#wispwrit #Writing #Challenge

For those of you who don’t know, over 3 years ago I started a Twitter writing prompt account “But A Moment” @wispwrit.

This was a one word prompt posted to inspire creativity.  I was, unfortunately, only able keep it going for a few months due to personal reasons (I now know it was because of my depression and OCD getting in the way).

But I am ready to get back into the writing community and I have started the #wispwrit challenge once again! For right now it is only on Saturdays, but I have a feeling I will add another day soon, as waiting a week for the challenge is killing me!

So how does this work?

Each prompt will consist of a word or idea meant to inspire you to write something. It can be micro poetry or micro flash fiction posted right on your twitter account. Make sure you create a new tweet with the hashtag #wispwrit.

Please don’t limit yourself to micro!

If you feel inspired to write something longer you can create a blog post (please create a pinback in the post so people know where the prompt came from), Then tag it with #wispwrit and share it on twitter!

Please be sure to follow @wispwrit to be alerted of new prompts.

I will also try to post them here for those who don’t have twitter to participate as well.

 

After Bedtime Thoughts

No one told me it would be like this.

Waiting for silence…

for the space in between,

for the moments after.

No one told me that regret would be a feeling

I’d have to deal with,

feel guilty for,

be ashamed of.

No one told me I wasn’t cut out for this.

Maybe because that isn’t something you say,

or maybe they just didn’t know.

Like me, completely naive.

No one told me because it’s not something that’s talked about,

or maybe it’s just few and far between.

I’m the odd one out.

I can’t even bring myself to say it out loud.

No one told me it would be like this…

 

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This little poem is in response to “Waiting for a poem…” Over at D’verse Poets Pub

“Tonight, I want you to write a poem of anticipation.”

Autumn – Troiku

bare branches

a jungle gym for birds

wings all aflutter

 

bare branches                                                                   a painting against the blue sky
a painting against the blue sky                                          color drips to the ground
leaves under my feet                                                         gathering in piles

© Yozakura, the Wandering Spirit

leaves under my feet

a satisfying crunch

autumn symphony

 

© Caitiln Gramley

 

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This attempt at a troiku is in response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #31 Troiku … “bare branches”

A troiku starts with a base haiku, then you create three new haiku where each line of the base haiku is the first line in each of the new haiku.

I quite enjoyed learning this new form. 🙂

To learn more about troiku click HERE.

Day twenty-five #NaPoWriMo

Your mind will tell you

when the voices take over

avoid what you love

your misery brings quiet

but the silence will not last

It only gets worse

so do not appease, ATTACK!

stand back up and fight

before you lose what you love

and you become but a shell

You must not forget

OCD dos not own you

you can find freedom

from the shackles that bind you

you must keep moving forward

© Caitlin Gramley

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This poem is in response to NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five.

Prompt: “Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself! “

You Said It Was Ok…

 

“No! How could you?”

“What? It’s just a bat.”

“Why would you kill it though? Bats are wonderful, mysterious creatures”

“No they are not. They are disgusting.”

“That’s your justification?”

“They are also annoying and ugly.”

“Anything else?”

“They are pests. They come into your house unwanted. They make noise.”

“So all those reasons make it ok to kill?”

“Yes. I just can’t stand to be around them. Killing them is just a public service.”

“Oh. Ok. Good to know”

“Hey, what are you doing with that shovel?”

“The way I see it, I’m…..doing a public service.”

“Wait! ……..”

 

 

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Look at these adorable baby bats!!!!

bats

Photo Credit: bordepanda.com

 

 

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This bit of flash fiction is in response to April 12 Flash Fiction Challenge over at Carrot Ranch literary community.

The Prompt: “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a bat. You can use an association to the winged, cave-dwelling critter, or you can explore the word for other meanings. Bonus points for including a bat cave. Go where the prompt leads.”

*Disclaimer: I in no way condone the killing of people. This was just meant to be a light and humorous take on the prompt.

Your Face Paint is Dripping

Photo by:  kazuend

Photo by: kazuend

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

or so they say

But not every mask can hide the blurred lines of deception

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A few more lines. This time for Three Line Tales, Week Twelve.