The Poetry Question

Discovering the Relevance of Words

The Daily Prompt- August 8


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.

The Prompt:  The Woods

Imagine the kind of forest that only existed in the oldest stories. The kind of forest that lay beyond the village when the world was still a wilderness and impossible things were very real. Take a walk through that forest and describe what you see.


About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

2 comments on “The Daily Prompt- August 8

  1. dmlangel1101
    August 8, 2013

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  2. The Running Son
    August 8, 2013

    We all howled, cords framing necks, and our heads and manes fell, all at once, into the fern ferment and wood pulp, furrowing out plump mastigrubs, and our exposed skins oiled under the full moon. We rocked side to side slowly and panted wet, ravaged the warm earth until it stuck to our fir and we howled again, went hunting for blood-mice, and the arachnogons that web their allies for slow sucks.
    -• RunningSon •-

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