The Daily Prompt – June 26


1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)

3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the ‘Best Of’ section.





  1. The Running Son


    Art trends always undulate
    large intestines regulate.
    Art is best when dripping out,
    gas will pass best ripping loud.
    Pass the art test in a lump.

    Talk to god while on the dump.
    To evacuate this stall’s blank slate,
    this old crappy bathroom wall,
    I find solution in my morning constitution,
    and writing, “for a good time, call…”


    1. J. Gabriel Allan

      Great post! (as usual)
      I submitted it as “Best of” even though I’m a little behind.

      been having connectivity issues, though being disconnected has been great.

  2. alise

    Art rhymes with fart. Here is a gross poem about art.

    No good art came from hours of planning. No good art came from a contract. No-good-art doesn’t exist.
    Art doesn’t follow the English language, grammar rules, or a grading scale.
    Call it what you want, real art is a fart of the imagination. A creation formed out of a spontaneous response directly from the bowels of your brain.
    The more powerful your art, the more you remember it.
    No one remembers a simple toot.
    Naw, people remember the fart that made them cover their face, the fart that made their stomachs churn, the fart that made people look around to see who did it.

    Real art is the vomit from a drunken night spilled out on a public toilet seat. No matter how badly you abuse your spirit, art will purge its way to the surface, through any orifice responsible for creation.
    With vomit, there is no control over what comes out. You don’t pick out the ravioli from dinner and the oatmeal from breakfast. You get the bologna sandwich from lunch, the granola bar, the salad.
    Let’s say you could control your vomit, it might look a little more pretty, but there is still a sick feeling in your stomach due to the things locked inside.
    It’s the uncontrolled nature of art that makes it beautiful, remarkable, meaningful.
    And to some people, your art may look like puke smear.
    But no one will know your art like you do.

    Isn’t that the amazing part.
    Your art’s only audience is you!
    It doesn’t need a canvas, a stage, or an award.
    All it needs is to be created.
    Art does not exist in your mind, no that’s called a dream. Art needs the push of a key, the stroke of a pen, and the courage to share your dreams with your eyes and your ears.
    I hope this poem is as smelly when you read it as when I wrote it.

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