Sandy's Scribbles, Poetry and Prose

  I enjoy writing poems. To add to the fun, I find writing tips, exercises and writing prompts. Here are 3 exercises of writing prompts and my recent poems.  Do you have any writing tips, writing prompts, writing exercises that help you? Please share in the comments, I would love to hear from you. PROMPTS: silence, name, remember, animal, motion, voice Remember the silence of a sly fox Slowly pouncing in motion My voice does not echo this animal’s name   PROMPTS: canal, ladder, crack, love, drum, book as you climb the ladder or sail through the canal of love hear the sound of a drum or the crack as you open the book   PROMPTS: body, dancing, cupboard, alphabet, wreckage, say Your body is moving To dancing motions But when you open the cupboard The wreckage of odds and ends Flow to the floor As if to say we have jumbled the alphabet

    I remember when postage stamps were only 5 cents. On July 13, 2025 the cost of stamps went from 75 cents to 78 cents… wow 75 cents since I was a kid. I knew the cost of stamps at such a young age because I was always at the post office buying them. I had several pen pals from all over the world, England, Japan, Canada, Ireland and more. I always wanted to travel and meet new people. Having pen pals was the next best thing.   I corresponded with some pen pals all the time, while others just occasionally or just for a few months. I did have one pen pal who lived in Hamworthy, Poole, Dorset England. Her name was Leslie and we started writing to each other when I was 12 or 13 years old.   I enjoyed receiving Leslie’s letters and learning about her, her family and her country. We would write about our interests, our hobbies, or favorite songs, etc. Leslie was such a good letter writer and I was always looked forward to checking the mailbox and hoping there was...

  A breath Slow and even and then faster and faster   joy bringing out from within Simple and sweet and becoming a strong emotion Snowballing but yet warmth Shining on my face and yet not sure if I should Feel this way Is it wrong, is this new, will it continue? Yes, it needs to continue and to soar above any other feelings Never a stranger and never an enemy Hopefulness of returning Sadness of it not Cherishing the sensations Temptations and sharing Purpose and remembering Where will this lead to or who will this lead to In the end, must it come to an end

The Parade   Hurry! You Know we are going to miss the parade. Laura always over exaggerated and was a bit nervous and anxiety driven. She did not want to miss out on anything. Always afraid the if she closed her eyes for one minute, she would miss something important or something important would miss her. Her sister Veronica, also known as Roni to friends, had the total opposite personality, she was “cool as a cucumber” as the saying goes. “What is the rush” Roni said, “Tommy is going to save us spot. It is a least 30 minutes before it starts and it only takes us 10 minutes to walk there.” “You just don’t care,” Laura said with a pout on her lips. “I do care,” Roni retorted back “Wellllllllll, then let’s go” So, off the two girls went chatting all the way and just when they reached Main St. and started to turn left to where the allocated seats were. In turning, they were almost run over by the parade goers. “What is going on?” Laura and Roni spouted out in unison ...

  Another writing assignment from my writing class   Character Sketch and development    Although Emma looked graceful in her flirty floral surplice dress that flounced below the waist, everyone could hear her coming down the hall. She walked fast and she walked loud. Thump, clump, thump, was the sound she made promenading from her desk to the copy machine. “Here comes Emma” was on the minds of her co-workers. Co-workers were then greeted by Emma with a cheerful grin and a bubbly “good morning, how was your weekend?” as she passed by.      Emma had only worked in her new role as assistant to the Community Outreach Director for 3 months, but she was the best candidate of the twenty-four that had applied. She was thrilled when she was offered the position and hoping this was the beginning of a new career.   It did not take long to before Emma was part of the work family, she fit in so easily and they felt as if she was their daughter. ...

  Sarah crouched behind the Queen Anne chair in her grandmother’s parlor. Eyes closed tightly; she held her breath. Tears left dirty tracks as they slid down her face. Don’t cry, she whispered to herself. It will only make it worse. M aybe I can just hide here until everyone leaves . She repeated in her mind over and over. Her dress was both tattered and dirty, hanging limply from her body like an old rag. Mama was reluctant to purchase the dress, with Sarah being a tomboy. She also knew mama could never say “no” to those big blue eyes. I shouldn’t have begged mama to buy the periwinkle blue cotton dress. She thought. But it was so pretty, and I look so pretty wearing it…I also love the word periwinkle... It is fun to say it. As she was adjusting the grey sash that was tied into a bow around her waist, she gasped Look at this...it was once white and lovely. Now look at it! Should have listened to mama? Mama said to change clothes before playing by the riverbank...

      Harley Wilkens had never owned a pig before. In fact, he never owned any pet. This was a continuous argument with his mother. He was just a high school teen who was getting ready for college, and he wanted to become a veterinarian. If he had a pig, he could study its behaviors, learn about the body parts and what noises it makes when hungry, mad or curious.                Tommy Flanders was Harley’s best friend since first grade. They did everything together. Tommy was trying to decide what to do with his pig – Bessie, while he was off at college. Harley thought and thought of how to help his friend out.                “I know” Harley stated, with a big grin on his face, “I will take the pig off your hands”                “You are crazy” Tommy said, trying not...

  He turned around just in time to see her walk out the door. Their spat had been little, not like most spats. However, he thought this one may be the end of their relationship. So many times, they would break up, only to get back together again. Oh, but wasn’t the making up great. Didn’t it feel like they had just met for the first time. What was it that made this time different? Was it the look on her face? Or the last words that came out of his mouth or hers? No, it was something else, something so strong, something that felt so lifeless. He pondered on what to do next. His mind wandered to all the memories they shared both good and bad. Like the time the drove from Napa Valley to southern California down Highway 1. The smell of the fresh air, listen to the ocean waves against the rocks, the coolness of the breeze. Such sweet memories. “Slow down” she would say, “Slow down you are scaring me”. This did not stop him for he was an adventurous sort of man. He loved having his...