Writing Prompt
WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a story without using any words beginning with 'W' or 'D'.
Be as creative as possible, perhaps using an item beginning with 'W' or 'D' as a central plot point to provide an extra challenge.
Writings
Brother. Friend.
I cannot call you by your name but you are still my brother You carved out a place in the universe big enough to leave me out Moving away must have been hard on you but after all I heard It made it sweeter to me than ever Peace at last forget me
I cannot call you by your name but you are still my friend You hid away in this big universe but still made room for me Choosing to stay I know is the hardest choice you made But after all we said together I’m glad you chose Peace at last remember me
The Medicine
“It happened right there, I stood right in front of the… you know that thing on the front of the house, it could be red or blue or … the opposite of black? I’m sorry, you see, I have been having this trouble right now. I am forgetting my… I am forgetting how to say certain things. It has come out of nowhere, but it is quite… it has been affecting me in quite a big… it has been bothering me quite strongly.”
“OK sir, I see. Can you come to the station? There are some other questions that have to be answered.”
“Yes I can come, I can help out in any… thing you need. I just need to find my…. medicine first.”
“OK sir, can our assistance be of service?”
“I imagine so, my… physicians said that if I have this not on me, I could be in real trouble.”
“Can you tell us more about it?"
“I can’t think of the name for some reason but it is a very important medicine.”
“Our time is limited sir, you need to come to the station now. If this is not solved within 24 hours, the chances of it being solved are slim.”
“I understand that, but my blood pressure is already high and if I can’t find this medicine, there may be problems.”
“So it is blood pressure medicine?”
“No, I have that, this medicine is for my other illness. I can’t think of the name!”
“Sir, I need you to be calm so we can talk about this.”
“I am calm, I just need to have my medicine now!”
“Tell me the location of the medicine and I can get it!”
“I need the… How odd, my face feels tingly but only on one side, I’ve never -”
“Sir? Are you alright? Someone, call for an ambulance, this man just collapsed!”
Nowhere But Here and Now
He pulled back on the latch and let the glove box fall halfway open before slamming it shut. He repeated this process over and over for the next hour or so. He never once looked inside. He could feel the gun in his hands even though it lay flat on the other side of the rubber and metal. He cradled it in his hands and it slid a bit amidst the perspiration from his palms and fingers. Eyes closed, he rubbed his hands back and forth on his knee just to make sure. He had to be in control. There couldn’t be any mistakes. Condensation surrounded him on all sides. Visibility did not extend outside the car. He inhaled the frigid air trapped inside and slowly exhaled a foggy breath. He traced a smile on the glass that slowly bled beaded droplets from the mouth and gave the latch one last tug. He grabbed for it and held it tightly. He stepped outside and his boots crunched in the snow.
W And D
Once upon a time, in a whimsical village nestled deep within a dense forest, lived a young girl named Willow. Willow was known for her vivid imagination and her love for exploring the world around her. One sunny day, she embarked on a daring adventure, determined to uncover the secret behind a mysterious letter she had found.
The letter was written in beautiful calligraphy and was signed with the initials "D.W." It had been wedged between the pages of an ancient book she had stumbled upon while wandering through her grandfather's attic. Intrigued by its origins, Willow decided to decipher the hidden message that awaited her.
As she embarked on her quest, Willow's heart filled with excitement and curiosity. With the letter clutched tightly in her hand, she wandered deep into the woods, following the winding path that seemed to lead her closer to the truth.
As she walked, a sense of wonder enveloped her, the leaves whispering secrets in the gentle breeze. The forest seemed to come alive, its flora and fauna guiding her towards an unknown destination. With each step, Willow's determination grew, fueled by the captivating mystery before her.
Days turned into weeks, and Willow's journey led her to a small, forgotten cottage, tucked away in a hidden clearing. It was weathered and worn, but a flickering candlelight from within assured her that she was on the right path. She approached the door cautiously, her heart pounding with anticipation.
With a trembling hand, Willow knocked on the door. It creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room. There, sitting at an old wooden desk, was a wise-looking owl named Desmond. His large, piercing eyes seemed to hold a world of knowledge.
"Welcome, young Willow," Desmond hooted, his voice carrying a sense of ancient wisdom. "I have been expecting you."
Willow's eyes widened in astonishment. How did this wise owl know her name? With a mix of awe and trepidation, she shared the story of the letter and her quest to uncover its meaning.
Desmond listened intently, his gaze never leaving her. "Ah, the letter," he murmured. "It holds a tale of love, loss, and the power of dreams. But first, young one, you must embrace the wisdom of the forest. Allow the woods to guide you."
From that moment on, Willow spent her days under Desmond's tutelage, learning the ways of the forest and discovering the deep connection between nature and the human spirit. She uncovered ancient rituals and lost traditions, growing closer to the wisdom hidden within the woods.
Weeks turned into months, and Willow's understanding deepened. She learned that "D.W." stood for Dream Weaver, a fabled figure who possessed the ability to manifest dreams into reality. The letter, penned by a long-lost Dream Weaver, carried a powerful message: "Dreams are the whispers of the heart. Follow them, and you shall find your true path."
The land
Imagine a land that has no source of liquids, it Sounds TERRIBLE! right? That is how I live and you may think, 'how could you even survive? Because plants need to grow with some sort of liquid, like rain and having no plants means no vegetables or fruit and no liquids also mean no animals since they need food and a type of liquid to survive' so no type of food either 'so how am i still able to live?' you may also ask well... I am actually no longer one of the living.
Them
The more I tried to not see them the more they flashed into my brain, beating into my eyelid’ls until they rose above me like obnoxious monuments of folly. The more I turned away the more they loomed and when I ran they followed me, beckoning and taunting like voracious whores on a rainy night in Kansas City. That night boomed into my head and I clenched my eyes shut tight trying to shut out the monstrous conflagration of their wants and needs. The rain felt visceral on my skin, the cold drops piercing like dull ice picks. They weren’t there but I could feel them…flickering and pulsing like bus-stop fluorescent lights dingy and clinging to desperate life while all hope faded long ago. I couldn’t use them, ut was against the rules and all the gods in heaven only knew what any infraction might bring. My heart pumped in slow forensic thuds like an old hefer plodding through the mire desperate for the warm shelter of the barn. The distance is too far and she knows it. It was bound to happen and it might have happened already. If ai was brave I would look behind and check, go through every morsel and mote. But the fear is real and the knowledge of failure is its own horror while the unsatisfactory bliss of ignorance holds its own appeal. The apex of finality will be the arbiter of the promiscuously and profane exercise. All so unnecessary and a grandstand of self-flagellation for sins that are nobody’s fault. Maybe yours, but I can’t be good at controlling every urge and fantasmal need. The flickering lights pull the eyelids open and the pupil loses itself in study of an independent orbital confession. The far woods, entangled and thickened by animosity leave no room to hide from them. No matter how I run or panic or find new courses, the roots amd brambles pull at me, tearing at flesh.
Thoughts
Loss. I think about loss and see my father. He passed away after my 12th birthday. The last thing i said to him “i hate you” and i’ve never regretted anything more. I think about life if he took me out to supper that night. I stayed at my friends. That is something that haunts me everyday. I think how opposite my’d life be. I feel sometimes and some places I just feel like I can’t escape “i hate you” in some places I feel like im being followed by this taunting sentence that haunts me until i am not longer alive. In life I truly believe that people shouldn’t have regrets but this is one thing that i truly regret. I should have never said “i hate you”. I never hated him and I hope he knows that. my father, my first best friend, my hero, the one i ran to after mom said no. All of that gone in a blink of an eye. I took him for granted because he’s here forever right? but forever isn’t forever. everyone has to go but my father. just a kid that lost her father. at 12 i tried to kill myself.