Writing Prompt
WRITING OBSTACLE
Write a scene that conveys deep emotion without using any dialogue.
You can explore any emotion you’d like, but try to focus on actions and body language of the characters. Remember, no dialogue.
Writings
The Woman In White
I don’t know if I have ever been as consumed by lust as I was that Sunday afternoon. It was a hot, humid day, overcast, about 80
She had the most beautiful face, the biggest smile, a voice for phone sex, a large nose, and a lovely laugh. Her skin was pale, her arms thin, her hips wide, child bearing thighs. She wore this white crocheted halter top, tied around her neck and back like a bikini t...
No, no, no, no,nononno...
The door slammed. The table shook with fear, and the chairs knocked themselves over. Her house had never been so scared of her, for her. Ramming her hand against the marble shoe holder, over and over. What was there, blood and tears. What wasn't, his bear slippers, her clarity.
Getting up and staggering to the balcony, she slid the door open collapsing onto the cold cement. Scrapes adorned her on...
Ghost Memories
Her hand shook as she reached up the grasp the doorknob. Slowly she turned the handle and pushed feeling resistance from the wooden door she had had no problem opening this morning. Her heartbeats increased as she moved inside, the light fading as she crossed the threshold. She brushed through a cobweb that was blocking the hallway tripped over a pile of dust, how had it gotten so bad so fast?
Sh...
I Don't Understand What I Am Writing
I was at a poetry reading
She spoke about immigration
Loss of culture
Loss of identity
She spoke about chaos, confusion
She said
"father I don't understand what I am writing"
Now I've taken it entirely out of context
Father, I don't understand what I am writing
I think she meant language
My immigrant mother desperately trying to strike the match and fuel the flame
That never existed in the ...
For My Sister
She remembers that night as if it was only yesterday. Every. Single. Detail.
Leah had always thought that her older sister Emily was beautiful. As a child Leah would set on Emily’s bed watching her do her hair and make up, as Leah got older Emily would always ask Leah for her input. Leah had always told her that she looked gorgeous. That night, she had a date with Ethan Long, the high school quar...
The Dance
Her eyes were locked onto mine. Deep and dark, they led the passage to bliss, wonder, joy, and something that was capable of yanking my heart straight from my chest, rendering it useless at her feet.
Slowly she stood. Her stare was tender and fierce; a play of raw love and intensity, her posture poignant. She was on a mission. She had a goal. She was dedicated. She wasn’t going to fail. Today, r...
thought
thoughts are part of your world
and mine as well as any
though thoughts are often swirled
into puddles of feelings quite heavy
thoughts are things you think at night
thoughts are things that never leave you
thoughts can sometimes tangle so tight
tell someone, they won’t believe you
thoughts get so confusing
you think a thought you thought before
and quite soon you are losing
this thou...
Quality over Quantity
I looked over at my friend.
This was someone that I knew in the deepest portions of my soul, would have my back through thick and thin.
It was more than that, however.
This friend had seen me at some of my most emotionally taxing and vulnerable places.
It was as I sat in his living room, the stinging hot tears of exasperation and exhaustion pouring down my face from slowly dismantling my iden...
The Beauty Of Transformation
To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness, that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.”
Isaiah 61:3
The ability to transform is a significant aspect of our character and emotions, and allowing God to guide us through difficu...
My fault.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I can't even look at her body.
I feel like I'm drowning; suffocating in the knowledge that **_I'm_** the reason she's dead.
It's my fault.
My fault.
My—
I want to scream, to cry, to do anything besides stand here like a statue.
But I can't bring myself to move.
There aren't any words, nor sounds, that can describe the sinking feeling in my chest, the way my heart is teari...