Maybe the night with you will come

someday

but tonight is not that night

Tonight is a night of hot tea steaming

in my nostrils and curling around

my hands and hair

Tonight is the night of dark sweet chocolate

melting around my tongue and

slowly infusing with tears

Tonight is a night for twisting faded flowers

together into a bouquet of wishes

to ponder as it crumbles

Tonight is a night to be serenaded by all

the wounded hearts who've

come before

Maybe someday the night will come

when I can pour myself into you

when I can let my worries slide away

in your embrace

but

tonight, I will pour my words out

onto a blank emotionless page

a simple consolation

despite the lack of commiseration

but for you is

a poor substitute

I was super serious

But she was supercilious

I was so recalcitrant

That she called the management

I just couldn't abide

How she took it in stride

And spurned my rude overtures

For what rightly was yours

When I walked into school today for my first day on the job, I never imagined the feeling I would have when I headed home this afternoon. After learning where the janitorial supplies were kept, I swept the floors and cleaned the bathrooms just like I did on my previous job.

Around lunchtime, I hear on the loudspeaker that every teacher and staff member is to report to the main office before leaving school today. I briefly question if that would include me since I had only been there for ten hours, but I want to be sure I am following all orders.

I can't ever remember receiving a gift when it was not my birthday or Christmas. The office assistant said that a volunteer brought in thank you gift bags for every member of the staff and that included me. As I placed the "You are appreciated" note on my refrigerator and savored a couple of high-end chocolates later that night, I knew I had the best job in the world.

Why should i see another sun?

what is wrong with me that no one wants to be around me?

why am i even here.

and even when people like me

i spend too much time trying to figure out why.

i Just hate how slowly the moments drip by.

like molasses in Alaska.

even if the plan is “dystopian nightmare”

or “utopian daydream”

I’m losing the sense that any of it is worthwhile.

the socks are stuffed.

I’ve had enough.

just like that time we road tripped

and the dogs slept so peacefully in the backseat

you were so tired yet you got us home safely;

time to lay down to sleep in the passenger side once more.

Take me home.

Let's face a fact. Science isn't political. Science is science. Science goes to the heart of facts, based on hard evidence, not hearsay. I hear all this talk about how the vaccine is a plot. Conservative media, certain politicians, downplay the need and there are people who buy into that notion. Shame on them.

The vaccine gives you a chance to live. Metal won't stick to your face. It's not Russia, China or India, our own government, or whatever; what this is, is a failure to trust in what works. For you, your family, your friends.

Over 612,000 died from Covid had no say because there was no vaccine. I am willing to bet if they hadn't died, they would be the first ones at a clinic begging for the vaccine in order to live.

To all the naysayers, I wish you well and hope you don't get ill, especially with Delta on the rise. But dammit ... have trust, have faith, and stop listening to false news that says you will be just fine without it.

Truth is: you won't be. Just ask the parents who have lost a total of 300 kids to the Delta variant. 300 kids that will never have the chance to grow up.

Idyllic sunset,

holy days sing their refrain

because of the night

Oh peaceful sunrise,

you too sing with grace and ease

because of the day

Days turn into years,

years into millennia

and all ages end

Last night:

There is a weird neighborhood with two houses, fenced in with a great white wall and nothing beyond the wall but desert. Inside of the wall the houses have a yard but the grass is a reddish yellow and the little trees are orange and blowing in the wind. There is a family who lives in the one house and from this part the facts become less clear.

I think I remember the two girls who live in the house getting grounded and scrolling through some futuristic strand of light with house or clothing items. I think I can remember the father telling one of them not to go beyond the wall and their house was all bendy and odd looking.

Other than that, my mom woke me up and I never got to continue it. It wasn't a bad dream, just wacky and I wish someone deam doctor would tell me how it formed. Before bed I read the books Lockwood and co. Worked on some alliteration for the contest (Want to help me, list some A words, thank you :) ), and before that I sang to a country song. I also thought of the movie Home. Oh and I watched Good witch. Any of those from this dream? I don't think so.

Hello, Prose friends and family. I have a dilemma.

I have been wanting to publish more than just short stories for a long time, but my busy life has not allowed very much time for such. Nevertheless, I plan to try and buckle down to write a full novel this year. The thing is, most of my short stories have waaaayyyy more substance to them. I literally have stories in all genres and time periods on all sorts of subject matters. So, I need your help. What is the genre you would like to see from me? Are there any short stories of mine you enjoyed reading very much and would like me to continue in that arc? I know I had quite a few comments on many of my posts that you all would like to see the story continued, but I would love if you could post below and let me know your opinions all in one place. Think of it as a poll of sorts. Hopefully, this community input will help me to settle upon one idea, and maybe I can cover the runner-up next.

Thanks so much for your assistance, everyone! God bless you all.

Looking forward to your comments!