Teague-Drydan

They have the power to build up or to tear down; the power to save or destroy. They can ease a sore heart, or cause more decay, stop up the flow of tears. Words can erase all our burdens, or increase the load tenfold, so be careful the words you choose. But mightier still is the one who can wield the words in crafty new ways. They can overcome the stresses of each daily life, create something new. They can tear down the walls others build in defense or raise the walls higher still. Take care, for the words you choose every day can cause others to stumble and fall, or lift them on high, relish each thing in their life, the best of gifts to

She sighed as she peeked into the room. He wasn’t there yet. No surprise, really; it was earlier than usual. She glanced at the sun and scowled. Last night has been a late one and the sun had risen too early. It was barely fully up and cleared the horizon. Sighing again, she gingerly threaded her way into the room. Paraphernalia was liberally strewn everywhere and she didn’t want to mess up the sorting system. As the cool darkness of the room enclosed her and her eyes adjusted, she spotted a cleared spot against the far wall in the corner. Swiping the pillow that he used at the desk, she plopped to the ground, knees to chest, bac

One last breath Before returning home I’ll miss you dearly But know it’s for the best Tears run free as I remember why I love you too much to extend this lie. I kiss your head, stroke your hair, Remembering when you were there. A long life blessed with love And hope. Friendship found When we were both so low. Buoyed up, the best years gone, Arthritis settles into bones. One last breath Before returning home I’ll miss you dearly But know it’s for the best The call was made; No regrets to list Save that it must be your last breath. It’s hard to know, looking forward, How life will be now you’re gone. Ev

Dragons used to fly by moonlight and starlight--where have they all gone to? When time comes to end, even dragons fail and fall; going beyond death.

 Week 3: The Big Picture Day 1: Vision Day 2: Blank (A free day, choose your own "big picture" topic) Day 3: Blank (A free day, choose your own "big picture" topic) Day 4: Image Day 5: Priorities Day 6: Foresight/Hindsight (you can write about one, the other, or both!) Day 7: Legacy Bonus Day 1: Reflection - What have you learned? Bonus Day 2: Reflection - What do you see differently?

Choka Boredom creeps on soft feet, sneaking up behind. Claws splayed to grapple, not rend flesh from bone. Sapping strength from strong limbs, it de— lights in bringing low the high. No one can escape it’s grasp. Dodoitsu Menagerie of puppets fills the space, leaving no spot free. Invisible, only felt and never seen. Naked eyes are blind to truth. Haiku Sated, eyes slowly tumble closed. Breathing evens out, sleeping soundly.

The sun dipped below the horizon, allowing the world to cool. Heat haze was no longer visible, though could still be felt. A northerly breeze gently wafted her hair as she leaned against a warm pillar and sighed in relief.  She had been waking, trudging, waddling, for far too long, and still, no end was in sight. Slowly sinking to the ground, she rested her elbows on her knees with her head in her hands. She hadn't thought it would be this hard, this long. The scuttling sounds of night creatures roused her enough to change positions. Her back slowly slid to the side of the pillar, one arm pillowed under her head. Her knees were pulled as cl

A common saying hereabouts is “Nothing good can come from monsters.”  I used to say it, too, but that was before. I used to be your run of the mill garbage rat, riffling through the day’s leftovers, hoping for a few scraps to eat to fill my belly. At the time, I was maybe about ten or so. Generally short for my age, long straggly hair that no one knew the color of it was so dirty. Large swathes were matted messes.  Stone grey eyes glared out of a face more often streaked with dirt than was clean.  My eyes were just too close together and my chin stuck out more often than not.  What clothes I had were ratty tangles of fabri

white cream splashed over red tile i prayed this time: please, let it take this time red oozes across white cotton, dashing dreams before they can soar at least the answer wasn't HELL NO?

Week 3: Growth Day 1: Personal (word count) Day 2: Blank  (word count 250) When I adopted her, Quiz was barely 4 pounds and I was told she was 3.5 months old.  I didn’t question it.  She was super tiny.  She had one completely white front leg, the other was orange striped with white toes.  It looked like she had waded through white paint, the way the white flowed down her body. Her sides are a swirl of cinnamon colors: grey and orange, and striped and caramel.  Her chin was white and the left muzzle white as well; her right muzzle was striped in grey. Within a week, I knew she had something wrong with her. Her little belly was diste