Writing 101: Day 20 – The End (A Poem) 


Prompt: Wrap it all up.

The end has come. Fairwell for now. It’s time to go out on your own now.

Though you’ll be back to learn some more. For now, we say Adieu and Ciao.

You are changed since you first began, with everyday you grew.

And now you return to where you started; your journey has come full circle.

You are stronger after what you’ve been through, and writing everyday you became a mouth piece.

You scribbled and wrote, took. pictures, and typed until your fingers were sore.

This writing journey has not ended, you’ve just touched on a prologue.

Once the ember is ignited you can’t shut out the light.

Light defies darkness, it comes in out worst times to shut out the terrifying pitch black.

Don’t be afraid; your terrors and woes, your happiest times, fretful moments, and memories of all kinds — they will build your power.

One should not often wield a sword in this world, so let us wield a pen and write the rights and wrongs, the haves and have nots.

Let us write of every topic, of every feeling, of the pieces of a broken heart, and hearts sealed with a silver kiss.

But we are done. Fini. Don’t you know that you have a choice; a decision on whether you can do this unaided.

You have the skills to let words fly; to inspire and grow until words form a language that speaks to the entirety.

No word was ever wasted. Edited, but it existed for a reason. You’ll revise endlessly.

And finish with a matter of letting memories collide; as thoughts that you have completed one small journey provide you with satisfaction sublime.

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Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers – To a Special Woman


She was sitting alone on a beach and she felt different than she had ever felt. She was young and beautiful and she was perfect; her beauty had no flaws. She was eternally youthful and magnificent. She could do anything she wanted her body was limber and strong.

The beach was the most peaceful place she had ever been. The tide washed up, but the water was transparent. The sand was white like pearls and glimmered. Her perfect eyes took in everything; her vision so sharp she could see far away. And where her vision stopped a seeing in her mind took over.

That’s when she realized she felt no pain. No pain, it was the strangest feeling. There was no aching in her bones. No headache and no sickness. Their was a sense of well-being and harmony within her. She knew then that there was only one place she could be, and she smiled in her radiant youth and walked towards the brilliant orange setting sun.

In Memory of Barbara Beacham.