A place to show my work
I pressed a giant button
labeled activate—
and suddenly my sandwich
stood up straight and walked away.
It saluted me politely,
said, “Thanks, pal, but I’m late,”
then jogged off down the hallway
at a very sandwich‑y rate.
“It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.”— Sylvester Stallone in Rocky Balboa
Adam Rainer knew what life was like as both a little person and a giant. Rainer was reportedly four feet, six inches at age eighteen. Thanks to a pituitary gland disorder, he grew three inches a year from twenty-one to thirty-one and beyond, eventually topping out at seven feet, eight inches.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.
Your challenge for this week
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/29/descendant/
I was born from the hush
between ticking seconds,
a ripple in the river
that never stops moving.
I am a descendant of time,
carrying centuries in my bones,
stories folded into silence,
dreams that outlived their tellers.
Every choice I make
is a conversation with eternity,
a reminder that I am both
moment and memory,
seed and echo.
I walk forward,
not to escape the past,
but to honor it —
to become the bridge
between what was
and what will be.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/18/catwalk/
On the catwalk of my confidence
I strut like I own the sun—
hips swinging, doubts shrinking,
every step a quiet “I’ve won.”
The world watches,
but I walk for me—
a runway stitched from courage,
lined with audacity.
Waves breaking,
stopping breath and thought.
Every worry drifts away.
Now is the time—
seize the moment.
Freedom.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/15/strange/
Strange is just the name we give
to things we haven’t learned to love yet.
The unfamiliar,
the crooked,
the beautifully off‑center—
all waiting patiently
for us to understand
they were never wrong,
just different.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/29/advocate/
We learn, slowly,
that our voice is not a burden
but a bridge.
We feel the quiet urge
to stand up for our needs,
even when our hands shake.
Being our own advocate
isn’t loud or perfect —
it’s choosing ourselves
in small, steady ways.
It’s saying this matters,
even when others don’t see it.
It’s honoring our truth,
and letting it guide us home.
Life loves to criss‑cross—
paths tangling,
timelines looping,
people weaving in and out
like threads with their own agenda.
Some crossings feel like fate,
some like accidents,
but all of them
change the pattern.
http://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/07/15/writing-prompts-123/
Money isn’t what makes you rich;
Its shine fades fast, its promise thin.
There are treasures life quietly gives
That have nothing to do with coin.
A laugh that lifts you,
A friend who stays,
A morning that feels gentle—
These are the riches that last.
For wealth is woven in moments,
In love, in peace, in being seen.
And when your heart is full of these,
You’re richer than you’ve ever been.
Cindy the cat was feeling quite bored,
Not a thing in the house could be adored.
The ball of yarn sat, untouched on the floor,
No games or fun, she just wanted more.
With a flick of her tail and a sigh so deep,
She longed for adventure, for dreams in her sleep.
But there in her world, with nothing to do,
She waited for magic to come into view.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/09/balance/
It is a balancing act between
what I give and what I keep,
between the noise that fills my days
and the quiet I need to sleep.
Between the person I am becoming
and the one I used to be—
a careful dance of holding on
and learning to set things free.
The
Sea
Crashing
All around
Peace waiting for you
All you must do is claim it
Keep your nose where it belongs.
Tend to your own shadows,
and leave mine alone.
Some paths aren’t meant for sniffing,
some stories aren’t yours to know—
curiosity is harmless
until it wanders where it shouldn’t go.
Balloons and cakes all around,
In laughter and joy, friends are found.
Radiant smiles, the day feels right,
Time for wishes, a magical night.
Happy memories that we create,
Dreams celebrated, it’s never too late.
A special day just for you,
Years to cherish, and blessings too!
