I Do Not Fear…

Prompt- Write a poem that starts with “I do
not fear”
I do not fear your pain, wrenched from experiences
I do not fear your anger, righteous indignation
I do not fear your laughter, reflected tomfoolery
I do not fear your intellect, mused facts
I do not fear your attraction, biological response
I do not fear your dreams, goals awaiting acceptance
I do not fear your tears, humanity’s glue
I fear your assumptions, walls to empathy
I fear your pride, fists balled to face
I fear your greed, war begetting ownership
I fear your hatred, blind bloody binges
I fear your addiction, puppet strings
I fear your nightmares, prophesied vengeance
I fear your rejection, abandonment at the precipice

 

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Happy Lunar New Year!

Shu Rui’s house is not far. There are no sidewalks, but the streets are wide. They’re filled with people because everyone comes home for the fifteen-day celebration of Chinese New Year. It’s The Year of the Tiger, 1998.

I was born in 1989, The Year of the Snake. Everyone says that’s why I talk so much. Grandma always tells me,

Child, you were born under a sign of wisdom. Remember, wisdom is attained by three methods: first, by reflection, which is noblest; second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third, by experience, which is the bitterest.


Learn more about Chinese New Year in The Baiji!


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The Spring Festival / Lunar New Year

“What’s your favorite animal?” I ask her.

“I don’t know . . . a cat?” She shrugs.

“How can you not know which animal is your favorite? Mine is the baiji.”

“The river dolphin? But the baiji are all gone!” Shu Rui says.

“Maybe, but my grandma says the baiji is the Goddess of the Yangtze. She says the baiji will come to visit at special times, like the Spring Festival. Seeing a baiji brings good fortune.”

“Our teacher said the baiji is indignant.”

“Not indignant, silly, endangered.”

February 5, 2019 is the first day of the Lunar New Year (Spring Festival Day). Learn about this celebration and the Chinese River Dolphin in this short story for middle-grade readers, The Baiji.

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Live On A Pig Farm

She felt quite strongly about him already. Is this love? Is this
what it feels like? Wonderful, light, as if she were floating on
air. Just the thought of his pretty eyes made her stomach flutter.
If he asked her to, she would live on a pig farm.

The Good Shepherd, D. Marie Prokop


 

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Hustle and Bustle

Again, Clementine was thankful they lived in Boston. She
loved the sea air, the changing leaves on the trees lining the
streets, the hustle and bustle. She imagined she would grow quite
bored caring for sheep or tending to a field. Nothing could
change her mind.

-The Good Shepherd, D. Marie Prokop


 

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Poor Gunshot

The animal bleated. Leona chuckled and guided Gunshot
back to the fold.
“Ah, miss! Thank you! You’d make a good shepherd, you
know.”
Leona returned Farmer Thompson’s compliment with a
melancholy smile. Poor Gunshot. Saved for the slaughter.

The Good Shepherd, D. Marie Prokop


 

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Alone Again

Leona felt a wave of sadness. She had found her family. But
it was a family that only partially wanted her. Aunt Franny doted
on her, but Uncle Ezra would be relieved she was leaving.
Clementine usually acted loving toward her, but Leona feared
the girl’s fickleness. What would happen if she fell out of
Clementine’s favor?
It didn’t matter. Soon, Leona would be alone again.

-The Good Shepherd, D. Marie Prokop


 

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Too Late

Fighting Werewolves was instinctual for Wardens. Yet, she’d
failed Justine, arriving too late to battle Luke. The guilt of this
pressured Leona to stop trying. What if I fail again?

-The Good Shepherd, D. Marie Prokop


 

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I Do Not Fear…

Prompt- Write a poem that starts with “I do
not fear”
I do not fear your pain, wrenched from experiences
I do not fear your anger, righteous indignation
I do not fear your laughter, reflected tomfoolery
I do not fear your intellect, mused facts
I do not fear your attraction, biological response
I do not fear your dreams, goals awaiting acceptance
I do not fear your tears, humanity’s glue
I fear your assumptions, walls to empathy
I fear your pride, fists balled to face
I fear your greed, war begetting ownership
I fear your hatred, blind bloody binges
I fear your addiction, puppet strings
I fear your nightmares, prophesied vengeance
I fear your rejection, abandonment at the precipice

Not afraid of werewolves? Check out my new novel, The Good Shepherd: Volume One of the Werewolf Warden Series!


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