Anamaria Jovel
Something magical
Your imaginary pet
Your family
Something that's formal
Your pet
What will you always remember?
TV I'm watching
What is more valuable than everyone else thinks?
What happens at 13 O’clock?
The Thirteenth Hour
At the thirteenth hour our eyes are tired,
Our minds rewired.
The walls will dance.
The hum of the air conditioner becomes a chant.
At the thirteenth hour our bodies twist,
Our aches persist.
The lights will flicker.
The fatigue gets thicker, and thicker.
At the thirteenth hour our hearts call out,
Our thoughts become doubt.
Our doubts become hopes.
Our hopes become dreams.
The thirteenth hour will then and only then cease.
What would you give the person who has everything?
To Whomever may have Everything
A hand to hold tight,
A place to retreat into,
A heart to lean on.
What can you see outside your window? A six word story.
The cardinal dancing through our garden.
Something appalling. Describe a meal inspired by the prompt.
The moment she tasted it, she wished she hadn't, so close to spitting out what little she had...Except her parents were just beside her, chowing down on their own portions which they apparently enjoyed.
Beef chopped so fine it was mushy. Doused in too much pepper and not enough salt, then baked just a bit too long in so much oil it became a gravy. The side of potato would have been the only savior for the dish, but only the ADULTS could have any. So she chewed (but mainly just drank) the mushy beef, the sharp taste of the pepper so strong her eyes began to water like she was sprayed with it.