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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Children shrieked on the playground—awfully restless and loud. “That’s why I don't have kids,” she thought, sitting on a park bench and her gloves grasping her coffee.
She seemed to be alone in the cold. Except for the parents, talking underneath a pine tree. They know each other. They must talk frequently. Have a lot of connections.
I should get into connecting. Talking more, she thought.
She ...
It was cold. The leaves were falling as I was walking towards the swings where you waited for me. Sitting on them with slow and small swings forwards and back. You are wearing the scarf I gifted you on your birthday. It has these red stripes. Ohhh how I loved to see you wear it. You saw me and yelled „Com’on. Push me will ya?!“ with a big beautiful smile. Proudly showing your toothgap and the smil...
The body sways precariously. Little feet dangling above the dirt floor.
The feet are too little, and my heart catches in my throat as I watch them sway. I want to reach out, to hold the body, to whisper the words that have now been lost to time.
By the time I build the courage, it is falling, and I have missed my chance again.
No, not falling. It jumps to the ground. The body is a boy who hits th...
I remeber back when I was 12 or 13. It was a hot summer day, and I couldn’t stand the thought of being home. So I was hanging out with a friend. His name was Aspen.
Me and him were out riding bikes. No phones to track us, just off goofing around. I was wearing some dingy clothes my mother had bought at the good will or Facebook market place. It was a worn out rainbow tie dye shirt that had the ...
“You know, dissecting animals is kinda fun!” Spoke miles.
I glanced over at him, giving him an odd look. Miles had always been sort of weird. Everybody said he was some sort of weird kid psychopath. But as I had gotten to know him, he didn’t actually seem that bad. I agreed with him and we swung in silence for a while; enjoying the creaking of the swing set and the warm air brushing past us. Afte...
"Target acquired! Going in!" Mosca's voice crackled through the comms, cutting through the chaotic din of the playground below. She weaved through the mayhem, the air thick with the smells of sun-baked plastic, sweat, and the cloying sweetness of spilled juice boxes. She zipped between towering, brightly colored structures, her senses on overdrive as she dodged a small, erratic creature. "I’ve lan...
Right now, we are stopped at a rest area in Oklahoma. Charlie is staring at her phone while pacing circles around an outdoor playground. It’s one of those tiny playgrounds with rubber padding on the ground and padded, 3-D animals to climb on. I remember when you used to take us to the “mall-and-play.” Ha! I can’t believe I really thought it was called the “mall-and-play!!” I guess it makes sense w...
I parked my car into one of the parking slots surrounding the park and made my way towards the swings. This broke down park still looked as empty and abandoned as when I was a kid. I browsed the three swings available and decided on the one that looked like it wouldn’t fall apart once I put my weight on it. I pushed my feet hard against the wood chip covered floor to get a momentum going, and watc...