Writing exercise 171

Hi!

Another week has gone by, and the weather still isn't any better. But fear not, I have a haiku for you, prompted by a member of the Dead Pete Society.

2019/03/20 – Day at the Beach (Haiku)

Sunshine and ocean

Isn't this what we dream of?

A day at the beach

Writing Exercise 120

Hey there!
I know it's late (or early), but I couldn't sleep, so I decided to write. This time I was prompted by two of my new art buddies from the art community I've just joined on discord. Everyone's so creative over there. Can't wait to show you some of the art they inspire in me.
So here is this week's drabble:

2018/03/29 – it was a dark and stormy night; You got up to get coffee. I say relax (drabble)

Heavy rain pattered against the window panes and the gusts howled around the house. The room was dark safe for the screen of a laptop. Before it she sat and stared then grabbed her mug and lifted it to her lips. It was just as empty as the page before her. And she'd just got up to make some. She sighed. “Relax,” he suddenly whispered into her ear and lay his warm hands onto her shoulders to massage her gently. She leaned into the touch and felt her tense muscles ease. “You're right,” she conceded, “let's get back to bed.”

Writing Exercises 118 and 119

Hello again!
I'm awfully sorry I'm late. At least I now have two writing exercises for you. Here they are.
This is writing exercise 118:

2018/03/18 – clouds (Haiku)

A cloud in the sky

Watch it gently drift away

I wish I was there

And this is what I did this week:

 

2018/03/20 – Where's the rum gone? (Singlish poem, or is it?)

I dun have leh.

I dun have lor.

I dun have liao.

I dun have mah.

I dun have lah.

I dun have ha.

I dun have hor.

I dun have sial!

(For some reason, I don't have it. I wish I had it, but sadly I don't. I used to have it, but I don't anymore. It would help if I had it, but I don't have it.

I really don't have it.

I'm telling you that I don't have it. Don't look at me; I don't have it.

I can't freaking believe I don't have it!)

Writing Exercise 092

Hello again!
This week, of course, I have another writing exercise for you. This time I wrote a drabble about the weather, and how it changed.
Here it is:

2017/09/17 – sunshine (Drabble)

The rays of the summer sun are fading. Less warmth reaches the earth and a cold wind is blowing away summer's last petals. You remember the brightness of those days and the heat caressing your skin. Yet still the sun makes the lake seem like dancing diamonds and has you long for its warmth and think of summer. The sunshine deceives you, lures you outside. But even if it is colder than you estimated you still glean a lot from it. And if it is just a little smile, that will be perfectly enough. For it lightens up my world.

A Morning in Advent

Today is the third Sunday in Advent. I hope you enjoy this day.

As the candles burned, I looked outside to find the sky was burning, too. Not literally of course. But the sun painted the clouds in the brightest of gold and red lights, and the vista left me stunned for as long as it lasted.

Isn't it beautiful? :o
If you have to get up early you get to see the most spectacular fleeting art which nature can produce as a reward for your discipline and endurance. Revel in the views, enjoy them and begin the day with a smile.

How grim it might look in the beginning...

...it won't stay that way. Only moments later the world might look different and show its true colours. You just have to look on the bright side. ;)
That said, I wish you all a pleasant third Sunday in Advent. See you next week!

Writing Exercise 052

Yesterday I missed the chance to write you a Santa story. :/
But instead today I have a drabble for you about a snow day. This is just as good, isn't it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy the pre-Christmas time and the cozy atmosphere of winter.

2016/12/07 – Snow Day (Drabble)

The air is cold and clear, the soil white and crispy with hoarfrost; a distinctive smell lingers and you know it's going to happen soon. As your gaze wanders towards the cloudy sky, a cold wetness hits your nose – the very first snow flake. And there they are! Silently they float towards the earth, soft and beautiful. You stop to admire the tiny flakes grow to the size of a coin. Within minutes the ground is powdered in white, but the snow keeps falling. Quietly it crunches beneath your step as you continue your path. What a splendid snow day!

Writing Exercise 050

This is my 50th writing exercise already. This means also there have been 50 weeks of writing straight. :o
If you've read all those you've come a long way, and I would like to thank you for your company along those weeks. Today's writing exercise is a drabble about the weather. Here it is:

2016/11/21 – Storm (Drabble)

It starts with a drizzle and a cold breeze. Then eventually the wind picks up, ripping leaves from the trees and hurling them along. It howls and moans ghastly around corners, rattles and tugs at windowpanes. As the heavy clouds darken the sky the rain drops become heavier; they fall like beads on a string and patter, patter ceaselessly. Strong gusts toss and tug treetops, shake them, break them. Then suddenly a blinding light illuminates the darkness, just for a second. One, two, three… Only moments later an earthshattering crack roars and rumbles from the hills. The storm rages on.