Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: I can't imagine life without...

Hope
we'd have nothing to live for without it
we'd have no purpose
we'd give up when thing are hard
we'd have no reason to keep living
but we have something to live for
and we have a purpose
we keep trying when things are hard
we have a reason to keep living
we have Hope

Burn

A spark ignites
red and gold glide down streets
they bring destruction
they bring fear
they bring sadness
a tear drips down my face
as I watch it burn.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Write about your favorite quote.

We have nothing to fear but fear itself
for fear is what holds us back
In spite of our dreams we will never accomplish them
unless we can overcome fear
Hold on to your dreams
let go of fear
fly away
and never look back

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Pick up the book you are currently reading and turn to page 37. Use the first line of the page as the beginning of your story.

Riding on something that doesn't move,
spinning your wheels endlessly.
Like the wheel of life that you can never leave,
you can only fall off.
Hold on to that wheel as long as you can,
for no one can climb down.
Live your life and don't let go,
because now is not your time.

I'm not currently reading anything, so I picked one of my favorite books, Matched by Ally Condie.  Don't forget to share your response at the link below.

Frosted

My house is covered in pure white snow
which decorates it with big white pearls
There are candy canes on my front lawn
spiraling and glittering in the light
The icicles hang from the roof like little spears
threatening to fall at any moment
I break one off and place it in my mouth
and it melts into sugary icing delight

A Day in Fall

The park of red in the midst of grey
tumbling along its destined path
before floating up to where it once fell from
where the green that it was ceases to exist

The sound is the fluttering of a million wings
that fly through the fire colored trees

The air is filled with with the scent of leaves and moss
and the paper which gently flutters beneath my hand
as I stare into the distance and whisper to the wind

Weekly Writing Prompt

Today's Prompt: Pretend you are carried away by a bunch of balloons.

  She walks quietly in the wind, her hair flowing behind her. Her bunch of colorful  balloons is swept up in the wind, carrying her with them. She can see the world from above. She sees a man sitting on the park bench, reading the daily newspaper. She sees a woman walking her dog, and a child eating an ice cream cone. She sees ducks waddling from a pond. She rises higher. Soon her feet touch the tips of the clouds, and she looks up. She wonders what will happen to her. When will she stop?

Please ignore my bad punctuation and don't forget to submit your response!