This was where I started tying to do more than one prompt. I remember reading a quote from a famous author (can’t remember which one) that said creativity isn’t a limited supply. There is always more. They lie. This was where I was burning out, my WIP was sitting neglected and I was trying to think up clever things for untenable words. Not long from now I crashed and burned and took a hiatus.
7/6/20
He’s a #moron
An #oxymoron
An idiot
A fool
An idgit
A dimwit
A shimsham
A flimflam
A mistake
A flake
A cruel joke
A rotten egg yolk
A sad reckoning
An empty beckoning
A lost chance
A last dance
Our fearless leader
#vss365
7/6/20
Records spin because sad songs say it so well. Trust leaps betrayed since life is cold. Secondhand ticks, just another day. The #skeptic blooms, sure of the way once again. #vss365
7/6/20
He sat on the corner in a fold out chair on Fridays, a flag flapping. He wore his leather bomber jacket despite the heat and his moth worn cap army green. The last of his kind a #patriot, a brainwashed joke. Still he sat and some honked, most ignored. Just another Friday. #vss365
7/3/20
They laughed and frolicked along moors and rock garden
What a thing to be in love with a scaley #Demogorgon
#vss365 #couplet
7/3/20
The devil’s greatest
trick – convincing the world that
she was an #angel
#haiku #vss365
