dailywritingprompt
Writing inspired by daily themes, crafted through Eleanor’s lens.
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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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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 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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Live at Five: Paper Clips Are Vanishing (and Apparently, So Am I)
Good evening, folks. I’m your host—reporting live to WordPress—bringing you the uninteresting news quietly shaping all of our lives. Tonight’s top story: paper clips. Yes, you heard me right. Those tiny silver heroes of organization are disappearing… one supply closet… Continue reading
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Romance, As I Know It
Romance, for me, is a living language.It’s not just affection—it’s literature.Spoken almost daily.Dramatic? Certainly. It’s love that arrives through inboxes, crosses time zones, drips across windshields, and flirts shamelessly from traffic lights. My romance is intentional—and that intentionality is understood.It’s choosing… Continue reading
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To Remember Is to Live Again
There are days when the past presses upon me not as sorrow, but as presence— as though memory itself is a second breath, quieter, but no less real. It is spoken in another language… “Recordar es volver a vivir.” To… Continue reading
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The Real Luxury? Time.
Ooooh, we’re playing “What’s your non-negotiable luxury?” Okay then—if we’re talking infamously irresistible indulgences, I’ve since left behind my childhood fountain drink days and entered velvet rope territory. For the record, I don’t crave silk robes. But if I were… Continue reading
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“If I Had To Change My Name”
Sometimes the name they can’t pronounce is the one you were born to carry in reverse. If I had to change my name, and I mean HAD to I would smile with practiced grace, Pour tea into porcelain, and give… Continue reading
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“Eat or Eat Not—There Is No Try”
Ébène Milk chocolate? Not in this dream. No need for two ounces of drama either. This is a chocolate bite with the presence of a diva—but the size of self-control.Individually wrapped in golden silk foil, because something this good deserves… Continue reading
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“Because some skills don’t get listed on a résumé”
What I’m Good At I’m good at forgetting people’s names.Not sure if that’s good or bad,but it’s something I’m good at—and honestly, you might just get a new name.Because who doesn’t enjoy a new name…and a good laugh? I’m… Continue reading
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