dailyprompt
Posts inspired by WordPress’s daily prompt—a fresh take written in Eleanor Grace’s voice, with grit, grace, and a wink.
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Leisure, Taken Apart
Leisure has changed for me. It’s not what it once was. In leisure, I do not sit still.I float beside my thoughts. A violin, a gentle piano, hums somewhere—even if no one is playing it. Art leans in through my… Continue reading
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To Complain or Not to Complain
I complain about nothing small.Small things do not trouble me.I complain about nothing politely. I complain—though perhaps that is not the word. Once, it simply meant saying:this hurts,this isn’t right,truth refusing to stay quiet. Somewhere along the way, it soured—recast… Continue reading
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What a Name Learns
My first name was a beginning stroke.Given before courage.Before the world made its demands.In time, my name learned me. It doesn’t waste syllables.It’s short. Memorable. A little defiant.It does not ask permission to enter a room. It sits cross-legged and… Continue reading
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If I Could Un-Invent Something
It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading
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Jumping Into the Past: Jeans and Me
Wow, this is such a cool way to reminisce. It’s funny how certain things from our past stick with us. For a minute, I thought there was nothing. I wasn’t attached to dolls or toys, so I assumed this prompt… Continue reading
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Sole Mates — The Second Sock Store
The Problem Every home has a drawer full of lonely socks.Every dryer has never been held accountable.No one is taking responsibility. Until now. Sole Mates Sole Mates is a retail store dedicated exclusively to single socks—specifically the abandoned, widowed, mysteriously… Continue reading
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I Don’t Have a Sentence for Your Wall — I Have a Portrait
Someone said,“A mission should be big.”So I tried to stand taller, I lengthen my neck.I soften my eyes.I tilt my head just enoughthat my soul has room to breathe.But still I tripped over the question. I have never trusted questions… Continue reading
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Remembering Is to Live Again
What has been lived does not dissolve;it persists, asking to be remembered,tugging at my sleeve with borrowed sighs. Time, I have learned, does not proceed cleanly forward.It folds.It sneaks in. Some people want to outrun time.I sit with it.I ask… Continue reading
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The Place That Shows Up With Me
My perfect space isn’t something I build.It doesn’t have walls or windows or a door I need to close behind me. I can’t imagine waiting on a room or a piece of furniture in order to write, as if words,… Continue reading
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The One Who Sleeps Through The Waves
There are storms that roar in which I have no control, storms that roar like they have permission. Winds that arrive without warning, and my spirit asks quietly, “Lord… am I still safe?” But lately, I’ve been learning something in… Continue reading
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