A place to show my work
http://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/08/24/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-296/
I went for a jog.
While my head was in a fog,
I tripped on a soggy hotdog,
yelled “I’m a pollywog!”—
and swam home through an imaginary bog.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/18/grand-2/
Not everything needs to be grand.
Small things, small actions—
they often carry the greatest weight.
A quiet gesture, a bit of kindness,
can speak louder than anything lavish.
Try simple ways to brighten someone’s day,
and watch how the world softens.
You’ll see the magic in the modest,
the way a tiny spark
can warm a whole moment
and linger long after.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/hurt-2/
The hurt that I feel runs deep.
Nothing you can do can fix what you have done.
Trust doesn’t grow back on command —
it withers where the damage lives,
and I’m left gathering the pieces
of the person I was before you broke them.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/21/lifetime/
In the quiet hours of morning,
when the world is still deciding who to be,
we feel the gentle tug of purpose
calling us toward something brighter.
We only get one lifetime.
Live it to your fullest.
Let your courage rise like sunlight
breaking through a stubborn sky.
Choose the moments that make your heart expand,
the people who remind you of your own light,
the paths that feel like truth
even when they ask you to be brave.
Time moves with its own steady rhythm—
soft, relentless, honest.
And we, wanderers of our own becoming,
get to decide how boldly we dance within it.
So breathe deeply.
Step forward.
Make meaning out of the ordinary.
And let your story be one you’re proud to claim.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/05/chest-2/
I have a chest of all my secrets
protected by my guardians,
silent watchers in the dark—
they hold what I cannot carry,
they keep what I cannot speak,
and they stand between my truth
and the world that isn’t ready
to open the lock.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/07/03/picnic/
Life is no picnic; you have to learn to roll with the punches,
carry your bruises with grace,
and still find a patch of sunlight
to sit in anyway.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/26/blackmail/
You tried to twist my silence
into something you could use,
a shadow you hoped would follow me
wherever I walked.
But I’ve learned to stand in my truth—
steady, unmovable, mine.
Your blackmail will not work.
I refuse to carry fear
that doesn’t belong to me.
I won’t bend for threats
or shrink beneath your schemes.
My voice is louder now,
my boundaries sharper,
my spirit untouchable.
You may rattle the door,
but you will never hold the key
to who I am
or who I’m becoming.
https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/2026/07/28/this-weeks-writers-workshop-prompts-july-30-2026/
Here are this week’s prompts:
Born in the quiet dark,
a shimmer waiting to be found.
Light bends through its body,
soft as breath, sharp as truth.
It holds ancient whispers,
echoes pressed into crystal.
Clear, rose, smoky, golden—
each hue a different heartbeat.
Quartz does not shout;
it simply shines,
steady as a pulse
learning to glow.
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/23/skyline/
The skyline speaks to me today.
Never before has it
felt so alive in its quiet way —
a hush draped over steel and sky,
as if the whole horizon paused
just to remind me
that even stillness can shine.
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/21/prestige/
Prestige is a fragile crown—
shiny from afar,
heavy up close.
People chase it
like it promises peace,
but it only fits
those who know
they don’t need it.
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.
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.
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.
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.
