
Beneath the moon’s glow,
Stars shimmer in the night sky,
Dreams take flight and soar.
Whispers of the gentle breeze,
Carry hopes on silver wings.
A place to show my work

Beneath the moon’s glow,
Stars shimmer in the night sky,
Dreams take flight and soar.
Whispers of the gentle breeze,
Carry hopes on silver wings.
Your three words today are:
FEROCIOUS
PLACID
VIOLENT

In a world where shadows sometimes play,
Ferocious storms can darken the day.
Yet beneath the thunder, a whisper grows clear,
A promise of calm for those who will hear.
Violent winds may rage, clash and collide,
But within the chaos, there’s strength to abide.
For after the tempest, the clouds will depart,
Leaving space for the light to warm every heart.
Placid moments arise, as the stillness descends,
Healing the wounds where the storm never ends.
From ferocity’s fury and violence once sought,
Comes the gentle reminder of peace that is taught.
So let us embrace both the tempest and calm,
For each has its purpose, a lesson, a balm.
In balance, we find what our journeys are worth—
From fierce struggles arise the seeds of rebirth.

An Author Prediction
In the 1898 novella The Wreck of the Titan: Or, Futility, Morgan Robertson tells the story of a fictional ‘unsinkable’ British ocean liner called Titan, which meets its fate after colliding with an iceberg in the North Atlantic. Strikingly similar to the Titanic’s sinking in 1912, the Titan also lacked sufficient lifeboats for all its passengers. 50 Weird Facts That Most People Don’t Know


Once there lived an individual named Trinity,
Whose attire was marked by supreme elegance and variety.
In silken gowns so fine,
And suits sleek as wine,
Their fashion sense became their true identity.

In a town filled with sorrow and dread,
A shortage left everyone dead.
Then a change brought delight,
Now they’re wealthy and bright,
But what’s this? Where’s the missing thread?

Women in Allied nations donned red lipstick as an act of defiance against Hitler’s disdain for it. British journalist Madeleine Marsh, who wrote *Compacts and Cosmetics: Beauty from Victorian Times to the Present Day*, notes that Hitler particularly disliked red lipstick. In response, women in Allied countries and the Resistance embraced it as a bold statement against his regime. 50 Weird Facts That Most People Don’t Know


While working on this, I thought it would be interesting to turn it into a challenge and see what others can create based on the artwork I drew. So, if you choose to accept, your challenge is to come up with something that complements the artwork. There are no specific rules—just use your imagination! I may continue with this idea, so let me know what you think.
Your three words today are:
FARCE
RIDICULE
COMEDY

Was our friendship a farce,
Where you could ridicule me?
Was it a comedy show
For you to get your laughs in, free?
Did you play the leading role,
While I sat in the crowd,
Hoping for a moment,
When you’d lift me from the shroud?
Were my secrets just punchlines,
My heart a joke on display?
I sought a bond and connection,
Not the cruelty of your play.
Yet here I stand, unbroken,
No longer part of your scene,
I’ll rewrite my own story,
Where I’ve learned to be seen.
So take your laughter, your mockery,
And leave me to find my way,
In a world where friendships flourish,
And genuine hearts can stay.

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 this week

“Not only does the elusive continent of Antarctica lack McDonald’s joints – but it also doesn’t have any of our lizard friends. Why? Well – we all know that reptiles are cold-blooded – so they can’t produce their own heat. Meaning, they’d get turned into popsicles in the frosty Arctic.”- Fact.com

One of the things I love most about writing is that I am gradually rebuilding my confidence and realizing that I can be a good writer. In the past, especially during my younger years, I faced a lot of criticism about my writing. Those negative experiences led me to believe I wasn’t capable of writing well, and they made me feel self-conscious whenever I tried to express myself on paper.
Now, as I spend more time writing, I can feel myself becoming more comfortable and sure of my abilities. Every word I write helps me to see that I can convey my thoughts and ideas clearly. It’s a journey, but with every story or poem I create, I am learning to trust myself more and enjoy the process. Writing is not just about the end result for me; it’s also about finding my voice and healing from the doubts that held me back for so long.

There once was a raccoon named Rocky,
Who thought that the boat was quite stocky.
He’d hop and he’d rock,
Making waves like a clock,
In his boat, he felt very frocky!