A mixed collection of prose and poetry written in 2026. |
| These tectonic plates have been together for three billion years, married to a fault. Small grievances accumulate in the sediment— the way she always pushes, how he never gives an inch. The pressure builds. Occasional foreplay alleviates the tension, but does little to resolve the underlying friction. The stresses of two great, unyielding forces passions inflamed and bubbling over. The neighbors feign haughty obliviousness, despite knowing it's a matter of when rather than if their neighborhood once again becomes ground zero for a ground-shaking, window-rattling escapade Tomorrow there will be apologies to California, and flowers sent to the Pacific coastline. But right now, all that matters in this moment is the exquisite agony of the build-up to the climax. And when it eventually comes, even the earthquake will be surprised by the force of its own release. Line Count: 22 lines Form: Free Verse Prompt: The thing an earthquake thinks about before it happens. Written for: "PromptMaster !" |