Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by XOXO, Zain
“I was quiet, but I was not blind.” - Jane Austen
Use this quote as the main theme or message of a story.
Writings
Unfurling Revelation
Hour Before The Photo Shoot:
(The following vignette is a fun writing exercise, written without the letter ‘A’…)
When Lily entered the studio, John coolly growled, without bothering to look up, from his work desk, “Just follow the corridor, first door on your right. Deb’s there biding time; I hired her to help configure minor, yet needful, cosmetic improvements you might need.”
Dismissive...
The Council
The sound of the keys clacking beneath my dancing fingers soothes my soul. Usually. It’s hard to hear the sound of typing over the shouts coming from a few feet ahead. I fidget with one of my many braids as my fellow council members argue before me.
“Maybe if you weren’t a prick, Sam, we’d actually get something done in here!” The president, Alyssa, hisses towards our veep.
“Well, _you’re_ the o...
Observed
I use words
But I don’t say them outloud
It really is hard
To hear someone in a crowd
You might not hear more than a peep
Unless I am forced to speak
It doesn’t make sense
Unless you live it
Why give up your voice
When you can express it
You try to push above
When you are ignored
But I curl up and go down
Where the area is warm
Harsh cold territory
Pricks my skin
I don’t have the defence
That y...
Vision
“I was quiet but was not blind, just to clarify what you think. You think Im small like a mouse, but deep inside I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop the analyzing you thought I couldn’t manage. The message of being only a rat who knew too much. The rat who will speak up. Does that answer your question Mr. Sims?”
She put her cup down and scanned his face. He couldn’t fathom why she was so perpl...
Quiet Not Blind
Sitting in a room all too my self enjoying the scenery
Letting the world travel by mind in my own thoughts as the wired passes by.
I could hear the shouts and the voices around me
The subtle office politics and jibes.
The knife’s in the stomach
The love lust flirtous gaze
The vouyerism the narcissistic gaze
I was quiet but not blind...
Just Quiet
I was quiet, but I was not blind.
could hear you and Dad argue every night. See the way you both tensed when you had to talk about something. I never said anything, in fear of my suspicions coming true. But now…now I can’t keep quite anymore.
“Quiet mouths don’t get fed.” Isn’t that what you’ve always told me?
That when something is on my mind, I should express myself. You’ve always been such ...
Flaws are broken
I was quiet, but I was not blind.
I saw your dirty looks, but I was too kind to say anything.
I heard your giggles but brushed the fear off.
I saw you whispering ear to ear.
I was quiet, but not blind.
I witnessed my family fight, yet I never stood up for my mom.
I heard them whisper about how ungrateful they think I am.
I saw their flaws, their strengths, every piece that came with...
Love Is Blind, But Not I
“Princesses ought to be seen, and not heard.”
When I was very little, I found this rule stifling; however, I am now sixteen, and as I grew older, I realized the value of being quiet. It gave me the chance to watch and listen.
I saw how my father treated the wealthy kings, dukes, and princes who visited our castle, and he treated them better than our own people and our servants. My governess had ...
noticing u noticing me (I’m delusional)
I notice you
I don’t know why
but I notice you everyday
looking my way
as if you think about me differently
as if you care about me
as if you like me
I notice you
I don’t say anything about it
but I notice you all of the time
stealing a glance
as we walk past each other in the halls
as you walk by my lunch table
as you stand on the other side of the room
I notice you
I can’t help
but notice you ...