Zoomed in train station

Mounds of grey and brown rocks beneath the metal tracks. They create a path for travelling. Cigarette butts strewn over the rocks, tossed aside by their owners once their foul smell is extinguished. The taste of the leftover cigarette put out, like its insignificant flame.  The smooth rocks interrupted by the company of the cigarettes. Grey and brown, with the disturbance of the unpleasant tan color. The rocks aren’t disturbed by the trampling of feet, only the garbage mingled within it.

Why I Dislike Writing Poetry

 

I’d rather write prose

The right thing to say, who knows?

Poetry isn’t easy

It usually ends up too cheesy

Including a cliché

A summary of your day

Looking for inspiration in your front yard

Poetry is just too hard

Limerick

Once upon a time I was in love
Our hands fit together like a glove
We'd stay up late into the night
Everything felt so right
Then it all ended with a shove

Taking a few Characters out to Dinner

This is a short paragraph inspired by the book “Handle with Care”, written by Jodi Picoult.     

The family was seated at a large booth in the local Chinese restaurant. They didn’t usually eat meals together unless they went to a restaurant and were forced into having quality family time. The talk was minimal and awkward at best until the waiter began to bring out their meal: plates full of pork fried rice, steamy sesame beef, simple white rice, spicy orange chicken, and their famous scrumptious egg flour soup. Instantly it was if they were a family again, not a congregation of strangers forced to spend time together. They were asking each other to pass plates of this or that food, loading out portions of soup for one another. At one point the dad asked the youngest son if he would like some of the orange chicken dish, which lifted the boy’s spirits since that was the nicest thing his father had said to him since… well, the last time they ate at a restaurant together.