Writing Prompt Wednesday #9
1.The Untouchable: Something that will always be out of reach https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/
A pretty simple prompt for today because I was bored so the classic Unrequited Love! Enjoy you guys! (I realized that this is pretty similar to #6 but uh we're just gonna pretend it's not...)
Our eyes meet across the room
He gives me a small grin
And my heart breaks a bit
That's just how it's been.
I tell myself not to hope
to not let myself dream
No matter how good it may be,
it's all one terrible scheme.
But when I see him
I want to stay there forever
And I know it could never be true
And even now, I hate that word never
I've tried lying to myself before
I tried saying everything was okay
I'm trying to lie to myself now
But I think of him everyday
I'll never have him
He'll always be out of reach
I'll try to live everyday without him
But dream of him in each.
Writing Prompt Wednesday #8
Using only dialogue, write a short story about a first date, a reunion between old friends, an argument that gets heated, an adult explaining something to a child, or the reveal of a long-hidden secret. https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/general/using-only-di-810e173a-699e-40f1-95c6-4960eb7c2674 I wanted to improve on my dialogue a bit so I found this prompt (I didn’t want to use any dialogue tags or anything, just plain dialogue)
“Oh please, Hannah, you’ve done this before. Don’t expect me to think it wasn’t you.”
“It wasn’t! I’d never betray you like that.”
“I was younger then.”
“But no less stupid. You know how much I like Justin! Why couldn’t you just stay quiet?”
“I didn’t tell him!”
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying!!”
“Marie, I’d never betray you like that. It’s really unfair that you think I’d do that to you.”
“How could I not?”
“You could trust that your best friend has your back and would never do anything to hurt you!”
“Oh please. Don’t start with that again.”
“What do you mean?”
“Every time that you mess up it’s the same excuse. ‘I’m your best friend!’ ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you!’ It’s bullshit. If you were actually my best friend you wouldn’t mess up at all.”
“Oh so I have to be perfect to be your friend, then?”
“I’m not saying that. I just wish....”
“That you had better friends?”
“That you’d think about what you’re doing before you do it.”
“That’s why I didn’t tell Justin.”
“Then who did? I told three people about this-you, my mom, and my brother. Who would’ve told him?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how it got out. I don’t know how he knows. I did not tell him.”’
“Then who did you tell? You had to have told someone!”
“I told Brian...but we were alone! No one heard us!”
“You told...Justin’s best friend...that I like Justin...BECAUSE YOU WANTED STUPID BRIAN GOODWIN TO NOTICE YOU?!”
“It wasn’t like that…”
“Sure it was!”
“I told him not to tell Justin!”
“And I told you not to tell anyone. If you don’t want to respect me, then I don’t think we can be friends anymore.”
“So that’s how you’re ending ten years of friendship? In a stupid kindergarten fight because your crush-who likes you back-now knows that you like him?”
“That’s not why I’m ending it! I’m ending it because for ten years I’ve had my advice ignored by the one person that I trust most in the world and..that just can’t continue. So, goodbye, Hannah. Have a nice life.”
Writing Prompt Wednesday #7
Write a chase scene involving means of conveyance other than automobiles.
Okay, I saw this prompt and I’m like, “oh this could be a cool way to practice an action scene” and then I had a better idea...I don’t love most stories I write as much as I do this one, but this is what makes me an artist. XD This story is a lot better when read aloud in a dramatic tone of voice. Anyways, enjoy!
Larry pedaled down the street, his thighs aching horribly, willing the tricycle to move quicker than it was. The team of police chased him on their array of skateboards, scooters, and a shopping cart. *record scratch* Now, you may be wondering how Larry got into this scenario. Well, we’ll start at the beginning.
You see, Larry just wanted to spend a normal day at the toy store, buying some Christmas gifts for his son-Jimmy (this family had rather unfortunate names, I know). Well, Larry saw the Super-Ultra-Awesome-Amazing Action Figure Supreme that Jimmy wanted more than anything, so he started heading towards it. This action figure was over $200-that was just how Super-Ultra-Awesome-Amazing-Supreme it was. Now, normally, Larry wouldn’t have a problem with affording such an item-he made quite the salary as a garbage disposal unit installer-but he’d forgotten his debit card at home. So, instead, Larry decided to just take the item and pay the store back later (Larry was a bit messed up in the head). And, so, he did just that. Until, that is, he heard someone yell, “You there! Stop!”
Larry knew they were talking about him and his rotund body filled with fear. He started running out of the store, grabbed a tricycle (he’d walked there), and started down the street. Soon, the two police turned into four which turned into six which turned into eight. And then, here Larry was, pedaling down the wobbly street, wondering why none of the police had cars either.
They tell me,
"Follow your dreams.
I didn't have a chance.
I remember when I had a dream.
Now it's gone without a glance."
I know I'll be something
I have to be a change.
But the number of dreams that are left behind
is truly strange.
What's the point of growing up
if you give up what you love?
What's the point of living
without what you dream of?
I understand that you're all busy.
You have your own lives to attend.
But if you have some time, please listen.
And don't let your dreams end.
Just take a few minutes each day
to embrace what it is you need.
I swear, it won't cost too much
and it won't be seen as greed.
If you love the sound of music
and to sing is what you long,
then grab a microphone
and give the world your song.
If you need to spin and dance,
then go follow your heart.
And if you love the colors of the rainbow,
go make your art.
Reading, filming, writing, playing,
acting, drawing, singing, gleaming,
sewing, dancing, traveling, watching,
cooking, making, teaching, dreaming.
Ashera: Chapter 8
A story by Writerial.
When Ashera awoke the next morning, Fox was already sitting upright in bed. She gave her a small smile, which Ashera returned. "Have you gotten a morning meal yet?" Ashera asked.
Fox shook her head. "I don't want to disturb Wizzbee."
"Well, we need to eat," Ashera said, standing up. She started walking out of the secluded room where they were staying and almost tripped on Ryan's sleeping form. She grinned as she saw him. His mouth was wide open and his hair was jutting out in every direction-not that it was an irregular thing.
She continued into the study. Wizzbee was at work, sitting at his desk, scribbling something with a quill. "Good morning, sir."
Wizzbee dropped the quill and spun around, clutching his chest and panting. "Oh, it's you," he said, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, sir."
"Aw, it's no worries," Wizzbee said, though he was still trying to catch his breath. "You're probably ready for breakfast, aren't you?"
"Breakfast?" Ashera asked.
"Yes," Wizzbee said, not understanding Ashera's confusion. "You know, food."
"Oh, we call it morning meal," Ashera said.
"Well, let me prepare a morning meal for you, then," Wizzbee said, walking to another room. He pulled out a few containers and started mixing something. "I'll leave a couple of extra bowls here so your friends can get them when they awake."
At that moment, Fox slunk into the room. "Good morning, Whizzbee sir," she said, startling him again.
"Both of you! Did the elves never teach you to announce your presence?" he asked, irritated. He handed each of the women a bowl of what looked like a weird mud. "It doesn't look great, but it's good," he said when Ashera wrinkled her nose.
Fox and Ashera glanced at each other and-at the same time-lifted the bowls to their lips and drank the mushy liquid. The texture wasn't amazing, but Wizzbee was right, it didn't taste too bad. "Thank you very much," Fox said. "It tastes delicious."
"I'd hope so," Wizzbee said. "Now, what do you need my assistance with?"
Writing Prompt Wednesday #6
2. The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back? https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
Hey guys. Sorry this poem is kinda short, but I don't really know what else to add to it. Enjoy it anyways! :)
I glance his direction
I’m met with a blank stare
And I’m empty
I want his attention
I want him to care
But he’s empty
And I wish I could have him
But I know it’s not meant to be
I know who he loves
And so I know
It’s not me
But I want it to be
Ashera: Chapter 7
A story by Writerial.
NOTE: Hey guys sorry this chapter took a little while, I was kinda burnt out from writing for a bit. I'm sorry to say that for the next couple of weeks stories may not be as frequent as ever, as I'll be busy on the weekends. You'll still get Writing Prompt Wednesdays, but I don't know how much more than that so sorry. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Chapter 7!
Ashera rose at sunrise the next morning. She stretched and grabbed her sword, unsure why she was feeling uneasy, until she realized that it was the first night that she’d ever been away from camp since she was brought in. She frowned, realizing just how far she was from the people who had raised her. She steeled herself, trying to shake it off. A voice from behind her said, “Morning. You’re up early, aren’t you?”
”It's an elf thing," Ashera told Ryan, who was sitting against a tree. "I'll bet Fox is already out hunting."
Ryan laughed. "Us humans have a thing, too. It's called rest."
Ashera smiled and rolled her eyes. "You'll get plenty of rest once we're at your uncle's," she said, helping him up. "For now, help me take down camp."
Together, they set to work-breaking down shelters and scattering the wood. Ashera didn't think that they were being followed, but, as Ryan said, "It's better safe than sorry."
When they were finally done taking the camp down, a dark-haired elf walked through the bushes. "Look who decided to show up," Ashera said. "Where have you been?"
"Hunting," Fox said, holding up a skinned rabbit. "This'll make a great morning meal. Can we rebuild that fire?"
"We have to go."
"It's okay. I'm not in a rush."
"Well I am," Ashera told Ryan. "We need to keep moving."
"The rabbit won't keep long. We have to cook it now. It'll only take a few minutes," Fox said, already beginning to make a fire. Ashera was furious, but she had to help out. The quicker they were out of there, the better. As they cooked, she sat nearby, willing it to go faster.
"Done," Fox said after a while, lifting the rabbit off the fire.
"That looks perfect."
"Thank you. I-"
"Okay, let's go now," Ashera said hurriedly, snuffing out the fire. She turned to Ryan. "How far away does your uncle live?"
"Not too far. Only about half a day's walk."
"Perfect, we've got time. Let's go."