Hi, lovelies!! It's @LexiIsAWriter. I've made a little home for my writer prompt game #POVprompt to make things a bit easier. New prompts are up every Saturday.
She moved with a poet's soul, chest dancing on the rise and fall of unspoken words and unabated ink. You could catch sneaks of skin etched in glossed lightning across her stomach from life turned loss, but such grace remains towered. #WordInSense#sunscribbles#POVprompt#vss365
your name ...your fame
are all beautiful lies
they are cacooning you in a sphere
of mundane
break
let the wings of happiness make u
travel in the land of fearlessness
where name is not needed
n fame is not counted
you are who you are
dancing
Milk
cream
butter
bread & jam
with the band,
sing a favorite song
or say a poem,
just as long
as it's not about skin
need money for jam
biscuits for milk
& honey
birds
bees
sting in tail
jump over moon
cows
dawn
dairy maids
milking it
for all its worth.
#POVprompt MILK
#POVprompt I peeked through the window, into the history of a family, left as they had left it, yet... The dish rack held cleaned dishes, a sweatshirt hung off a chair at the kitchen table, and a box of Captain Crunch sat next to an empty milk jar. #wip
In a mountain land, on the outskirts of the hamlet Creme, seven days a week the duties of the milkmaid, Collette did keep. Collette Ann Gem, a pretty lass with a so sore limp, tended not one but two cows of moo, while their cud they did chew.
#POVPrompt#SaidSun#Sunday
Analia Edevane lives within a sea of eyes that seek to drown her in ignominy. Their bearers spit on her thorny skin and ban her from nearing their children—in fear of poisoning them. The only relief lies in looking at a milk sky. #SinisterSunday#POVprompt#WeirdWriters#vss365