The Last Daily Prompt

bible-3370021_960_720Retrospective is the final prompt which apparently at one time was afterthought if you look at the link, but oh well. I am going to miss the Daily Prompt not only because sometimes I am at a loss for ideas on what to write about, but because I met so many cool people, found some cool blogs and gained a shit ton of followers. I noticed, too, that when I don’t link to an outside source my blog gets way fewer hits.

Most of the blogs I follow are in the reader, which I love. I can go to the reader and find my favorite followed blogs and also put in certain words for new blogs to follow. For example, if I type in the word retrospective, I might find some great blogs I normally would never find. Or maybe I type the word river, or just click on any one of the different keywords in my follower to see who has what to write today. Some of my keywords are related to mental health because I love to read about people overcoming obstacles.

So, this is our last shot at going to one page to find our friends or blogs we love to see in that gaggle of squares on The Daily Post page. I will keep looking for a similar format to join without having to join anything… that was kind of the beauty of this. There was no pressure… no email, or reminder. If I wanted to go to the page and write about the prompt, I could. I didn’t have to do anything. All I needed was a WordPress blog and to link back to the page.

Let’s not be strangers… get on WordPress, go to that followed blogs page and see all the wonder bestowed upon you. Click on some random keywords and find something worth reading… maybe you’ll find a new daily prompt. I know I’ll be looking.

Thanks for checking out my words… Blessed Be. ❤

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The Broken Road (Flash Fiction)


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Centralia, PA – ©2018 DAMGarrity 

There was this road; this cracked, steamy, dilapidated road I heard about in a bar twenty miles outside of the small town of Centralia, PA.  The gentleman (I use that term loosely) who spoke of the road was so inebriated, I could scarcely tell if it was a whacked out story handed down through generations or if there was truth to the tale.

But I had to know.  That was my nature.  I had to get to the bottom of everything.  So, like a snake slithering back into the trees, I slipped out of the bar and headed for Centralia. I drove around that bright, sunny Sunday afternoon and finally saw the sign:

CENTRALIA – 2 MILES

Yes!  I overheard the road was closed.  And why wouldn’t it be?  Apparently, it was in no condition to handle any kind of traffic.  There were cracks and graffiti; steam and overgrown weeds. I came around a bend and I saw the cemetery on Highway 61 that was mentioned. It was old Highway 61 I was searching for and it shot right off of new Highway 61.

I made it!  I could go back to the city and tell everyone about the broken road I had stumbled upon.  Well, I could have. I failed to heed any advice in the tale. Like a fool, I traveled the road by auto instead of by foot.

There was a large crack in the road, I hadn’t noticed it really if you could believe that.  I was too busy gazing at all the profane graffiti on the sun-baked asphalt while catching glimpses of steam shooting out from cracks far down the broken road.

I navigated a large crater, and without a rumble, the ground opened wide and swallowed me whole.  It was almost as if the broken road had been waiting to feast on something to quell its burning innards.

I always did have terrible timing.

*Originally published in 2012

**Centralia, PA is a real place with a real broken road. Please visit this link for more information:  http://www.centraliapa.org/history-centralia-pa-before-1962/

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Awkward Moments

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A life riddled

With awkward moments

Passionate

Extreme

So many tales

Tears and laughter

Grief and satisfaction

Photogenic reminiscences of a life endured

Of love suffered

Moments of agony wrapped in splendor

Only awkward felt reasonable

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Premature Love

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Oh how I wanted to love you

Long and lonely like a lost sunbeam

You floated by

Like a wish in the sky

I was blatant and early

You were shameful and  hollow

There were too many shadows

Not enough heart

So we picked up our scabs

Jogged back to start

Our premature nature

Soaked in a private endeavor

Now we’ve bled apart

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Bitter Cold (Infected) – from Poetry Through Heartbreak

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Frigid hearts and frozen tongues

The metamorphosis of time echoes

Like a dark and twisted sunrise

It lingers

Inside the dreams of the broken

I went to the crick today

And stared across the edge

I thought of you

And how I felt

My sigh so despondent

The trees stopped dancing

And then the nothing

it stood and stared back

Right into my core

Like a sketchy sigh

©2018 DAMGarrity

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Infect