Many hearts beat frantic in the night,
Amidst the shadows, seeking the light.
Yearning for peace in chaos’ embrace,
Daring to hope, to find their own place.
Allies assemble, voices unite,
Yielding strength, igniting the fight.
MAYDAY
Category: Challenges
The Tapestry of Etiquette
Here are this week’s prompts:
- Write a post based on the word etiquette.
- Write a post in exactly 8 sentences.
- Tell us what you feel should be taught in school, but isn’t.
- If you had the attention of the world for just one minute, what would you say?
- Would you rather get rid of 90% of your possessions or 10% of your friends? Why?
- Would you rather have no long-term memory or no short-term memory? Why?
In a world where whispers dance with grace,
Etiquette weaves its gentle lace.
From shared glances to polite refrain,
It bridges hearts, easing any pain.
With a nod and smile, respect takes flight,
In every gathering, a guiding light.
So let us honor the threads we coalesce,
For kindness and manners bring us together, no less.
Whispers of Spring
Petals unfolding in the gentle breeze,
Illuminating the world with a soft hue,
Nature’s sweet kiss in blossoms and trees,
Kindness wrapped in colors, vibrant and true.
Dream – Six Word Story Prompt #135
Chasing dreams under the starry sky.
Chucklebee’s Joyful Dance
In a land where the shapes run free,
Lived a silly creature named Chucklebee.
He danced on an elliptical hill,
With wobbly legs and endless thrill.
He wore a hat that spun around,
As he twirled in circles, never fell to the ground.
“Elliptical’s my favorite shape, you see,
For it’s round and curvy, just like me!”
With a giggle and a wiggle, he’d prance and sway,
Making all the shapes laugh and play.
So if you’re feeling a bit magical and spry,
Just think of Chucklebee and give it a try!
The Gardener’s Pride
In a garden where flowers grew wide,
A gardener felt full of pride.
With each bloom he spied,
He’d sigh, satisfied,
As nature’s beauty bloomed bright by his side.
Nocturnal Reverie
Amidst the shadows, the hours collide,
Lights flicker softly, illuminating dreams.
Laughter and whispers, secrets confide,
Nocturnal journeys, or so it seems.
Inviting the stars to join in our plight,
Gathered together, hearts full of fire,
Holding the moment, we’ll cherish the night,
Time slips away, yet we never tire.
Echoes of laughter, a symphony sweet,
Reveling in memories, an all-nighter’s feat.
Missy’s MAD Challenge # 039
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
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 the week
- What I should have said in the beginning
Logan the Creative
There once was a fellow named Logan,
Whose ideas turned into a slogan.
With a wink and a smile,
He made crowds stay awhile,
In his town, creativity’s golden!
Twilight’s Embrace
In twilight’s glow, a soft drape falls,
Whispers of evening through shadowed halls.
Gentle as dreams that linger and sway,
Wrapping the world in a tender ballet.
Stars peek through the fabric of night,
Each glimmer a promise, a flicker of light.
With every thread, a story unfolds,
In the delicate drape, life’s secrets are told.
Melody of the Garden
In the garden where dreams twine,
A breeze whispers, soft and fine.
Leaves sway with a rhythm, so lyrical,
Nature dances, it’s all so musical.
Sunlight sparkles, a golden glow,
Birds chirp sweetly, a vibrant show.
Every moment, a note in the air,
Life’s melody sings, everywhere.
Magnolia
In the garden, soft and fair,
Stands a magnolia, delicate and rare.
With petals white, like whispers of spring,
It dances gently, as the sweet birds sing.
Beneath the sky, so blue and wide,
The magnolia blooms with graceful pride.
In its beauty, the world seems free,
A moment’s peace, just you and me.
Disappearing Dreams
Close I came, to dreams so near,
A fragile thread I held so dear.
One small slip, the thread unwound,
And all I sought could not be found.
Close it stayed, but not my own,
A fleeting shadow, now unknown.
Whispers of Enchantment
In a land where dreams take flight,
There’s a sprinkle of sorcery, oh so bright!
With wands that wave and sparkles that twirl,
Magic unfolds in a shimmering whirl.
Little fairies dance in the moonlit glow,
Casting spells in the night, putting on a show.
With a wink and a giggle, they make wishes soar,
Sorcery shines where magic’s in store!
Whispers of Color
In a world of colors bright,
A splotch of blue, a splash of light.
A dance of hues on canvas spread,
Whispers of dreams in every thread.
With every brush, with every stroke,
A story blooms, a gentle cloak.
In splatters bold and lines that flow,
The heart finds warmth where colors glow.
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