yesterday i walked in
a garden made of gold
but all the life was gone
and i wonder what must’ve happened
for the most vibrant flowers
to turn into cold stone

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yesterday i walked in
a garden made of gold
but all the life was gone
and i wonder what must’ve happened
for the most vibrant flowers
to turn into cold stone
The forest in your head
Bristling with the crackling laugh
Of crows, kites and vultures,
Reverberating with the
Haunting strains
Of scavengers and predators,
Replete with those seasons and spells
That make you run endlessly
Like a weary freight train
Lugging through interminable tracks,
Isn’t a viable means at all
To seek and surge ahead
Somewhere where you’ll finally gaze
At a verdant foliage
Sparkling in the distance.
Listen to the rain
To the reign of tender droplets
Using no force or duress
Nor any ostentatious display
Of grandeur hypnotic
To those eyes yearning for
A breath of solace,
Only a soft steady presence
Reflecting a humble landscape
Gently imparting a warmth
To be felt with hands cupped beneath together
And a charming simplicity
To be gaily remembered
Hypnotic words!
APRIL Prompts
Hey guys, I thought I would try something a little different! I’ve been swamped this month with projects. I’m currently organizing a monthly magazine for my Patreon content, putting together my first poetry collection, recording my first themed album, and finishing a scifi book cover. So instead of weekly prompts, I have put together a list of monthly prompts!
As always, the prompt does not need to be included in the piece, it only serves to inspire. Please use the tag #armchairchallenge so that I may find it. Any pieces related to the prompt in any medium will be reblogged. Feel free to message my main blog, @electricarmchair, if you have any questions.
**And because these are monthly prompts, please specify which prompt your piece is written for so I can re-blog accordingly. Not all the prompts have to be done, nor in order – Have fun writing!
Prompts for the month of April:
1. The golden garden
2. A girl called Sweet Pea
3. Spring, Personified
4. The fastest snail alive
5. The Easter elf
6. Do fairies have tails?
7. Listen to the rain
8. Poetry Pie
9. What a star smells like
10. Argus-eyed
11. Spring things
12. The fifth season
13. Faun of the flower
14. Ross and the Rose
15. The Bunnyman
16. King of the daffodils
17. The forest in your head
18. Dawn, pawn
19. The crown made of sunlight [or snakes]
20. 3 am
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Prompt Up Monday Apr 8
Sorry guys, there was no prompt for this week. There will be an extra special post up on Monday however, for National Poetry Month to look out for!
Kitchen Tide
Hear a sound, get up slowly, walk down the hall, steps just know there’s something going on. Take a breath as you stick your head around the corner, what are your eyes destined to behold; why it’s your floor submerged under gushing amounts of water. Your brain snaps from it’s delayed reaction of wtf, only to kick your body into over drive. As you start to yell about your current state of affairs. Grab towels, buckets, mops and tools, we must stop this from happening. Water is everywhere, you feel your feet dare to come out from under you as you now stand in if you’re lucky only puddle’s. This idea is soon killed as you watch your kitchen table float by without a care in the world. Save the wood, save the carpet and tile. Save me from my soon to be sky high water bill, I’m already a month or two behind. Ringing out towels until hands are raw, turn off the freaking water guess we have to give the plumber a call.
Image: Flowing Water Abstract by Terril Heilman
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A First Morning
(Part one is here.)
2.
Noah bangs on the door of my room in the hotel suite, his talent for pushing and pulling at things making the entire room rattle for a moment with his worry. I stumble out of bed, fighting back a yawn since it’s definitely Stupid O’Clock and open the door in my jeans and t-shirt. Travelling with Anya and Noah hasn’t been the same as Jay, but five years of travelling with a very enthusiastic eleven year olf boy from outside the universe creates habits, and one of those is always sleeping clothed because you never knew when an adventure would happen.
Or fall on you. Or explode.
Noah just stands wide-eyed in the doorway, the glamour that hides his acne gone – Jay, no doubt, but there is a tension in him that isn’t there anymore despite the new tension as he points toward the kitchen wordlessly.
“Jay?”
“Couch. In the fridge. And a pool,” he adds.
“This hotel doesn’t have –.” I pause, and walk quickly toward the suites kitchen as Noah goes to wake Anya.
The kitchen isn’t large, but currently is a pool. With sand around it, and the island floating in the middle just like an island would. Jay is on it, and asking the island if it would like a palm tree. I doubt a kitchen island even knows what a palm tree is, but it is liable to say yes. Most things do to Jay, often as a matter of survival.
“Kiddo.”
“Hi, Charlie!”
“I see you made a pool.”
“Uh-huh! Noah said you needed drinks, and there can even be fish and foods and probably lots of pineapples too!”
The water coming out of the sink was clear when it started, and slowly changing as the sink draws water from the sewers as well. I watch algae form on the stove top, some vague memory nagging at me.
“I definitely need coffee more than pineapple,” I say.
Jay beams, and vanishes to get that. I use the time to look up algae on my phone, take the coffee he hands me when he returns a minute later.
“You might need to get rid of the pond, Jay.”
“But but but it’s a really good one!”
Anya comes into the kitchen behind Noah, not looking at Noah and then just at the pool. She bites back saying a word Jay definitely shouldn’t know.
“It is a very good pool,” I say. “But the sink is getting water from other places than just the hotel, and that means you’re getting lots of algae.”
“I am pretty jaysome at making new friends.”
“Yes. Yes, you are, but the algae will bloom and that looks pretty but is really a decay that will stop other things from being in the water at all.”
“Oh.”
“Algae bloom. You’re trying to stop a pool in a hotel room with algae,” Anya says in a small voice; she sounds at once impressed and horrified.
Noah just looks confused; I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what one is.
Jay frowns at the water.
“And you could make it more jaysome, but the algae has to be somewhere,” I add quickly. “So returning it back home might be best.”
Jay lets out a huge sigh and the water begins to return as he apologies to the sand and the kitchen and the algae and water as well.
“I almost did an oops,” he says after it is gone, looking worried.
“Maybe,” I admit.
“I’ve been really good at not doing those and fixing up accidents all my myself,” he says proudly.
I’ve seen the texts from Dylan. I settle for a nod.
“Only –.” Jay pauses. The pause sets off alarm bells.
“Only?” Noah asks for all of us when I forget to speak.
“Only I’m worried that jaysome might get funny if I have too many adventures and I fix them up too good, but! now I have more people to help me do that!”
“Do what?” I ask.
“Make sure jaysome is never an algae bloom and totally doesn’t decay even if it isn’t a philosophy cuz pineapples are good on lots of things besides pizza.”
I stare at Jay. Noah coughs, and offers a small nod when I look over at him. Which I imagine means he can explain that at least later.
“All right. Noah and Anya need coffee too, and then we need to get breakfast,” I say.
Jay vanishes with a whoop of joy as I tell Noah and Anya to get ready for the rest of the day, and for breakfast.
“For breakfast?” Anya asks.
I just smile; she’s never seen Jay really eat a breakfast, and some adventures are best left for others to learn themselves.
Noah doesn’t put the fae glamour up as we leave the hotel. I walk beside him. “It should be okay.”
Noah blinks, turns to me. “I –.” He gulps and falls silent.
I wonder how much even he has forgot in the past few months just how people reacted to both his freckles and acne; from his fear, he’s worried he has as well. “Jay is very distracting,” I say, entirely deadpan, and he laughs softly.
We head toward the IHOP as Jay appears with coffee for us and says he’s already found one adventure for later.
I decide not to ask where he put it until then.
A First Morning
1.
Silences behind a Jay are often funny quiets, because silence and adventures don’t really fit together even if the adventure doesn’t involve an accident or an oops at all.
“Hi!”
“Ah. Hello,” Noah says softly behind me. He’s in a hugey hotel suite with Charlie and Anya and Charlie said I could adventure with the three of them so I totally did a packing and a travelling just like a jayboss does. “It’s six in the morning. You’re a bit early?”
“Well, I thought I’d totally do a surprising cuz Charlie doesn’t get up before seven at all which is sleeping in way too late but you don’t have a room for a Jay you know!”
“And… that is why you are somehow packing a blue couch into the fridge?”
“Yup!” I close the door up and turn and offer up a jaysome grin.
Noah returns it, even if his jaysome grin is a smile and really quiet and I’m not sure how that works yet since jaysome is subtle like a Jay and subtle like a Noah is often so shy it pretends it’s not subtle. “I –,” he begins, then pauses under my grin.
“Ooh!” I bounce over across the island only it isn’t an island yet and peer up into his face. He has lots of freckles and those freckles have freckles too and that’s always jaysome. “Did you know you’re wearing a glamour?!”
Noah goes still, not moving at all.
“Uhm. You did know that, right?” I ask because humans can forget a lot of things sometimes without even forgetting them at all.
He nods, and he looks kind of scared and lots of worried, only not of a Jay which is really good since sometimes humans get confusled and think a Jay is scary!
“We can help more people if they aren’t – distracted by me all the time,” he whispers.
“Really?! I’m distracting a lot and do lots of help and! your acne is really sad-face at being hidden all the time.”
“I don’t know how to….” he waves a hand toward his face.
“Oh! The fae didn’t give you an off switch for the glamour at all?”
“They said it would weaken it, if it was on, then off, and back on?”
“But that’s just binding and I can help with that,” I say firmly, and do bindings cuz a Jay is all about helpings.
Noah blinks, blinks again, looks at the mirror over the sink. “I – oh.” He reaches up, runs fingers gently against one cheek. “Thank you.”
“Not being you must have been pretty hard!”
He lets out a small laugh that is maybe not a laugh. “I am afraid of liking it too much. People stare at me, but they don’t stare as much. I am worried I might depend on it, if I have it for too long. It’s – hard to explain. Anya isn’t sure why I would want anyone to react to seeing me like they would if I don’t have it on me.”
“But that’s easy, cuz they’re not seeing you, just the part of you the glamour wants them to. Imagine seeing a Jay and not jaysome, only that’s not possible at all so I bet we need a metaphfive.”
“A what?” Noah asks.
“Well, a metafour didn’t work,” I say proudly.
He giggles a little at that, and lets a lot of tension go with bindings of his own. “That’s almost good. And – thank you. I don’t think even Charlie really understands?”
“The fae give out glamours, but they never call them gifts. That’s one of those important things people forget a lot,” I say. “And you can’t wear a not-you over you all the time and not risk you getting weirdy and decaying.”
“Decaying?”
“Like like like if you start seeing the glamour as the real you and forget you have lots of cute acne along with the cute freckles and become way less cute which wouldn’t be jaysome at all! Cuz even without the glamour, people change all the time and forgetting to tell yourself that you’ve changed is why humans do lots of weird things like cling to bindings they should have let go of years ago but! they went and defined themselves by it and called it a philosophy and they get trapped by it!”
“What kind of philosophy?” Noah asks in a Charlie way.
“Some humans get really weird about pineapple on pizza,” I explainify.
“I – I guess we do. Ah.” Noah waves a hand to the fridge, but doesn’t open it with his talent. “Speaking of food, we kind of need to use this fridge since it has our food in it, and some drinks too?”
“Oh, I have a plan for that,” I say. “Your kitchen has a sink that’s really sad it’s never used and an island so I can totally make a pool and everyone can use that for drinks!”
And Noah blinks a few times and stares at a Jay, and says something about getting Charlie even as the sink happily gives up lots of water and I find some sand for the bestest beach ever!
(AND! I’m in a PART TWO as well!!)
behind the walls, an accident of pipes. there are things that knock back there, behind the walls, behind the walls.
we wake up to liquid, a shimmering wave on the tile. we see ourselves within. let us make all of the strange faces.
we wake up like liquid.
our oven speaks in a fiery voice, and flames make strange faces in the water.
will we sail away to a new love in these shallow waters? or will the water drain away to show us we already have love right here, right here?
silvery fish ( or keys ) flit about underneath, underneath, dancing with the flame.
217/1000*
turning tragedy / into a vacation as / we dive into lunch
Aseptic
I come home late at night and it is all silent Only the constant whistling of the nearby highway The low buzzing of the neon above the sink White noise, a wheezing ghost welcoming me home The hushed humming of a lifeless house Sounding oddly like the blood flow in your ear When you press a seashell to it Dreaming of the ocean but getting only an empty echo
I stand here, by the counter, with darkness in my eyes Looking over at the street, the deserted driveways An aseptic, perfect neighborhood Wiped clean of any life once 10 p.m. strikes Mummy, daddy, two kids, and a dog A neat little fence Doll houses precisely aligned Squeaky clean and sterile Bearing only the stain of meaninglessness The whole scene painted dirty yellow by the sodium streetlamps
It’s a bit like nausea Or a headache brought on by a strong scent Like I’m here and not here Watching myself watch those immaculate facades Nothing feels quite real, but it all feeds the migraine Ringing hollow. Louder and louder. Reverberated
Soon, it rises around me, all air leaving the room An atmosphere too heavy, too quiet, too palpable Memories flooding in to fill the gnawing void The kitchen detergent smelling suddenly like chlorine And finally my legs give out, refusing to carry me So I sit on the tiled floor, like I once did at the bottom of the pool Deflated lungs, blank mind, and blurry vision Thinking of nothing at last Before the swim coach came to tear me away From my sunken comfort From the pure blue calm of the depths Bringing me back to a world I never belonged to But who will come for me now?
Inspired by @electricexhibition‘s prompt “A pool in the kitchen”
219/1000*
a pool in my own / kitchen wasn’t in my plans / as a homeowner
Prompt: A Pool in the Kitchen
The prompt for this week is A Pool in the Kitchen, and will be running from March 19 to March 24. The prompt does not need to be included in the piece, it only serves to inspire. Please use the tag #armchairchallenge so that I may find it. Any pieces related to the prompt in any medium will be reblogged. Feel free to message my main blog, @electricarmchair, if you have any questions.
- April
Check out the writers and their entries for the last prompt, Turtles!
@cruxymox and piece
@imperiallefty and April
Note: I had a prompt ready to post yesterday for this week, but I’m saving it for next week. I apologize for the late prompt. Our kitchen had a flood yesterday! A pipe burst when we turned the sink off, and the pressure was so much it unhinged and blew a hole in the wall. It seemed almost impossible to turn the fountain of scalding hot water off. It spewed everywhere. A pool started to quickly form from our kitchen, pouring into the living room and the hallway to the front door. We did manage to turn the hot water off after half an hour, but the pipe leaked for several more hours until we managed to get it fixed. The pool, however, was still a problem. Our feet were drowning. We had about 20 towels on the floor, and for about three hours we guided the water back to the sink with towels, then passed towels down the line to the bathroom to wring them out, and walked back to the kitchen to find another pool. The super intendent had come up during this process, disappeared for half an hour while we were still flooding, and returned once we had stopped the flooding to tighten the pipe. It was a pretty stressful day... I can barely even believe it happened. I’m just glad someone was home! So I thought “A Pool in the Kitchen” could be a fun prompt, I’m interested in reading your pieces.
she has a heart like a turtle shell and the temperament of one who snaps.
15-word myth #56 - @electricarmchair / April (via imperiallefty)
Prompt: Turtles (still)
Sorry Guys! The new prompt will be up on Monday (Sunday is my mom’s birthday.) I was having trouble posting at my regular schedule on Tumblr, Instagram, and Patreon during the first half of this week. Everything seems to be going back to normal now, I hope none of you had that problem.
- April
I am a finkeeper of chelone two. It is a simple life, even though often physically turbulent. Our bale swims so close to the stars.
I met a story-dancer when I was on leave three hatchcycles ago. They told me the reason we ride the star waves is not only to generate power for the multibale, but to also help us understand the beauty of the universe.
I fell in love with them then and there.
I never saw them again.
They had the same eyes as chelone two.
Prompt: Turtles
The prompt for this week is Turtles and will be running from March 5 to March 11. The prompt does not need to be included in the piece, it only serves to inspire. Please use the tag #armchairchallenge so that I may find it. Any pieces related to the prompt in any medium will be reblogged. Feel free to message my main blog, @electricarmchair, if you have any questions.
- April
Check out the writers and their entries for last week’s prompt The Wonderer:
@circe-poetica and The Wonderer
@praggya1993 and piece
@fakesurprise and piece
@teacup13 and piece
@mleighsquickspot and Wondering
@cruxymox and piece
@hiddenbehindmycreativity and Wondered
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Note: Hey guys, it’s week 21! Sorry for the late prompt... again .... (but if I always do the prompt on Monday/Tuesday instead of on Saturday/Sunday - really, is it late, then?)
It’s been kind of a slow week. I looked into my notes on my phone for this week’s prompt, and the most recent note read:
‘THINGS TO WRITE ABOUT:
TURTLES’
and now I can’t stop thinking of turtles. Turtles in all different situations. *sigh* This is going to be a slow week.
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