Writing Prompt
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VISUAL PROMPT
by Annie Spratt @ Unsplash
Write a story where an important scene takes place in an outdoor play area.
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I look around with sorrow eyes as I can see the time that has passed by. The fingertips of my childhood engraved all around, on the swingset, the slide and even the ground. The laughter echoes from the inside and out, while the memories flood. I can still hear the “tick, tick, tick” of the clock counting down the seconds till recess. The highlight of my day, core memories being made, the coveted s...
Suddenly we heard more footsteps squishing the tiny Little Rock’s that filled the ground of the play area. Josh looked at me worryingly, I could see he was trying to hide his fear but I knew him to well. This was it if finally have to face him.
I walked towards the middle of the playground to meet my foe and settle it once and for all....
In her room so still and wide, Elizabeth lays, her dreams untied.
A big girl now, in peaceful rest, Her own room, her cozy nest.
Soft whispers of the night time breeze, Carry her off to lands of ease.
No longer needing lights to keep, The darkness now is a friend to greet.
In her own space, she feels so grand, Among her toys and books so grand.
No more tears, no more gloom, Sweet Elizabeth, in her...
The hand on her ass jolted her out of her thoughts. (Insert Disney Princess name) tripped forward, nearly catching her heel in a crack in the sidewalk. She’d been reading through her dating app messages on her lunch break, deleting one pic of a unimpressive wrinkled member after another. What the hell kind of pervert would grobe her in the park, so close to the play ground. She turned to give the ...
Ashy crowds of dim mists lofted over lifeless meadows
But within every dull grassland , is always one lone bud.
One that every man’s greedy eyes bore into all summertime.
One that every pitiful daisy glares at ,enviously , longing to look as grand as the delicate beauty which lays effortlessly gorgeous in front of them.
Although , as every tale says “beauty always fades” , all imperfections of mat...
_There once was a little girl called sapphire. She might have only been four but had a mind that was the most creative people had ever known. The artwork she would make and the stories would make people from all around come to just see the title or a colour of one of her marvellous creations. But their was one thing no one knew about her was that she had a secret. Every night when she got home fro...
Brisk wind sailed by the night cresting a plain white dress shirt and shortly following the man adorning it, forcing out its creases and forcing an ivory tie to sway as it lies loosely against his chest. A bench stood firm and chilled as so did the squarely taut jaw of the man sitting upon it. It was quiet that night. Despite the silence, there was one sound repeating past the wind which to most w...
Selena moves back and forth slowly while seated on the short plastic seat of a swing. The park was so much smaller than she remembered. What used to be a whole world of adventure when she was younger was now just an oxidized couple of swings, a wonky wooden seesaw with a missing seat, a plastic jungle gym that she could smell from where she was right now. There was dried up grass all around her, d...
I remember the day, the day I was shot over a bright pink and blue bag I was six years old playing peacefully with my friends I remember hearing my parents yelling at each other about work and how I wasn’t safe outside. I remember seeing a three men entering our house, I went inside to see what’s was wrong my dad pulled me to the side and gave me a pink and blue bag and sent me back out to play a...