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How do you keep going after the one person you always believed you were meant to be with forever gives their heart to someone else? –Redemption by LA Kuehlke

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a bad break up you went through and how you felt at that time.

Art Prompt: Lost love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a dramatic story about lost love.

Photo Credit: Dennis Skley on Flickr


In February 1825, [Samuel] Morse was in Washington, D.C. He was an itinerant painter, a good one, but he wasn’t making a solid living with his art. At age 34, he was older than his heroes had been when they created their masterpieces. Morse had traveled to Washington to pursue what could’ve been his big break: The city of New York promised him a $1,000 commission to paint Marquis de Lafayette, who was returning as a hero to the country he helped make free.

“We must begin to feel proud of your acquaintance,” Morse’s wife, Lucretia, wrote to him from their home in New Haven, Connecticut, a four-day trip away. She was expecting their third child. “I think now that we can indulge a rational hope that the time is not very far distant when you can be happy in the bosom of your much loved family,” she wrote.

And Morse indulged that hope. As he worked in Washington, he wrote to Lucretia, “I long to hear from you.”
But he wouldn’t hear from her. Lucretia, at the time Morse wrote to her, was dead. –The Heartbreak That May Have Inspired the Telegraph by Gabe Bullard

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about an invention inspired by a strong emotion.

Journaling Prompt: What would you invent in order to feel closer to someone you love?

Art Prompt: Telegraph

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story about Samuel Morse.


…I remember when it started. –The End of Love by Marcos Giralt Torrente

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your first love.

Art Prompt: When it started

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching story about your first love.

Photo Credit: Michelle Robinson on Flickr


Don’t be upset. Don’t listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can’t say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely. –Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of an irrational love.

Journaling Prompt: Write about someone you loved so deeply that it was irrational.

Art Prompt: Jealous love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a dramatic or humorous story about an irrational love you’ve experienced.

Photo Credit: movie screenshot on Wikimedia

The colour of bokeh

A glimmer of true love was an astonishing thing, and if an ounce of it was stolen, the emptiness it left behind, that time of loneliness, that time of despair, could never be relived, never be refilled. It remained forever empty, a hole in the soul. –Chasing Amanda by Melissa Foster

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about the loss of true love.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a time when your heart was broken.

Art Prompt: Broken heart

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a touching story about a time when your heart was broken.

Photo Credit: Alessandra Inzerillo on Flickr


I want to say that it was love at first sight, but the truth of the matter is, most of what connected she and I was just chemistry and great timing. She was beautiful and she liked me as much as I liked her. We were an amazing couple and everyone loved us together. There was passion and excitement and laughter – I immediately made her the center of my universe. I was in love with her and in love with life.

And then she dumped me. -Howard Samuels, PsyD

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about love at first sight gone wrong.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe about love at first sight? 

Art Prompt: Love at first Sight

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching love story with a twist at the end.

Photo Credit: ~BostonBill~ on Flickr

? Paradis perdu ? Paradise lost ?

They said the tree of love bloomed in a valley, its roots thrusting deep into the fertile earth, its trunk twenty arm-length’s thick and steady, a shudder of gold-tipped leaves making up its crown. From the limbs red fruits drooped, as large the head of a child. Any lovers that committed to each other in the shimmer of the tree’s leaves were blessed. -Syrek and the Curious Blessing by Sylvia Hiven

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe blesses a relationship? 

Art Prompt: Tree of Love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the key factors in having a blessed relationship.

Photo Credit: nicolas_gent on Flickr

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Âsik Veysel’s young wife decided to abandon him for his brother’s servant. (What young girl would wish to marry an aging blind man in lean, 1930s Anatolia?) The signal came one night. She left the old bard snoring in bed. Tiptoeing barefoot outside the door, she quietly slipped on her shoes and ran off, hand-in-hand through the dark with her beloved. But something inside her shoe hurt her foot. Some stone. Some clod of earth. She could not stop. She feared being found out. She feared scandal. Only far outside the village did she feel safe enough: She reached inside the shoe and found what was pinching her toes—a wad of money. Âsik Veysel had known of her plans to abandon him. And he wished to thank her for all the years that she had helped him survive. –Paul Salopek

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story where your protagonist is the recipient of an extraordinary act of kindness.

Journaling Prompt: What is the most unexpected act of kindness you’ve ever been shown?

Art Prompt: Sneaking out

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Inspire your audience to commit to performing random acts of kindness.

Photo Credit: ninarojkovskaia on Flickr

… we may be on the cusp of drugs that could change people’s brain chemistry enough to help them get away from abusive relationships. In fact, the main therapeutic use for anti-love drugs would be making it easier for people to distance themselves from abusive partners whom they love despite all their problems. –Annalee Newitz

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about an anti-love drug and the unanticipated consequences.

Journaling Prompt: If you could invite a drug, what would it do and how would it change the world?

Art Prompt: The Anti-Love Drug

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the phenomenon of trauma bonding and how it traps people in abusive relationships.

Photo Credit: anemptygun on Flickr

Love Struck

Infatuation. It was common, among the nurses and the doctors, the nurses and the patients, among any gathering of people thrown for long periods into one another’s company. Some acted on it, and brief, intense affairs were frequent. If they were lucky, the affair flamed out within a few months and nothing resulted from it. If they were not…well. Pregnancy, divorce, here and there the odd case of venereal disease. Dangerous thing, infatuation. I had felt it, several times, but had had the good sense not to act on it. And as it always does, after a time the attraction had lessened, and the man lost his golden aura and resumed his usual place in my life, with no harm done to him, to me, or to Frank. And now. Now I had been forced to act on it. And God only knew what harm might be done by that action. But there was no turning back from this point. –Outlander by Diana Gabaldon

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a scene where your protagonist is infatuated with someone or something. Focus on the internal monologue.

Journaling Prompt: Write about an infatuation you’ve had.

Art Prompt: Infatuation

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a humorous story about a youthful infatuation.

Photo Credit: Gideon Wright on Flickr