Writing Prompt
VISUAL PROMPT
Write a story or poem inspired by these three images based on Discovery
Writings
Beauty
That masked man holding the flower. That pineapple. That trailer. What do they have in common? Beauty. There is beauty in just ordinary things. That pineapple looks so delicious. That flower that the masked man is holding. Gorgeous. That trailer. There is a family of 5 laughing it up. Just because you see something you shouldn’t judge. The masked man is holding a flower that he picked perfectly fo...
Ripe Anarchy
Show me everything you think I am, and I will show you who you are.
The seeds that made me so bizarre? Well they were sewn by you.
The train car I was thrown from has been abandoned, long-ago.
I know what I was supposed to be, But it gave up the ghost before the orchids came into view.
Shiny red apples, shiny green apples.
“Shiny red apples are we!” But I will not sing your fight song for I do not...
Flower for Anonymous
The petals peeled off like skin on a sunburnt neck. Flaked away, then blew nonchalantly in the hollow breeze stretching before him. A warm gust sighed out of his equally flaked lips; a remnant of dust diverged up the shell of a mask that covered his face. He gave one last contemplative look at the tiny flower, opened a cherished handkerchief with blackened edges and lay the flower in the centre wi...
The Pine Powers
The shady hooded man offered the objet delicately, as if it was moments from crumbling. Now I have a choice. Save my mother, or acquire the most beloved thing in the world. The Pine. The Pine has only been on earth for a couple of centuries, and compared to the other delicacies we’ve had, it is simply childlike, but I could not help but admire it’s ridged points. It resembles very much to a pineco...
Captured
As I stepped out of my house ready to drive to work, that was when I noticed him. A strange man with a black and white mask. At first I thought I might just be seeing things, but they became clearer, and I knew that it couldn’t be that clear. A moment later, he pulled out a beautiful, orange flower. It seemed to almost... hypnotise me. I was drawn towards the flower in the man’s hands. Then, witho...
4 Fears
Don’t go into the empty train compartment, the voices whisper in your ear.
“There’s a pineapple in there!” They scream hysterically.
Squealing, laughing... at you.
Your breath hitches and your heart thumps defiantly in your chest.
‘You’ll never get out!’ they assure you. Goosebumps tickle your neck as you look behind you.
They’re everywhere now.
Crawling, wriggling.
You won’t escape.
It’s al...
