365 Days Around the Writing Rainbow

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Prompt 1
New Beginnings

I watch him in silence.
He's all alone.
Body so still
and his presence so strong.
His eyes are hard,
tongue so gentle...
so much of a loner.
He will be more.
A great hero.
Kind yet brave and noble,
fighting for right,
getting the girl.
Yes, I'll give him this start.
A new found life.
I'll write his world.
He'll get the push he needs.
I'll give him this
new beginning.

 

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Prompt 2
Cause/Effect

One To Blame
Shame crawls down her skin.
She can't wash it off now.
Blood soaks her young soul.
"What have you done!?"

It was just a joke.
That girl took it too hard.
It wasn't her fault!
"Are you happy?"

Tears drip down her face.
It's so much to take in.
What will happen now?
"I trusted you!"

She told the secret.
It's all about her love.
Her want to be free.
"Why betray me!?"

It was to make friends.
She was just moving on.
She would be so cool.
"We were best friends!"

Now she's underground.
That girl held up the gun.
And left her the blame.
"It's all your fault!"

 

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Prompt 3
Peace of Mind

Alone in the Calm
The sun kisses her closed eyes.
The wind caresses her skin.
She lays back in the sand,
the ocean sings it's love song.
The field nearby sighs quietly.
Her body relaxes.
Nothing bad crosses her mind.
Just the moon singing lullabies
and the stars rocking her to sleep.

 

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Prompt 4
Childhood Memories

Ulric, still at an unnoticeable distance, watched his mother walk out of the General's office. Such a stern woman, she was. Her mouth was as straight line, looking as if she never smiled once in her life. That wasn't true...she smiled plenty of course. Before his father's death, honestly. He always liked to remember one of their more serene moments together for comfort. They were at the park. He was four, and her lips never frowned then.

"Come on, sweetie," she had said in a musical tone, "Lets go on the big slide!"

"The big slide?" He asked nervously, looking at it, then at his father.

His father gave a deep, but comforting laugh and said, "Go on with Mommy. I'll be here to catch you."

He took his mother's soft, warm hand and they ran over to the slide together. The ladder looked like it could reach the clouds - well it looked like that then. But his mother stayed right behind him. His hands slowly moved to each wrung. At that time, he was scared. Never did he go on the big slide before. When he reached the top, he sat there for a moment. Hands gently touched his shoulders. Looking back, he was met by his mother's loving and encouraging smile. All she did was kiss his cheek. That said it all. She loved him, and it made him brave, like his father. He pushed off.

Down he went. Hands up with a gleeful scream. It was so fast, he felt nervous as the wind brushed his face. Before he knew it he was in his father's protective embrace.

"Good job, Ulric," he said with pride, grinning.

Laughing, his mom came down the slide next, stood up with her arms out and hugged them both. Yes, that was how it went. It was one of his very few memories of being four, and it meant everything to him.  

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Prompt 5
Speed

Red
Run little girl, run.
As fast as you can.
How far can you go
before I swallow you whole?

You can't keep running,
but I can follow.
It'll take just one bite...
you should've stayed home tonight.

The red gives you up.
I can see you fine.
My teeth, how they ache
to clench down and make bones break.

You'll never make it.
Grandma's gotta wait.
I'll go eat her too,
but not before I get you.

How dare you run off!
If I can't get you now,
a small change won't hurt.
I can just make you dessert.

Run to that small house.
Grandma won't be there.
But I will for sure
and I'll be ready for more.

 

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Prompt 6
Mayhem

My legs were tired, arms sore, eyes red, but I kept going. At the time, I didn't realize I was crying. Looking around at the place I once called home, I noticed right then, how different it was. How different I became. My black hair was no longer short, my biceps were much stronger, and boy could I do damage with a shovel. As great as that all sounds, I was still crying because my family was hit with it, my crush was hit with it, even my best friend got it. What was it? They were calling it the New Plague. No one knows how started but it made you sick, like real sick, and then about three days after death, the person came back. Yeah, it's a zombie problem.

I looked around the streets. Seemed all quiet. Staying alert, I walked straight forward, holding up my shovel. My only line of defense. It's pretty easy to kill a zombie. You just have to behead it. My eyes darted around checking every angle they could. In all of those horror movies and books they said you should stay in a group. No, that wasn't a good idea at all. You form relationships, bonds, and then once bitten, they get sick...that's when you realize, you can't kill them. I may only be seventeen, but I want to live through this.

"Gruwahh!"

What was that? I turned to meet the scream, and saw it. A tall male zombie was coming toward me. And not slowly, either. Lifting my shovel, I ran to meet him. As I brought it down, he managed to dodge! Did I mention these things were fast for the living dead? And strong. Very strong. He opened his mouth to reveal yellowed teeth. With another moaning noise, he darted toward me. I stepped back fast, his gross mouth just missing me. The bad thing about a lone zombie attack is that when they whine like that, it attracts other zombies to join in.

From the corner of my eye I saw three more come out from an alleyway. I was almost afraid to turn and see how many could be coming from behind. Hiding my fear, I gripped my shovel tighter. When I was a little boy, I used to call myself Ronin the Brave. Of course, I was eight and my adversary was a stuffed dragon. Ronin the Zombie Killer was less confident of a positive win. With a quick turn, I lifted the shovel and sliced into the neck of a zombie coming at me from the side. Blood spurted onto my shirt as I got halfway through his neck. One more good one and he'd be dead. I whacked him again, his head falling to the ground.

Bringing the shovel up, I aimed to his the other zombie in the chest. It wouldn't kill him, but it'd keep him down for a bit. More blood coated me as the zombie fell with a gash in his lower right chest. A girl zombie that was behind him screeched and lunged toward me. Using all my strength I held the blade of the shovel up and rammed it into her neck and ran forward.

Into a wall my weapon went with her head resting on it while her body fell to the pavement. I let if fall and turned to face the first zombie that attacked me, the one with the gash in it's chest, and another four that came from behind. That was more than I was used to. I readied my shovel, only to feel a strong hand push me by the shoulder into the brick wall. Another zombie. With it's mouth open, it held me back ready to bite hard. I dropped the shovel and with my free hand held it back by it's neck.

Inch by inch, I pulled my shoulder from the zombie's hand. Steadily backing away, I grabbed the shovel. A retreat was needed. I turned on my heel and took off down the alleyway. The zombies made some weird roaring noise, then I heard them following me. My best friend Sam died fighting...I wish I was that brave. But then it happened. A crunch of bones, excruciating pain, warm blood running down my skin. I was bit. I stopped. Dropping my weapon, my hand went straight to my shoulder. Another one advanced onto my leg, but I moved fast, his teeth grazing my calf. Picking up the my only way of defense, I smacked the zombie that bit me. Then I swung it to hit the zombie that almost bit me between the eyes. More blood got on me. I needed to find somewhere safe. Where was it safe?

The sewer! With another swing, I hit the zombie again, then ran off. Looking on the ground, I tried to find a manhole. To the left one was in the middle of the road. Running over, I picked it up. Much heavier with an injured shoulder than I thought it would be. Looking back, I noticed the zombies regained their composure and was coming for me. Without a second thought, I dropped the shovel in, then hopped in myself putting the cover over the whole. If you had to remember one thing about the zombies it was that they didn't like tight places, and the the sewer was one.

Sitting in the dark, I held my bloody shoulder unsure of what was to happen next.  

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Prompt 7
Gilding a Lily

She looked at the scenery in front of her. It was breathtaking, really. The colorful array of flowers, the green leaves on the trees, and the small creek off to the side; it was all just so beautiful. Someone could jump into that place. And it was her very own creation. The very best thing she had put on canvas for awhile. Sitting back, she took a breath. Great job…wait. Maybe not so much. Last time, she was overconfident. Perhaps, some more flowers would be nice. And someone looking down into the little creek. Yes, it needed a person. Without a second thought, she picked up her brush, gently adding more flowers, and a young boy - with his prized stuffed bear. This was going to be her best ever.

“There,” she said after two hours of more work, quite pleased with herself.

Looking it over, something hit her. All of the flowers…they seemed so cramped. And the boy, he looked too small, like he himself was a toy. He didn’t belong, did he? He made it look like a crowded place. To think, she made the same mistake again. Overconfidence again. Her biggest mistake was to make something already perfect in every way better.  

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Prompt 8
First Romance

First Love
He looks across the room.
Her eyes quickly catch his heart.
It starts at "hello"
then turns into long calls.
Soon, they're going out to play.
She smiles at him
while he tells her his dreams.
Love letters in the locker
shows how much he cares.
Mix tapes in her writing
reveals her true feelings, too.
It's just so perfect.
Too bad they're just sixteen.
It's just a beginning love.

 

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Prompt 9
Orchards

Aurora the Young
Too short to reach the prize
she stands on her toes.
Reaching, reaching up high.
Her eyes open wide.
It's the best of the best
when it's from the top.
She can't do it alone.
Hands grab her small waist.
Up she goes to get it
safe in her dad's arms.
A smile on her face.
The apple is hers.

 

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Prompt 10
Disillusionment

Aurora Grows Up
Was it so long ago?
The tragic accident?
Blood on the front seat,
screaming in the air.
She didn't understand.
No one dies at that age.
It's been two years now.
They've been gone so long.
Her parents were away,
on a long vacation.
That was all she knew.
What two years can do.
They were picking apples
just having so much fun.
Then on the way home
something hit them hard.
Parents dead on impact,
her screaming out in fear.
Now she knows the truth.

 

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Prompt 11
Guardian Angels

The Ballad of Little Aurora
Little girl left alone.
No one in the world.
Torn away from love.
"Don't worry, we're watching,"
they say quietly.
She hears them in bed.
Overwhelming calm comes
rocking her to sleep.
She's not alone yet.
The angels are watching.
Taking care of her
only from afar.

 

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Prompt 12
Different Ways of Thinking

“Perhaps I was wrong,” he said to himself quietly.

Never did he, The Haunted Masque, ever have such a thought. To do good for all of the people around him was never in his plans. While in the middle of a fight with his nemesis, Crawler, he declared that it wasn’t his will to take over the city or earth, but just to show everyone that he was indeed no joke when he called himself a threat. Crawler then pointed out to him that deep down they were…the same, and that they should be comrades not enemies. It couldn’t be true! But that hero went on insisting, that he wanted to show he was a serious superhero, and that they were two sides to a coin. One was heads, the other tails, but they were both on the same coin. Bah! Evil was the only way to be taken seriously. It was the only way to be admired and feared at once. No one could tell him otherwise…then again, he saw Crawler’s success with those people. They did take him seriously. When he told them to run, they ran or if he said they needed to be quiet, they were quiet. No one laughed, or mocked him. Still! It was all about the fear – wasn’t it? People respect what they fear, don’t they? Crawler always said that wasn’t the case, but The Haunted Masque knew the truth. Or did he. He brought his hands to his temples.

“Have I been doing this wrong the whole time?” He asked himself with a sigh.