Weekly Challenges
Out
Deadline
Find inspiration in this theme for your next piece, written in any form: Time is running out. [Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash]
Weekly Challenges
Deadline
Find inspiration in this theme for your next piece, written in any form: Time is running out. [Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash]
Time is running out.
What chases me is catching up.
I cannot escape.
I scream for help, but none arrives.
I am alone.
I am afraid.
I am out of time.
A clock ticks in my head.
Breaking news appears on the tv saying there is a new epidemic and so everyone starts racing to the stores to get supplies like food,toilet paper, paper towels and other things when all of a sudden all the lights go out in the store, everyone star
The caterpillar walked to the edge of the leaf
Fall was coming, the skies were turning grey
He was scared of the change, Didn’t know if it would be brief
The clock was frozen in amber, but now frost creeps up to crack the warm glow. The minute hand trembles, then moves in wistful whirls. The Christmas tree slumps, its shiny tears clinking against the wooden floor.
Two years ago,
Change
Was the worst
Imaginable
Thing.
Thinking about how
Everything was finite
All of it,
As much as I don’t want it to be true, it is.
Time is running out. Soon we will all be one of the Fallen.
There’s nothing we can do to stop it. Its arrival feels rushed, but at the same time—too far away.
Time is running out
For you and me
I hope you realized
My heart is moving on
While still you pace
Back and forth
Across your mind
I knew from the moment I saw
You in my life
Fourteen miles to 432 Carolina Street, that was the only thing standing between Joseph Palmer and free pizza. It was also the only thing standing between me and a stern talking to by my boss.
In the small town of Bristol, where the sun dipped behind the rolling hills in hues of amber and gold, there lived a man named Chip McAllister. Known by his students and the community as "Mr.
You're there, so close
I'm reaching
You're in my grasp
You're slipping
I'm holding tight
Not tight enough
Land far below
Too far
You're falling
The saying 'you don't know what you have until it's gone,'
is a truth that feels like a weighted curse, one you'll never be rid of.
Seasons change quicker than we realize, as winter holds fall close,