The Poetry Question

Discovering the Relevance of Words

The Daily Prompt – September 5 – Dreams

Rules:

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:

Write a 100 word story based on a recent dream.

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

4 comments on “The Daily Prompt – September 5 – Dreams

  1. The Running Son
    September 5, 2013

    By any standard of measuring trade-winds, they were harsh that evening. The promenade deck was bolted for hurricane conditions, and we were there fighting that current, beyond caring, your skin whiter than those great cumulus cities coasting along the calm blue before the storm, your hair wet, formed to your skin and primal: braids, flaring at the tips, the final warning before the whip snapped, the railing gave in, thunderheads crashed, rain fell like rivets and we, lashed tight by tongues and hair and being one, gave in to the billowing white, lost in deep green, and still beyond caring.
    .
    .
    .
    .
    .-• RunningSon •-
    -•ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç•-

  2. Miriam Maritn
    September 5, 2013

    Riding the white horse through the green hills covered in beautiful yellow dandelions. Over the hills was a lake. The water stood still and it felt like no one knew about the lake. Getting closer and closer to the lake, something flashed my eyes, As i was riding the horse down to the lake and getting closer to the shallow water, there stood still a box. A brown old box made out of wood. It seemed like someone left it there on purpose of forgot it there for someone else to find it. As i picked up the box, i heard a voice behind me saying ” open it and good things will come to you soon “. I did. There in the box was a key. A key that led to an unknown place.

  3. Pingback: Running ̊Son – Poems collection pt. 13 | The RunningFather Blog

  4. Pingback: REVOLUTIONNARY METHODS FOR POLITICAL CONTROL | FACHISM│TERRORISM│THE PROGRAM│STAY-BEHIND NETWORK│BELGIUM CINEY│GANG STALKING

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on September 5, 2013 by in THE DAILY PROMPT and tagged , , , , .

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 4,557 other followers

%d bloggers like this: