Promptly Chronicled

Promptly Chronicled
300 writing prompts to inspire the fiction writer

Saturday, July 24, 2021

The Best of You


I am I and you are you
And nothing less will ever do

I can’t be you, you can’t be me
And that is that you must agree

Don’t try to be him, her, or them
Embrace your own internal gem

Relax and let yourself fly free
Trust yourself and you shall see

That there is nothing you can’t do
When you shine the best of you


II wrote this in response to something I read on Twitter. The poster said that 
they were tired of trying to be as good as others in their chosen field.
I felt compelled to write this, though that person may never see it. But, if 
it helps one other person, I'll consider that a success. 


Image by Gerd Altman from Pixabay

Monday, May 31, 2021

Battle at Sea


As the battle raged, neither side noticed the skies above. A blackened wall hid the sun, while violent winds tore the sails.

I fell into the waters below, a barrel my only hope. Men screamed between cracks of thunder, as a wall of water shoved me beneath the waves. I’d no air to breathe, light to see, nor chance to fight. Then...silence. 

I emerged once more, the barrel my saving grace. The sky was clear, the waters calm, the Armada, gone. I was alone, drifting with the currents toward land.

That was the day the sea ended the war.


The above story is the product of a writing prompt (SEA) given by Quill and Crow Publishing House. They have a different prompt listed in their June Prompt List for each day of the month. Though they offer these as poetry prompts, I wanted to do something a little different. I've opted to create microfiction pieces of exactly 100 words.

I won't promise to have each one up each day, but I'm going to do my best. Anything to keep writing. I hope you enjoy.


Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay

Thursday, April 22, 2021

Sensuality Sublime

The way you peer into my soul
And grasp me in your gaze
Sends a shiver through my veins
And sets my heart ablaze

I long to feel your lips on mine
Your breath upon my skin
The searing scent of musty heat
That makes my head to spin

Salty beads of passion fall
Into the velvet folds
Around your torso like a glove
My aching body molds

Flesh and fire mix as one
Our mounting heat explodes
Rhythmic chanting echoes loud
My energy implodes

Two as one in perfect beat
Intense in perfect time
My fantasy alive again
Sensuality sublime


I originally wrote this poem in August of 2010. Today is April 22, 2021. I am still proud of this one. 


Image by efes from Pixabay