Art prompt:
Finger painting!
Writing prompts:
You go down in a lift that doesn’t stop for hours. When it finally opens, what do you see?
Or:
Take three random nouns and write something including them.
Retractor.
His allegiance abandoned,
He gazed through his window
At the buildings
From his office perch.
Then leaving the firm
And his profession,
He walked past
Looks of condemnation,
Averted eyes,
And backs
As firmly shut as doors.
In the elevator
His only way was down.
Was it a bee in his bonnet?
Or more a matter
Of honor and pride?
He had played along
Longer than was wise,
Deaf to the buzzing
Of conscience,
Blind to the shadows cast
By doubts,
Until one day
His moral disability
Became a liability,
And he found his tongue.
Breaking muted silence,
He spoke of the evil
He’d seen and heard.
To many, truth is a relic
As antiquated as
A schoolchild’s
Fervent
Promise.
Yet as the lift,
Which one time bore him
Upwards
To fame
And fortune,
Fell,
His long
Descent from the infirm firm
Of lying,
Fatuous,
Corporate monkeys
Brought him ever nearer
To his honorable self
Whose feet were on the ground.
Written By Nick Pentzell (2021)
Artwork by A. R.
Artwork by Momma Kim
Artwork by N. D.
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