Life, Purpose and life's mission, Stories

A Center Force

“You know? You and your husband are the newest Omphalos.” Princess MayRose mused to her cousin.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re the daughter of a powerful Royal couple and your husband is an Emperor.”

“And?” Indira sighed.

MayRose sighed. “Do you not understand? You two are the common link between two extremes. Your union has created a powerful center. Use this to influence peace around you. Otherwise, your links to other kingdoms will be used as strings by the evil ones and you the puppets. You cannot be indifferent to what you possess!”

With this post, the Weekend Writing Prompt has been going for a full five years! Where has the time gone? Thanks so much to everyone who joins in.  It’s lovely to have you all here. ~ Sammi A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to […]

Weekend Writing Prompt #260- Omphalos
Christian Musings, Life, Parenting Series, Purpose and life's mission, Singles' issues, Stories

Mama’s Advise

“Careful. Don’t catch feelings.” Iré cautioned her daughter.

Emira chuckled. “Feelings aren’t the virus, mama.”

“Don’t be absurd. You know darned well what I’m talking about.” Iré huffed.

Emira sighed.

“Remember, how important your faith is to you. That alone is a deal, marriage, and heart breaker. Unless he’s a Biblical Christian, what brought you together will not hold you together.”

Weekend Writing Prompt #203 – Absurd
Christian Musings, Life, Poem, Sanguine thoughts, Stories

February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive

Little by little, I had to recover

From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos

Little by little, I am building up what was lost

Like the egg nest, I strived to have

Little by little, I will recover

The heart of who I am

Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way

To tranquillitybeyond bliss

Stormy nights of real realities

Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces

If I were the wind

On balmy days

I will sail into the wild

Over splashes of indigo

And magenta in twilight

Because of you, O faceless faces

Of an unspoken language

I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity

In the midst of feverish fiascos

Whiles wishing and trying to reach

For the candy cabinet

Of the day after eventually

Eventually…

Maybe the day after eventually

I shall open my egg nest

Of an unspoken language

In painted words

The heart of who I am

Homespun fabric

With patches of moldy mishaps,

And splashes of indigo

In painted words

For nearly burying yesterdays

Of the heart of who I am

— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….

May the faceless faces

Of misshapen realities and stormy nights

Both impressive and ludicrous

Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever

One last reminder

Real realities

Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,

Splashes of indigo,

Magenta in twilight

Both impressive and ludicrous

Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…

February 2021 Writing Prompts