When it doesn't go as planned, yell "plot twist!" and move on.
Writing Prompt #1: What Can Happen in a Second
Some poetry are stories,
There’s no hidden meaning, the author speaks plainly, grabs you by the hand and takes you on a journey.
I’m petsitting two French bulldogs right now. They both are hyper when I come home, but tend to chill out fast. They sleep most of the day, and wake up just to eat. Pretty sure one has amnesia, she always forgets who I am.
Some days, she smiles
and I’m whole again.
Pen scratches, dirty dishes
It happened again,
An unwelcomed guest
Crossed paths before
Cut, cut, cut
the young girl’s hair falls to the floor.
You ask yourself, who will I be now?
Seeing is believing.
A sea of red in a crowd of voices,
people who were once separated.
How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world