The Boy by Sarah T.

There had been times that more serious matters plagued his mind, but on this fall evening the boy was rather lucky. It was rare that he had a day to himself, spare moments even, which made this sliver of time even more enjoyable. Something to savor, not dive into and experience all at once.

The best things in life come with time, that was the saying right?

For the time being, the dark haired boy stood off to the side of the room against a counter, not quite sure what to do and too afraid to break the silence. The room was draped in shadows that stretched along the walls and crept in the corners, with a sudden burst of light running along the floor; the respite within the darkness.

With casual strides, the boy walked over to the large window and pulled back the blinds. Though window might not have been the proper word, as it was more of a glass door than anything. Standing there, it was possible to see the large expanse of yard he had grown up running across and laying in. Towards the back corner was the large oak tree he’d lain under during his younger years, getting lost in music during the day while the breeze brought goosebumps to his skin and falling asleep under the stars at night to the sound of cicadas. It was there that he had broken his arm for the first time while trying to scale the large branches. The memory brought a faint smile to his lips and, unconsciously, his fingers ghosted across his arm.

It was the beginning of fall and the leaves that were once bright and blooming green were now fading to all shades of orange and brown, littering the air and ground all around. The effervescent green of the grass still shone in spite of the changing season’s wishes. The yard was luminescent, almost sparkling with color.

The boy closed his eyes, feeling the warmth from the sun that set high in the sky and shone through the window, puffing out an amused breath at the contrast. It felt cool inside yet warm outside. Funny how much difference a small barrier could make.

He turned around and blinked in the silence before deciding to do something rather odd. The only sound was the padding of feet across the hardwood floor as he made his way to the middle of the room. There, he lowered himself to the ground and laid down.

Three quarters of his body were draped in the sun, while the other quarter was in the shadows that had been cast by the light filtering in. Part of him remained cool and chilly, while the other was warm and sunkissed. It caused an oddly pleasing feeling similar to being half submerged in water.

There the dark haired boy lay, watching specks of dust float through the sunlight, the only sounds echoing in the silence of the other world outside. Sometimes birds would fly by chittering as they went, piercing the silence, ringing in the aftermath.

However, there was a miraculous thing happening more subtly; the sunlight did something beautiful to the boy. Where there was normally dark brown hair and a pair of matching eyes, was now a luminescent array of colors. The sunlight filtering in through the glass illuminated each individual hair fiber, allowing more light to pass through, causing a golden effect. In much the same way, the sunlight turned his once fathomless dark brown eyes to a golden amber that seemed to hold the rays of light themselves. It was the type of rare beauty you were lucky enough to see in a lifetime.

He laid like that for what could have been hours or simply minutes- it wasn’t easy to tell when time so usually went by in a blur. But now, uninterrupted and enjoying the smaller, simpler things, time seemed to freeze. He faded in and out of reality and fantasy, dreaming of faded blue skies and stars while, unbeknownst to him, the fading light drifted across his body.

Only now and then did he occasionally come back to reality when the contrast between the warm sunlight and the cold floor brought goosebumps to the surface of his skin. More often than not, they were welcomed though. It enabled him to remember this was the reality, that this luxury of lying in the sunlight on a quiet day actually existed. Even if it was a little thing, it was something he needed every now and then; simply knowing it was possible was all he needed.

And there the boy with sunlight in his eyes laid until barely any of the sunlight remained, casting both rays of light and shadows across his face. On the inside he felt warm from the sun and something that ran deeper- at peace.


Writing Prompt!

Write a letter that’s never sent.

Write for 10 minutes. Post your piece to comments!

You Never Knew by Margaret P.

When you were lost and couldn’t see
You knew that you could count on me;
And when you felt your heart would break,
You turned to me to mend the ache.
When challenged with an awful plight,
You knew that I would fight your fight.
And when the fiercest winds would blow,
You knew I’d never let you go.
You knew I’d always make you laugh,
You knew I’d stand on your behalf,
And never would I moan or groan.
When you were sad and felt alone,
You knew that I was there to stay.
Until it all was changed one day-
You needed me, and though I tried
I found I’d no more left inside.
For though I’d always seen you through
You never knew I needed you.

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Flash Fiction

Writing Prompt!

Write a poem or story including a character who eats grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner each night.

Write for 10 minutes. Post your piece to comments.

Writing Prompt!

Use these 5 words in a poem or story: look, sneeze, plastic, zesty, acceptable.

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Writing Prompt!

Use this line of dialogue to start your piece: “People never really grow up.”

Write for 10 minutes. Post your piece to comments.

The Traveler by Keegan

Two lines in the sand lead to the heels of the cloaked man. They bend over the orange dunes. The twin beams of two magma suns, the later-setting one larger than the earlier, singe the dust. His head turns, revealing a set of black eyes, and gazes off into the distance, where he makes out two inverted cones of orange and grey ash, rising and twisting into cyclones. A swarm of bloated birds, black in color, hover above them. Turning back, the cloaked figure continues walking, line by line, one foot in front of the other.
Eventually, he’d reached a small town, in which the cloaked man was confronted by a young child, who was both sunburnt and deep-voiced.
“Whence do you come, robed stranger?” The boy asked.
“I remember not, child, yet I am steadfast in my pursuit.” He said. The boy could taste desiccation in the visitor’s voice.
“And your destination, traveler?” The boy said.
“Alas, child, I go to seek the end of this world, where the water must lie. It was told, in my youth, that water flows towards where there is no lower. Thus, where this arid world ends, there the pools must be. I shall bring it to my son, whom I’ve left quite alone in this world, so that he shall not longer long.”
At this, the boy’s heart grew heavy for the traveler, and refilled his empty canteen. The traveler then departed from the village. From there the traveler left he traveled many miles, before he encountered the whirlwind. Suddenly, the winds dropped a red finger down, which spun the orange dust and danced over the dunes. Too weary to outpace it, the traveler fell to his knees, looking past the twister with his solid black eyes. The twitching cone of orange and grey ash caught aflame from the friction, and pummeled towards the knelt, black-robed man. Just one sun beat down now, the later-setting one. Fat, vulture-like calls could be heard, overhead. In one or two seconds, he was swept along by the dragon tornado.
The boy awoke from troubled dreams and departed in the direction of the traveler. In his dream, two small men, including the boy, threw a hyper-saturated ball of clay back and forth, then the one not the boy began to wither into the dust. The man’s ashes slipped through the boy’s fingers, becoming one with the red/grey sand. Fearing for the old man, the boy, upon awakening, set out from the village.
After traveling many miles, the boy came across a peculiar piece of black cloth bearing his name. Miraculously, this piece had not been disintegrated by the flames. The boy began to weep. Had he known it earlier, had he recognized the man then, had he looked through the man’s burnt eyes, he would have known the face of his father.
“O, my God, this must be the end of the world, and my tears its everlasting pool, and my father’s will absolute!” He cried.

A Poem for Mommy by Eshanie

Sometimes I wonder,
In a random train of thought,
If you can hear the thunder
Of my heart as I hold you tightly
Loving you the warmth you emit
“I love you” I say in your ear lightly
I wonder if you know how much I adore,
Really, truly, absolutely adore
That genuine smile you wore
I wonder if you remember the pain I felt when you left,
Or the joy I felt when we were together at long last
You stole my heart so quickly, you should be charged with theft
I love you to the moon and back,
To infinity and beyond,
I’m so glad and blessed to have a mother like you, who truly loves me back.