Greetings, dearest poets and storytellers. I love the number 13. I was 13 when I figured out that refusing to try to fit in with everyone around me didn’t make me a bad human, just a different kind of human. I was born on a full moon in a year of 13 moons. 13 was the age when my grandmother and the other women who raised me began treating me like a woman, and teaching woman things. 13 is awesome.
So, for our 13th Friday Writings post, it feels right to offer those who wish for a prompt the chance to share poetry or prose which includes at least 3 of the following 13 words: bone, night, tell-tale, rhyme, tongue, storm, dirt, moon, chaos, winter, echo, howl, forest. If the prompt doesn’t speak to your ink, feel free to share a piece of your choosing. Let your contribution be new or old, short or longish (prose pieces should be 369 words or fewer). Share the direct link to your post. One link per participant. After you add your words, remember to visit other writers and delight in their words.
next week, if you want a prompt, Rommy will suggest working with the idea of monsters, either a specific one or monsters in general.