by Naomi L. | September 25, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
How can I thank you for
All the ways you care for me?
Praise you for being my role model, and
Pray for you every day, because
You deserve all the joy in the world!
Bless you for being so wonderful!
I wish you all the best in the world:
Respect for all the hard work you do,
Time to enjoy all the things you love,
Happiness every day of your life, and
Days full of laughter and sunshine.
Always be the amazing person you are, and
Your family will always love and appreciate you!
May you always be blessed with
Only the brightest, most wonderful days!
Mom, Happy Birthday! I love you!
by Naomi L. | August 28, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
As I lay back on the bed
And you lay over me,
I look up at your face
Smiling down at me,
And I think to myself,
He has such beautiful eyes.
Dark brown eyes,
So warm and inviting.
When they look into mine,
I can see the love in them,
The kindness,
The humility,
The passion.
And when I look back into them,
I feel at peace.
Those eyes say so much
Even when his lips
Don’t say a word.
They tell me such sweet things:
I adore you,
I want you,
I need you,
I love you.
And they always perfectly match
The feelings in my heart.
I know those eyes
Belong to a man
Who cares for me,
Who respects me,
Who treats me well and
Who loves me
With all his heart.
And I know that when I’m with him,
I am home.
All this takes but a second
To cross my mind,
But that one second
Is more than enough.
I smile back up at you,
Pull you close,
And kiss your lips,
Elated to know that
Only I will ever see
The true depth of the love
In your beautiful brown eyes.
Happy Birthday to my adoring boyfriend! Thank you for filling my days with so much happiness and love! I love you, sweetheart!
by Naomi L. | August 26, 2015 | Blog, Creative Writing, What If? Writing Prompts |
My apologies; looks like grad school work has me swamped again, so how about a couple more rounds of “What If?” Writing Prompts to tide over my creative writing posts this month? This week’s batch features yet another set of romance prompts. See what new tales you can spin around the theme of love! Enjoy!
What if… you knew the person you were going to marry someday was already in your life… but you didn’t yet know who it was?
What if… you realized you had a crush on one of your closest friends?
What if… you and your sibling liked the same person?
What if… the person you were destined to be with came into your life the day after you swore never to love again?
What if… you fell in love with someone you had never met in person?
Good luck writing your own romantic stories!
If you have any “What If?” writing prompt suggestions (for any theme), please feel free to share them in the comments below. Ideas I like may be featured in future “What If?” posts, with full credit and a link to your blog (if you have one)! Also, if you’ve written a piece based on an idea you’ve found here, be sure to link back to the respective “What If?” post. I would love to see what you’ve done with the prompt! Thank you!
by Naomi L. | July 31, 2015 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing |
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
He had been planning this moment for two months now.
Nervously, he gazed at the love of his life.
I love you more than anything, he whispered.
This was it: the moment of truth.
He got down on one knee.
Then he produced the ring.
Will you marry me?
He waited, terrified…
She smiled.
Yes.
This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
Back to the story
by Naomi L. | July 24, 2015 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I knew it was love.
When we danced, the world stood still.
Then the clock chimed once.
Suddenly she froze.
Timidly, I took her hand
As the clock chimed twice.
Just one kiss, I wished.
At the third chime, I leaned in…
But she turned and fled.
Four chimes in, I paused.
That was when I realized,
I don’t know her name.
Terror seized my heart.
No, I cannot lose her now.
Five chimes in, I ran.
Chasing after her,
I could hear the sixth chime ring.
Please come back, I begged.
At the seventh chime,
All I found upon the stairs
Was her glass slipper.
As the eighth chime rang,
I looked down and saw her there,
Running through the doors.
Glass slipper in hand,
I followed her down the path
To the clock’s ninth chime.
I stopped at the gate.
The tenth chime sent her carriage
Out into the night.
Eleven chimes in.
Desperately I called to her.
Just once, she looked back.
Midnight, she was gone.
Lovesick and alone I stood
As the clock struck twelve.
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