Writing Prompt
WRITING OBSTACLE
Write about a treasured posession, and what it represents to your character and to the wider world.
Consider symbolism closely in this story, and how the item may mean one thing to your character but another to those around them.
Writings
Everyone has something
That means everything to them
That has sentimental value to them
Whether that be something physical
Or something they can’t touch
But no matter
Whatever it is that’s important to us
We can’t go without it
The treasures we collect along the way
Create our memories
And they truly complete who we are
🖤...
Her name rings in my mind
My body wrapped around her skin
Kissing her cheek
As she falls asleep
You’re my beloved
You’re my one
I can count on her
For anything
She holds my hand
As I go into surgery
Waiting for me
To wake up
I could lay here
For the rest of my days
Holding hands
While we are alseep...
A knife no ordinary knife it’s antique knife
A knife to protect my self
To eat
Camping trips
Fishing with my dad
It’s life
Fought many battles
Its history from Waterloo to the present
It’s a symbol of stealth lethality manhood
It’s a saviour
Healing and cutting wounds
Beautifully crafted and cuts like a razor...
No notice to others around
Simple to others
Just a boring profound
Supporting us when the sun is low
With great strength
Of what’s on the table
A tiny decoration
That lends a large hand
White and puffy
Sometimes large
The little kids call it Duffy
Oh
I don’t get why they don’t like it
A marvelous creation
That’s what it is
No notice to others around
Simple to others
A boring profound...
Not the prompt- I started with a random word and let my middle bar finish.
Oh yea yea but it is a different colored brown brown eyes lol lol oh yeah she looks really cool lol she just looked at it she said oh yea I think she is a good friend but she is still here but I think she’s like oh no she was like a cat and I like that she didn’t even think she knew she had to go get back to the cave lol ...
It was a vacant house
full of good potato salad and Luther Vandross
sing alongs, tight roller sets, and easy laughter
cautious windows watching over the neighbors
it was an old house
first built on the block
painted brick and that tree the kids used to climb
R&B in the kitchen, bikes in the driveway
it was a nice house
first Black family on the block
hydrandreas fading pink, porch chairs empt...
I’m not referring to the Taylor Swift album though I definitely could talk about that.
It’s the age of my grandmother’s Oldsmobile.
I’m not calling my grandmother’s car old. That’s the brand of car. She refuses to drive anything else. You may not believe me, but she says if the car dies before her, she’ll stop driving.
My grandfather used to call it “the tank” for the durability of it. Nothing...
It was an old pin, bent and rusted, pockmarked with dimples. It was of a dog, with a rabbit in its mouth.
First it came to Europe from Scandinavia, by wooden ship, through hungry, untamed waved. Then to a mistress, young and black-haired, brown-eyed, in a frilly white dress, a banquet of yellow, handpicked flowers in her delicate hands.
Then to her daughter, black hair and curls like the moon, ea...
This isn’t finished yet because I don’t even know how it ends myself, so I hope you guys can wait an indefinite period of time for part two, lol! 😂
“What am I going to do now?” Blake pondered after another lead failed. “She must have given this to me for a reason…” Blake’s voice trailed off as he turned the snow globe in his hand.
“Blake, I think you should stop this, it’s turning into an obse...