Nature’s Calls
The trees watch us, wondering why we no longer speak with them.
The ocean sings to us, wondering why we can no longer hear her.
The mountains wait for us, wondering when we will return.
The rivers rage at us, wondering when we will notice.
The icebergs roar at us, wondering when we will listen.
The earth cries to us, wondering if we will save her.
Burning diesel, burning dinosaur bones.
Not to post back-to-back about it, but this is an exception:
We joined forces with Seattle Refined to commemorate & celebrate the life and lyrics of Soundgarden legend Chris Cornell with a new writing challenge.
If Chris Cornell touched you, write about it. Share your story, poem, tribute, anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered. All proceeds from additional copies purchased will be donated to suicide prevention. The most shared post will be read on air and posted on seattlerefined.com
Go to Seattle Refined in Portals to enter and read.
Thanks for stopping to read this. Go write.
-Prose.
Friends
Heather and I are friends. She likes to ignore me a lot, but that's okay. I play jokes on her to get her back. I don't think Heather likes my jokes very much. She always looks real worried when she finds them out.
But we play games together! Like tag or hide and go seek! Heather isn't very good at finding me, but she's a real fast runner in tag.
I try to play other games with her, like blocks or kick ball, but she never seems to like those.
Lately, Heather doesn't come upstairs very often to play with me. When she does, her parents are with her. They look in her closet and under the bed. But we're not playing hide and seek, so I don't know why they do that.
Heather goes to school everyday, and things are quite boring while she's gone.
Why don't I go to school? Well, I don't want to, so, I don't.
Anyway, while Heather is gone, I like to play with her toys. She has some really nice toys, Heather does. She has porcelain dolls and houses for them, and she has plenty of jacks- they're probably my favorite, and she has lots of pretty hats, but I don't think those are toys.
Heather's parents buy her lots of things. I think that's because they know she gets worried real easy, so they buy her toys to make her happy.
I know she gets worried real easy 'cause she always looks worried while we're playing.
Today, Heather came home and when she saw me playing, she started crying. I didn't want her to cry, so I tried to make her laugh with one of her dolls. Heather saw and started crying more.
"Get out!" she yelled. "Leave me alone!"
Get out? I wasn't going to leave, not when my friend was upset.
"Go away! Leave!"
I was not going to leave. No. No! This is my house!
"Get out!"
Heather's parents came in because of all of the yelling, but I didn't care.
I was mad. Heather was telling me to leave my house! My home! Anyone can look at the rock next to the house; it has my name! My parents dedicated it to me when I died in 1837!
Get Your Words Discovered
Good Morning, Prosers,
The way publishers find new authors might have just changed forever.
We are pleased to announce that we have joined forces with publishing giant Simon & Schuster, whose legacy includes Ernest Hemingway, Carrie Fisher, and Stephen King.
Simon & Schuster’s editing team hopes to discover the next generation of great authors by utilising our challenge feature and our social community, initially through a 500-2000 word writing challenge that ends June 1, prompting you to, “Write a story, chapter, or essay about whatever you like. The 50 best entries will be announced by Prose and read by Simon & Schuster’s editorial staff for consideration.”
This challenge stipulates a minimum of 500 entries and a maximum of 2,000.
We will announce the top-50 entries on June 21, 2017.
Here is the challenge URL: https://theprose.com/challenge/5367
We hope you are as excited about this as we are. If you know people who would like to get noticed by Simon & Schuster, spread the word(s).
Until next time, Prosers,
Prose.
