thinking - "radical peace" 2000 pound peace bombs dropped into war zones enemies held hostage, bound together in cells of their own making no escape until - compromise clocks ticking - world watching peace bombs, peace prison no way out - but peace - radical peace #writing#writingprompts
So tired of sitting in front of a screen Here I am sitting - in front of - a screen
Wow... yes
Stop it, with your screaming silence. Say SOMETHING. Say something. Use your God given words. Please, for the love of God... say something.
My Mother used to say, close that door. You're letting the flies in. You're letting all the heat out. I don't want to send all of our money to the power company. In or out? Make up your mind. Close that door...
that's the "sweet spot"
I see a whole storybook there. I love it.
Now I will. (I like that. Thank you. Thank you.)
My Mom was 19. My Dad had just turned 21. They met, as best I can remember, the story goes, on a blind date arranged by mutual friends. #writing#writingpromptstouchstones.substack.com/p/simple-joy
Seventy Five, the big Seven Five
I recently heard an important man describe our country, the United State of America, as - an idea. An idea is the stuff of story. A building block… America as a story? #writing#writingpromptstouchstones.substack.com/p/story
the power of stories