Tag: writing

  • Bad Habits

    As the river churned, I wondered if it was a reflection of my future.  I knew I needed to leave town as soon as possible.  Otherwise, I would sink back into the hard living of my past.  I knew I would immediately get sucked back in with my college friends and fall back into the…

  • Tiny Ninja

    “I always knew you were a ninja,” I said, putting my hand over my heart.  I had been preparing myself for this exact moment, but I had totally failed.  I knew Lori had been planning this prank for weeks and I knew I should have seen the signs along the way.  Because this was more…

  • You Look Sad

    “Are you sure you’re all right?  You don’t look like you are feeling well.”  I took Jasmine’s hand and jumped when it was as cold as ice.  Jasmine was hot-natured and most of the time her hands were burning up.  “I think I’m fine.  I mean, I am fine,” Jasmine sputtered out just before her…

  • The Photograph

    PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields  I knew something was off as soon as I saw the photograph. I had done everything correctly to the point of triple checking my settings before taking the photo. Thus, I was confused as to why it had printed so horribly. As I investigated the rest of my photographs, I…

  • Rain + Flowers Haiku

  • Moonlight

    I watched the moon rise and knew I had to be patient.  If I left too soon, everything would be ruined.  But I knew if I had to stand quietly for much longer, everything would be ruined anyway.  I knew coming here was a mistake, but I couldn’t help myself.  I needed to know where Carl…

  • Love your Mother haiku

  • Sitting Heavy

    I had never felt so sad, so heavy, until the day I received my first rejection letter.  I had wanted to go to college and get out of town since middle school.  I had a good life, but things could be better.  Friends could be better.  My friends had been great in elementary school, but…

  • A Magical Time

    I had never had a better or more magical time than when I went camping with my family,  There was a freedom in the air and the cool breeze kept tempers at an all-time low.  I never have been close to my father because he would fly off the handle at any given moment.  Except…

  • Remember Haiku