Rachel's Floetry

  • Prompt: Lost

    A forest that only the lost can find. An enchanted woodland, warm and alive. Its comfort — a mother’s womb. Nature heals all lost souls’ wounds. A place where only the broken can thrive. Courtmacsherry woods, Cork, Ireland by Keith Kingston You can find this poem, and the rest for this contest on WattPad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/306715590-moon-gate

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  • Prompt: Mystic

    A selfish merchant loved his coin more than his selfless wife. His mistake was made plain. A restless year after she died. He climbed a thousand staircases to seek the old mystic. “Please,” the merchant begged. “Take my gold coin! My silks! My diamonds!” “I wish to see her at the expense of my luxuries.”…

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  • Prompt: Discombobulate

    Oh! My days! What was that blasted phrase! Oh, damnation! Dagnabbit incantation! Must’ve spilled a little grog on my magic tomes’ pages. Hell’s teeth! Curse my mispronounced sorcery. The result? An enchanted travesty. The hex, meant to plunder my rival of rest. Just a few days. Instead, a discombobulated rabbit, he became. A summons from…

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