365 Challenge: Prayer, Memory, Love, and Poetry

This entry is part 37 of 52 in the series 365 Challenge

365 pieces of poetry and fiction to prompts. Poetry, songs, colors, favorite lines, etc. I want to write original work, but knowing me, the occasional bit of fandomness will sneak in. This is more exciting to me than I can say for some reason, and I’m hoping you will all help me as I reach out to create an average of one piece a day.


So for the next so long, you'll be getting batched updates because I'm writing 2 count per day. This time 'round, I was particularly pleased with the poem, and if I were going to submit any of these, it would be "By the Numbers."

Well Doing, Weary

Canon: Miscellaneous Fiction
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Prompt: Oh, I try out a smile / And I aim it at you / Oh, you must have missed it / You alway
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Sometimes we get weary. Really, bone-tired weary.


That moment when faith becomes sight.

All the old preacher wanted was some sign the families in his church might soften their hardened hearts to the Word they claimed to keep.

   

Don’t Remind Me That It’s Over

Canon: Kingdoms and Thorn
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Prompt: Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
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So a whole new set of characters, I know, but this was actually the first team I ever developed of this world. Team five. It was kind of nice to find they matched the prompt.


Ricki had put away the past when she put away the name.

Anna has a new photography job and decides to go back through her old snapshots and memories. Ricki, who is visiting, demands that she stop—before it hurts too much.

   

By the Numbers

Canon: Miscellaneous Fiction
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Prompt: If love is anywhere / Mine still belongs with you...
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This is a sequel of sorts to “Bridge.”


How does one rekindle a faded love?

David had been buried in work and statistics so long, he and his wife had forgotten how to communicate. They just need to take that first step…

   

Flight of a Wild Mare

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Prompt: I am not a poet, living is the poem...
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I swear, I’ll write you some prose off this prompt. Just not this time.


You’re riding me hard, and I’m put away wet. / My soul like His cloak is a gamble, a bet.

   
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