Write about an ordinary every-day object that your character finds sentimental.
This activity can explore your character’s motives and underlying beliefs.
it’s been a long day
six hours of rehearsals
you’re only fourteen now
the whole world’s at your disposal
sit on the floor
feel the wood on your back
hear the ringing of the bells
find your costume on the rack
hand in hand with your friends
you walk in the cold
a flash of white catches your attention
and a tear softly rolled
the first blossoms you’d seen
on that old, dying tree
a metaphor perhap...
In front of the masses,
And feeling dead
From my daydreams
Comfort to me
Of staying alone.
I picked myself
I held my head
Past the fear
Past all that was dead.
I closed my eyes,
Soft to the touch.
I wanted to hide
Under my bed—
I wasn’t enough.
In my heart
I stare at the wall, the many small wooden cases, filled with spoons. Some are commemorative, others show the many travels the collector has been on, but my favorite is a plain spoon, dull patches are setting in, showing it’s age. My great-grandma gave it to me before my first family trip. She collected spoons and wanted me to start collecting them, and get her one whenever I went anywhere. So whe...
“Still or bubbly,” the waitress said.
Avery flashed her a generous smile. “Just a Perrier with lime. Carl pick your poison. The club has an Scotch selection or—“
Carl growled. “Look, this isn’t a social call. I just need to see those financials!”
Avery and the waitress looked affronted.
With its panoramic views of lush golf courses and sumptuous wicker chairs, Wilshire Country Club was unaccusto...
The clock sat incongruously on the mantle, its gold-finished bronze surface covered with the warm patina of age. With its elaborate cut-bronze floral decoration and delicate white enamel face, the clock felt out of place amongst the rest of the cheap, utilitarian particle board furniture in the house. It rested there confidently with a sturdy handle projecting from its top, leaving one with the im...
It’s been a while.
You’re probably wondering
where I’ve been, but you already know,
right? Nothing should come as a surprise
to the Almighty, you’ve had my future
charted from the very beginning,
even before you breathed life into
flesh and bone, or so it is written.
Which does beg the question, was my
disappearance just part of your Divine plan? It was more than 1 year ago
that my fait...
The type of person I am I keep many things close to my heart that brings back memories as you hold or share with others. Now there are some meaningful items that I do not share with others but there are many items that may have one or more great memories attached to them. Recently after doing some spring cleaning you always end up finding and going through things. Finding things such as fortune c...
Swiftly the breeze blows back and fourth, pinches María’s ears with the speed. As she woke up mysteriously on the roof of her house. Frightened as she was , she screamed “mommy help help” anxiety filled her appetite for the entire day. Puzzled on how she reached on the roof. Maria quickly realized the only thing that was on the roof with her was her teddy bear.
Growing up Maria had a yo...
Where is he? Where is Pandy? He was here a second ago. Pandy is my baby that I have had since birth. I sleep with him every night, but I can’t find him. The one night I didn’t I just couldn’t sleep. My room is a mess from me looking, I cannot find him. After I have had searched for an hour I asked my mom and she picked him up to wash him without telling me and left him in my room
As Ezra stared at the pencil, lying on the table like a tent holding a camper. He started to notice something strange was going on. The pencil had seemed to come to life before his own eyes. As the pencil sang and danced, Ezra was overcome with a feeling of sadness. The pencil used to belong to his father, the gif of the underworld. His father told him that the pen held the lost souls, and that if...
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