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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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...
Ever since I was little, the playground in our neighborhood has kind of been my happy place. Whenever I felt really down or had a rough day, I’d walk down the street and end up on the bright blue swingset. It was old and worn out, the chains rusty and the paint chipped. But honestly, it just felt like home to me. Swaying in the swing always seemed to relax me.
One muggy summer afternoon, late...
“Let’s go to the park after school!”
A staple phrase during my childhood. Summers even more so.
It is interesting, I have moved states 8 times, made new friends all over again, and had to learn a new place and its demographics.
However “The Park” applied the same every time. There was no doubt about which park. It was always the hub of my childhood. In the end, it always felt like the same pla...
“Mommy, is today Saturday?” Gracie had been waiting and waiting for Saturday to come. Saturday was our day to go to the pig park on the other side of town. The one with the twisty slide she loved.
“Yes Gracie, it’s Saturday. Go brush your teeth and get dressed”, I said, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. She jumped off my bed and ran towards her room. I got up and made my way to the kitchen. _Cer...
He’s always here. Sitting on the swings. Doing nothing but getting lost in his thoughts. Every night I take my dog for a long walk through the park and take a break on a bench in the playground. That night he’s not on the swings. I open a book and read for a bit but then someone walks up to me. “Mind if I sit here,” they ask. I shake my head without looking up from my book.
A few minutes late...