Too Brief

Too Brief Virginia Carraway Stark In the winter the days go by too quick And you miss the sun In the summer the night’s are too brief And you miss the dark The moon becomes a pale faced stranger Who whispers in the light The…

Lame Ducks

Lame Ducks Virginia Carraway Stark It isn’t asking very much context is everything and yet… it sounds like a lot of fun to me learning is fun and so playing but I guess it’s a bit of goatish thing to be a kid and have…

White Chocolate Lover

White Chocolate Lover Virginia Carraway Stark Gently he melts against my tongue Orchid taste gently darkening his ivory to cream Vanilla the only thing marring the perfection Differentiating The purity of his taste Into something of sensational beauty tempting me to nibble yet again and…

Rushing and I can

Rushing and I Can Virginia Carraway Stark Sometimes when I’m rushing I have to wonder why there are way more missiles and satellites than stars than I can count in the sky sometimes when I can I wonder why I let so many golden chances…

Tug of War

A white light shines on me Its fluorescence harsh, unyielding Like a thousand tiny needles stabbing their points into my pupils The room is a tomb With clicks and taps Breaking its sanctity Clawed fingers grapple at the keys Rambling, pausing, rambling again Uncaring of…

Prompt Twelve

Prompt Twelve This is my last prompt and I got stuck on the word count and couldn’t come up with anything to write. So, I checked the random prompts from previous years and one came up suggesting I use at least five of the eight…