Writing Prompts Week 22: A Story Written From the Perspective of Someone Dead

I remember this place. I used to come here all the time. Look, there, you can see me running around, smile on my face. I was a cute kid. Where did I even find that kite in the first place? Oh, that’s right.

My grandfather took me to the toy store for my birthday. I grabbed the biggest, brightest kite they had. It was such a pretty blue; shaped like a butterfly. He took me to the beach after so we could fly it. Continue reading


Song of the Bard’s Child

Sing the strings

And up we go

Let the music

In me flow

Round and round

The world I’ll spin

Laughing like

The sparrows in

Marshes where

We used to play

Running through

The fields of hay

When the sun

Would sink at last

Watch the fire

It burned so fast

Naught but Stars

In dead of night

Telling tales

Give children fright

When the words

Have all been spent

Douse the fire

The ashes vent

And we’ll lay

So far from home


Where next I’ll roam

Elegy for Innocence


I used to look upon the world
Like I’d never have a care
I would laugh and play and sing
Like no one else was there
My smile was wide
My laughs were gay
Oh, how I miss
Those days of play

I’m older now
Really, an adult
I grew up
Is that my fault?
My smile is wane
My sights are jaded
How could it be?
That child has faded

I don’t want
To lose those days
When I would smile
My fears away
When anything was fun
When nature ruled
Should I really
Have stayed in school?

I know so much
But not enough
I never really knew
But growing up’s tough
I learn to work
And forget to care
About the things
That once were there

I cannot say what happened
Between then and now
My one and only wish is that
I can get back there somehow.

Open Letter to Forgotten Friends

Dearest friends of old,

I haven’t thought of many of you much, and I most certainly haven’t called any of you since the day I moved away. I wanted to say that I am so sorry for that.

Lately, I’ve been remembering snippets of my childhood that I haven’t thought about in what feels like forever. I’m beginning to remember those days we spent together playing, laughing, just generally goofing around. Every time it comes to mind, my eyes get all misty. I really wanted to express my thanks to all of you.

Without all of you who spent time with me in spite of my crazy imagination and probably very weird tendencies. I know I wasn’t much like the other girls my age, and I’ve had a hard time relating to girls my age of late. I want you all to know just how much the time we spent together means to me. I was a very shy child and never made friends easily, as a result, I’d been bullied through most of my school life. That makes the time you shared with me all the more special to me.

I’m sure that without each and every one of you I would not be the person I am today, especially those of you who played with me even though I was quite a bit younger than you. I’m sure I wasn’t alway easy to be around, but you smiled and laughed with me anyway. I just want you all to know that even though I might forget your names and faces, I will never forget that feeling of being loved you all gave me. You all made me feel worthy of being me, and helped me realize that it’s fine to be the way I am, even if no one else thinks so.

Really, I would love nothing more than to be able to thank you all properly and in person, but since I am unable to, this letter will have to suffice. I hope it conveys to you all the feelings you gave to me as we spent time together, and that, just maybe, at least one of you might see this and remember that smiling little girl you once knew.


A Happy Nostalgic

Childhood Memories and Family Pets

My grandmother and one of her sisters came over to visit today. Somehow, we all got on the subject of this dog their family had when they were kids, Rocky. Apparently this dog liked to chase rocks (can you guess how they named him?) and had next to no teeth because of it. But this isn’t the funny part.

Apparently, Rocky must have been a big, and rather smart, dog. Once, some of my grandma’s brothers wanted to go fishing, but didn’t want to take the dog because his rock chasing would scare all the fish away. They got up early in the morning to go and tried to leave as quietly as possible. Somehow, that dog must have figured out what was going on because just as they were getting ready to leave he comes crashing out of the house towards the car . . . through the window.

According to my grandma’s sister, that wasn’t the only time he’d done that either. Once, when they were going to the drive-in, the dog jumped through the window to join them. I suppose no one must have minded the broken glass too much because they brought the dog along anyway. As my grandma’s sister said it, he would sit in the front between two people and watch the movie and eat popcorn, and  then fart so bad that everyone had to leave the car so they could keep breathing.

I’m not sure what amazes me more, how much a pet can become part of the family, or just how interesting the childhood stories of grandparents can be.