Daily Haiku
An angel floated
Hiding away in her dreams
She felt safe here now
An angel floated
Hiding away in her dreams
She felt safe here now
I meet this day with steady hands and an open heart.
Thy word have I hid in mine heart, that I might not sin against thee.
Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get smashed before the end of the night. Fermentation sparks a bonfire in my gut, and I’ll grin til dusk, drinking in the dimming evening and observing youth’s sweet e…
“She looks like an alien.”
“Writing a novel is a terrible experience, during which the hair often falls out and the teeth decay. I'm always irritated by people who imply that writing fiction is an escape from reality…
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to lov…
I can begin again at any moment of the day.
And as ye would that men should do to you, do ye also to them likewise.
Kings and lords and christians raised them Since they stand for higher powers Yet few of them would stand, I’m certain, If women ruled this world of ours.
He was so tired. When he jolted himself away for a third time, he was face to face with the headlights….
Wherever your main plot points happen in your screenplay, there’s a good chance you can move them up earlier. Especially if it’s an early draft you’re working on. We tend to delay our big p…
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of…
I am still learning, and that is exactly where I should be.
For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;
I am a noodle, though i'm not very stringy. I am also a block, just don't knock me off. What am I.
Take the last line of a poem and make it the first line in a new poem.
Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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