Clueless we soar lighting up the virgin corners of the dark Scoring our names into the sky We rock the earth with our moans and hiss bachelor delights of childhood, untethered Fizzing history through a single night of wild misbehaviour we are eels, we are glorious we are coming for your feet and we are… Continue reading Fireworks by Darcy Isla
'Lie' [Definition: an intentionally false statement.] Every week, Forever Endeavour is here to give you a word, picture or song lyric to ignite your imagination and get you writing your next piece. Whether it propels you back to a vivid memory or sparks a whole new narrative or idea, challenge yourself and see where… Continue reading Weekly Writing Prompt #54
run through the fields that kept your nostalgia quiet, grasp in handfuls the flowers you’ll never have at your wedding; blue delphinium and allium, the colours of your honesty, trodden and blue. let the wind whip at your face and pretend you are at the sea side, take two-parts switchblade tide to one-part rough grain… Continue reading Creepers pt. 5 by Natalie Caulwell
"Let me photograph you in this light In case it is the last time" - When We Were Young, Adele Every week, Forever Endeavour is here to give you a word, picture or song lyric to ignite your imagination and get you writing your next piece. Whether it propels you back to a vivid… Continue reading Weekly Writing Prompt #53
She has left you again, and like a television left on standby, I am ready to be turned on, I am ready to turn you on. You shift your body weight against me. The lights turn off and everything is dark, save for your skin, translucent quartz. The horror film makes your femur quiver. I… Continue reading when you pretend your feelings don’t matter, you erase yourself. by Oscar Stirling Payne
[Image description: Various adults can be seen raising their arms, some their wine half-filled glasses up in the air. You can see a woman who is dressed in black and smiles with an open mouth, as though she is cheering, as she lefts her glass. There are bottles of champagne out of focus on a… Continue reading Weekly Writing Prompt #52
Women who are others because there isn’t another Women who are others meet at street corners on gazpacho soup nights and think of their own bed made up like undisturbed snow Women who are others read breakfast pastries on the tube home, thinking about how they’d rearrange themselves if they were a cherry filled doughnut… Continue reading The others by Sophia Georghiou
“Hey, Ceri—” “What’s wrong? You sound sad,” she immediately blurted down the phone. “I was just wondering if I could come over for a little while; a week?” “Why? What’s happened?” “I think Yuni and I need some time apart,” Aaron admitted in a downcast tone. For the past three months, Yuni had been taking… Continue reading Biggest Fan, pt. 9 by Heather Taylor
'Rant' [Definition: speak or shout at length in an angry, impassioned way.] Every week, Forever Endeavour is here to give you a word, picture or song lyric to ignite your imagination and get you writing your next piece. Whether it propels you back to a vivid memory or sparks a whole new narrative or… Continue reading Weekly Writing Prompt #51
We amputate our pleasure when it becomes rotten with pain Put new harnesses in rotation to hang prettily with our new selves carded like new linen mutual in blank modernity slippery, we lack salt though we have excavated deeply hoping to adopt an overdue retirement of sentiment Darcy Isla (she/they) is a queer writer-performer based… Continue reading Late to the party by Darcy Isla
