Okay, this might shock some, but my favorite subject in school was math. I loved its clear-cut nature, where answers were definitive. There was something satisfying about solving problems and knowing I was right or wrong. Math provided a sense of order and logic that I found comforting.
Recently, I’ve begun to appreciate writing more. Initially, I saw it as subjective and ambiguous compared to math. However, as I explored poetry, storytelling, and essays, I discovered the beauty in its complexity. Writing allows for creativity and expression, enabling unique perspectives and emotions.
Here is a quick little doodle I did a few months back. I might make it into a better drawing with more details, but I haven’t decided yet. What do you think?
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly. Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add my logo […]
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly. Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add my logo […]
Ryan the rooster with brave, bold eyes. He didn’t give a hoot about what others said, With dreams of boosting his words up ahead.
He strutted and crowed, with a voice loud and bright, Sharing his stories from morning till night. But amid all the clamor, a lesson rang true, You can’t force belief, it must find its own view.
So, he learned to embrace both the quiet and loud, Finding joy in his journey and standing out proud. For in the hearts of the dreamers, his message took flight, In the dance of opinions, he shone his own light.
Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly. Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add my logo […]
In the quiet of the day, there’s a rumble in my tummy, For I am hungry, but alas, there is not a crumb to be found, No cookies or treats, just an empty, gnawing grumble, Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see something round.
A tiny crumble of cookie, oh, what a sight! It glistens like treasure, just waiting for me, But wait! I’m not alone in this sweet little plight, For my sister spies it too, and now there’s a spree.
We tumble and roll in a rush to the prize, A playful scuffle ensues, laughter and squeals, With every twist and turn, we both reach for the size, That tiny crumb of delight that our hunger reveals.
In this chaotic dance, we giggle and tease, The cookie piece gleams as it teeters away, But amidst all the tussle, we find a sweet ease, For sharing the moments that brighten the day.
At last, we settle down, the treat in our hand, Together we break it, a crumb for each bite, No need for the rumble, we understand, In moments like these, everything feels just right.
M.A.D. Works 