A man at Camalo Fair swore to me that if I came with him on the Ferris wheel he’d cure cancer.
Sadie owned the most remarkable pair of green eyes Iván had ever itched to paint.
Yesterday was International Senior Citizens' Day, folks. Wisdom may be variable, but you've still got to give props to the people who've made more trips around the sun then you. Give Mom and Dad a call--or Grandmom and Granddad, if you don't want to offend Mom and Dad--and take the time to ponder wisdom with this set of microprompts.
August 12, if you didn't catch it, was International Youth Day. Seeing as Internet was quite absent where I stayed, I missed my opportunity to make a post about it. But it's never too late to take time and appreciate young writers!
Camp is now over, Wrimos. It's time to say goodbye to your campgrounds, your cabins, and the safety of a wordtracker. Now you're in the wilderness.
Umi closed his eyes and imagined in the thick, dreaming aroma of Shiori’s room both of them were in their childhood again. He imagined he didn’t have to worry about who didn’t (or did) want touching him. He imagined someone would wake him, in the morning, and tell him what he should do. He imagined they would tell him how to be happy.
Shiori concentrated until the room began to spark with magic. One by one, the crystals and glasses began to light with an aurora of colors. A warped space swam through the room, distorting the windows.