Category: Daily Writing Prompt

Well, here we go again – food! Honestly, WP, have you not updated your prompt menu in a while? This is the third time you’ve come knocking on my door asking about what’s on my plate. If I didn’t know better, I’d say your AI has a one-track stomach. So let me give you the…

How often do I walk or run? Well… let’s start with the obvious: RUN???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME… LOL. That ship sailed a long time ago. If you ever see me running, you’d better run too, because it means something serious is chasing me. Walking, though, that’s a different story. I walk continuously all day.…

That’s a tricky one. I’ve never been the “stand at the front of the room, point at a chart, and make people clap” sort of leader. I’m allergic to spotlights and committee meetings; they cause me to break out in hives. But I have always been the black sheep, the one who drifts off the…

Good question… lol. Asking me to pick a favorite word is like asking an Irish farmer to pick just one favorite field. Sure, they’ll point to the greenest one, but you can bet they’re thinking about the patch where the turf is drying or the corner where the blackberries grow. Some words sparkle, like serendipity,…

Honestly WP? It’s morning, so your guess is as good as mine. By the time evening rolls around, I might be raiding the biscuit tin, half-asleep in my chair, or glaring at Bully’s truck out the window. (Yes, that counts as a pastime.) But evenings also have their way of surprising me. Sometimes they slip…

For me, it’s the eyes. Always the eyes. If someone can’t look you straight in the eye, I immediately feel like something shady is going on. You can talk all you want, but if your gaze is darting around like a trapped fly, I’m not buying it. And don’t even get me started on the…

An Ideal Week, Bully-Free (With Commentary from Beyond the Veil)… My ideal week starts the same way every day: with Heff waking up at daylight (even though the damn dog can’t see!), demanding breakfast like the undisputed king he is. Nothing, not tea, not painting, not even a thought, happens until Heff is fed. Once…

Honestly? None. This is one of those prompts I’d rather skip. I used to be all in, I cheered until I was hoarse, lived for the energy of the crowd, and kept track of every stat as if it mattered in my own life. Sports were once a big part of my world. But somewhere…

Relax? Well now, that depends on the day and the mood, doesn’t it? Sometimes I think relaxation is less about what we do and more about what we stop doing. I stop chasing. I stop overthinking. I stop letting the world in with its noise and nonsense. That’s when the quiet sneaks back. For me,…