Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
WRITING OBSTACLE
Inspired by Maranda Quinn
Write a descriptive paragraph about something that immediately takes you back to your childhood — such as a song, a sound, or a certain smell.
Writings
His voice made me think back to the day first met. The day we first met was the day my mother was buried. To be exact I was nine. The body didn't look like my mother. I couldn't understand why no one was crying when I couldn't even sit through the ceremony then when I glanced at my dad my heart shattered when I saw he wasn’t even frowning. Some were good friends with my mom and those people were r...
Although most don’t like the mildew musty scent of an unfinished basement. That smell brings me home. To my grandmas basement with the steel shelves and the random pink shower in the back corner. And my playspace on the right of the very steep staircase that always gave my family a mini heart attack when I ran down it. I spent most of my summers down there playing cashier with my grandmas endless ...
Every summer I have grown a taller, stronger, and my hair grows a bit longer. And every summer I forget the way things used to be, they aren’t the same anymore.
I can’t say I miss being a child, but I suppose that nothing will ever go back to the way they were.
As I tended to my mundane evening one day in early June I was struck by the sun’s blazing heat and scurried to the shade of a tr...
I have a very particular morning routine. I awake and head to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder, rid my mouth of my terrible morning breath, and clean the sorrows of my dreams with fresh, warm water. I was unfortunately graced with bad eye sight, a trait from my mother. Most days, my left pointer finger touches each eyeball twice a day. But some days, I choose my glasses, which allows me to ...
I flipped the prompt and did indescript bits of multiple memories instead. Hope you guys enjoy the peak at my childhood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dust in the air.
Rocks larger than life.
Laying down, watching the world fall.
Sand diapers.
Sinclair.
Fire burning my hair.
Standing on pillows to be taller.
Fixing my brothers collar.
Cutting my brothers’ hair.
Trying to get a good scare.
Secret t...
The woman next to me is smoking. She takes a long drag of her cigarette and exhales, and, against myself, I inhale deeply. She doesn’t know that I’m thinking of my grandmother, and all the summers with her growing up. She would smoke cigarette after cigarette and before long, the smell was like summer to me. When I was old enough I joined her for a while, but successfully kicked the habit, feeling...
Whenever I step onto a soft Upcycle tire ground on a new playground, Inam instantly taken back to the playgrounds I grew up on.
For starters, the ground was usually bare soil where children trampled the grass away, ugly green material that was supposed to mimic grass, or asphalt. I remember giant metal slides that would burn your exposed skin. We would bring a towel or some other cloth as a barr...
The scent the air as August begins to fade and thunderheads roll over the land. Puffy clouds toil and wrap rhemsekves around the sun, casting a shadow far too soon, and spilling drops of fading summer to the earth. But it is in that smell, both earthy and clean, that my heart returns to youth. That I feel the dampness of falling skies and remember broad mouthed smiles as my brothers powered our ...
When I see dragons in movies or practically anything, it takes me through a loophole of thought. I suppose it’s still an odd fixation of mine, but I take an interest to them. How To Train Your Dragon was my absolute favorite when I was little (still is). If someone were to ask me why I like(d) it so much, I would’ve probably shrugged shyly or said “well why not?” But I think the truth of it is tha...
More specifically, taco beef. It smells so appetizing, and when I smell it cooking, it takes me back.
I remember my mother cooking meat for our tacos -we eat them like burritos, but she calls them tacos despite my reaserch on Mexican cuisine, which i find annoying and endearing- and grating cheese in the kitchen as the dusk makes the outside just barely dark enough to know night is coming— that ...
Similar writing prompts
WRITING OBSTACLE
Describe a busy marketplace using only description related to smell, touch, and sound.
WRITING OBSTACLE
Using all five main senses, and any others you think are appropriate, describe a journey down into the depths of the sea.
Consider which narrative perspective you will use for this, particularly if there are non-human senses you could explore.