Writing Prompt
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"The last time I saw my mother was ten years' ago."
Write a story using this prompt as the first line
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The class was a noisy, busy, chaotic mess. But I loved it. My grade 2 class loves craft.
“Miss Higgles look what I made my mum!” Said one curly haired student. It was a sparkly Mother’s Day card with a big Scribbly flower.
I give her some affirmation, but my eyes glance to a dark corner of the room. There sitting quietly and alone was Reilly Kelly, his head was on his desk.
I slowly approach th...
My mother disappeared 10 years ago. It was unexpected and unexplainable; shockingly there were hundreds of leads but every single one lead to absolutely nothing. A cold trail. A wild goose chase.
Of course she was missed and a funeral was held and her life was commemorated. She was assumed dead after every lead dried up like the Sahara Desert.
Soon people began to forget. Of course this happens...
The last time I saw my mother was 10 years ago. It’s been that many years without her, and I’m holding up as bets as I can. I turned seventeen a month ago; although I actually don’t know if it’s been a month. There’s a possibility it’s been more. I’ve lost track of time because I’m a bit preoccupied trying to not be killed with the world crumbling around me, everywhere I look. Ever since the econo...
The last time I seen my mother was 10 years ago... until today, and every bit of rage, pain and hatred i thought I had expelled from myself came rushing back. My teeth clenched as I bit back the words that were clawing their way out of my throat.
“What do you want?” I asked quietly. She smiled like nothing was wrong and shoved her way past me into my home. Invading my sanctum. God I hated her.
P...
I was driving down the highway, pedal to the metal and the music blaring. The window was open, my cigarette was lit and my takeout had already been discarded. It was late, and the can of Red Bull I had an hour ago had worn off. I was tempted to pull over and buy another one, but I just wanted to get home.
But that didn’t happen. In the blink of an eye, my car flipped. It bounced a few times then...
Last time I saw my mother, was ten years ago.
But it feels like a thousand tears ago.
I cried so much I made a river flow.
Fears what made me cry you a river.
Now I blow my mind with liquor.
I can cry a perfect flow river. But I can’t drink a perfect liver.
Sink in sorrow, hope tomorrow I can find myself.
Hang my memories on a shelf.
To good wealth is good health. But i’m not very wealthy.
Tomorro...