Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Put your music player on shuffle and skip seven songs. The song it lands on is the title of your story or poem.
Writings
Over the years, Iâve learned a little about life.. the way it goes so fast and takes so many people you love with it. I particularly remember one faint memory of mr. jackson.. and it wasnât a good one. He had been very sick and was getting harder and harder to handle, his days became less and less and eventually I was reuniting with my child hood neighbor mrs. jackson at a funeral for a guy I part...
She wanted to leave. She has been wanting this for a long time. I seen it in her tired eyes at two in the morning when she would switch the light on as I stumbled through the front entrance of our apartment. I could see the disappointment and fear of not knowing what I was going to say or do. I stand slumped over breathing heavily at her. She stood there silent gazing down on me with her arms cro...
Aiden was always referred to as âBubble Boyâ,or âThe Boy In The Bubbleâ by his classmates. The nickname was probably the only way many referred to him,and was slightly deserved.
He was always incredibly reclusive,as he had never been a social butterfly,or even one for small talk...
