Do you want to publish a story daily? But is something holding you back to write? Or is something holding you back to take the plunge and actually publish them?
If so this is the place to overcome whatever holds you back from publishing. Just write and have fun while doing so.
Also, if you want to iterate towards that lofty 30-day or 100-day goal, this publication may just be the thing as have an audience where you can share your (sub)goals and tell us what you have learned.
I strongly believe that you get better when you practice. And…
no map is helpful
exploring the uncharted
with no certainty
tracks disappear forever
the signs point towards silence
If you have read my tanka before, you may know that I like to explain them. This one probably doesn't make sense to you. Hold that thought. If you were to meet me and talk to me, chances are the same bewilderment befalls you.
Tuesday’s prompt in KTHT is Changing the frequency of thought. Diana C. has made us join her pause for deep reflective moments. She believes that taking a break from them will benefit us with more access to our…
it’s easy to see
the inner child of a child
showing bare enthusiasm
not holding back for adults
live to enjoy everything
Monday’s prompt in KTHT is Seeing the inner child in everyone. When reading a prompt, an idea usually pops into my head soon enough. This one, however, got me thinking. That usually only happens after I committed my words to the screen. I am not fond of the term inner child. Let me explain why.
I like to think that I am in touch with my inner child. I like to play, I love games, I try to…
It creates not only feelings of loneliness, but also a new phenomena ‘FOMO’ (Fear of Missing Out). We become more time aware: life is short.
Wonderful article, Marcella!
Oh, and FOMO! How it ruled me as well. I got over this from an unexpected source.
I used to play Diablo 2 a lot. It's a game, where you play the same content over and over again. You progress slowly. There is hope of finding an upgrade to your gear (very low chance) and you get experience that allows you to level after hours and hours of play.
My girlfriend never understood why I played so much. At one time I admitted that I no longer felt satisfied after playing. …
a dose inserted
into my veins where blood meets
releasing harmless potent
energy for tomorrow
Today it was time to have some quality time with my wife. We dropped the kids at my parents and we were off to two separate locations. Finally.
We had a bit of a misunderstanding. We talked about going alone, but in the end we agreed it would be nice to go together. We drove about 45 minutes to another city; it would be nice to be with each other somewhere else. First stop was my location. The second hers. …
a kiss. “I love you”
our ritual when we meet
it has no meaning
except when we stop doing it
‘cause she put a spell on me
When I come home, we give each other a little kiss. There’s nothing much to it. A little peck on the lips. It’s the same if we meet somewhere else. A kiss, “I love you”, and that’s it.
There is nothing much to it. It’s a little ritual we have grown into. There’s no deep emotion, or profound attention for one another. It’s something we do thoughtlessly. …
I am intrigued by a lot of medieval things. Weaponry and armour are among those. When I read the prompt for Wednesday, however, my thoughts did not go towards the time I wore a self-made chainmail or a cuirass I saw in a museum, or to the countless videos I watched about the development of shields.
Body armour exists to prevent harm to your body. When I read the prompt, I immediately thought about another kind of armour. It’s the kind that prevents harm to your soul.
I think we all erect shields. I refrain from making too political statements…
Another day, another neologism. Time to put perplexium to use. I was in a meeting when this happened. Everyone around me admitted to having seen the new guy on arrival. And all of us were surprised that we had never seen him before. Later, we would run into him at the office canteen sometimes. We failed when we tried not to laugh.
When you enter a room and forget why you are there, you are in a state of perplexium. …
A friend recently introduced me to the man that can heal you with his gaze. Chances are you haven’t heard of him. It’s a man, however, you won’t soon forget.
Braco makes his living by climbing onto a stage. When he does so, he avoids all eye contact with the public. Then, when he is ready, he gazes into the crowd. He then starts his session.
His fans love him. He is unique in what he does. To my knowledge no one can touch people in the way he does. A commenter on YouTube wrote:
“Thank you Braco for saving…
I write about anything that sparks my interest. Usually, it’s things that amaze, touch or surprise me.