Danielle Dayney

Tag: amwriting

  • Video Games – Parents’ Little Helpers – Round 2 of the Yeah Write Super Challenge

    Video Games – Parents’ Little Helpers – Round 2 of the Yeah Write Super Challenge

    Below is my entry for the second round of the Yeah Write Super Challenge.  In the essay, I had to write a persuasive essay answering the question, “Do you find value in playing video games?” I made it to round three – hooray!  And in case you wanted to read it, here is my round one essay.…

  • Shelter

    Shelter

    “We will be safe here,” I said to the twins as I opened our cabin door, nestled deep in the woods.  The cabin was my grandfather’s fishing cabin, a place I visited often as a child.  I hadn’t spent much time here with the kids, but had been going frequently without them to prepare us. …

  • Silence.

    Silence.

    Ink is silent, without wording. Thoughts on tongues which cannot wag. Gears are stuck, no longer turning. Flowing words have caught a snag. Eyes are glazed, and minds are searching. Visions have been choked and gagged.   Photo courtesy of Florian Klaur

  • My Mother, The Hairdresser

    My Mother, The Hairdresser

    When I was young, my mom worked at the K-mart salon, making a living giving perms to the elderly while they were shopping.  I would go to work with her, watching her flawless beauty as she mingled with clients.  She was elegant then, with long hair that reached the bottom of her shoulder blades in…

  • Morning Flight

    Morning Flight

    Photo courtesy of Llywelyn Nys The rising sun had yet to meet the sky, and hues of pink changed the clouds to delicious cotton candy.  She shut the door quietly, trying not to wake her father, then flipped yesterday’s braids behind her, and tiptoed quickly off the deck. Wet grass slipped between her bare toes as…

  • Nature’s Dance

    Nature’s Dance

    Photo courtesy of Ryan Moreno Nature dances its ballet. Rolling mountains touch the sky, In this place, my getaway.   Blades of green grass gently sway. Pollen twirls from low to high. Nature dances its ballet.   In the creek, the water plays. Crickets sing a lullaby In this place, my getaway.   Lightning bugs…