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Writing Prompt

WRITING OBSTACLE

Two people of extremely disparate age groups observe the same event. How does their age factor into their description of what happened?

Write from both people's perspectives, either interwoven or as two separate sections.

Writings

Doe

TW:MENTIONS OF ANIMAL DEATH


Katrina, 6


“Mom
 when are we gonna get home
. I’m hungry
” Katrina groans, kicking the seat infront of her.


“Katrina Vivian Marcelo! Do not kick any of my seats unless you want to walk home.” Her mother responds, glaring at her from the rear view mirror.


“But I’m bored!!” Katrina argues back, Katrina is convinced that this is the home run of an answer, how c...

Bad Hart

Gabrielle’s (Gabby) P.O.V


I mess with my dress that has little mermaids on it. Mama told me to dress up because she said that a very important guest was coming over.


I sat on the couch watching My Little Pony, while mommy and daddy ran around setting the table and making dinner.


As soon as Mama and Daddy finish there is a knock on the door. They both looked nervous almost scared so I gave the...

Loud Colors

Everything exploded. Sounds of screams filled the air as people ran past him.


Just screaming and laughing as they carried fire.


Before it started he was with his family, and not a care in the world. Now the end was near.


He somehow got separated from those he loved. He never knew this kind of thing could exist. The sheer terror, that he felt in this moment was unlike anything he ever f...

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Sunrise

“It’s too cold, it’s so dark, why do we have to wake up so early, can I go back to bed after this?” Whined 7 year old Danyal. His grandmother had woken him up at 4:30am on a Saturday to watch his first sunrise on the first day of half-term.


“It will start getting brighter any second now, just keeping sipping the hot chocolate, and you’ll be as warm and cosy as you were before came out here”, she ...

The Polling Station

Danny strode in like he owned the place, and his worn plaid flannel and jeans did not match his demeanor. He leaned against the booth and made a few selections, one arm above his head keeping his balance. The other hand intermittently stroking a beard of patchy white while trying to make a decision.


June was working the table where voters sign in, and had watched a few hundred people do this ver...

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Hair Dye

The grocery store is sooooo boring! The little girl didn’t want to go aisle to aisle with one like two of them having stuff she cares about.


Her Granny promised her some candy for coming with her. That makes the boredom a little easier to swallow.


Turning into another aisle, the little girl gasps.


A girl with pretty pink hair is grasping a cereal box.


“Look Granny! A fairy!”



OoOoO



She i...

Book

The worlds an open book

With fairytales are world

Made up stories and we’re

Liveing in one oh oh are

Storie is so odd i don’t know

How to explain it i just feel

So odd in this big world


This big world is are book

That we write in page to page

So don’tpretend it’s fate we all know its not

Oh oh theres a plot a plot that

No no ones ready for are you ready

To explore your picture book

With lio...

Watermelon Moonshine

“It’s a 
 cup,” Nell said.


“I know right,” Haley said. “isn’t it simply gorge.”


Crowds of people bustled around them. An ocean of gleeful grabbing hands reached for the boxes of thermal cups. Blinking in confusion, Nell watched the towering stack of boxed cups be swarmed.


“Does it do something else? I bet it connects to the internet. You can text,” Nell said.


“No, it’s—“


A brilliant flash bl...

What Are We Looking At?

Her body laid among glass shards, dented black mental and steady streams of blood running down the fragmented vehicle.


It was almost an art peice. The kind the edgy artist who stayed in the corners of the highschool. Face painted in only backs and undeserved hatred to the world would heil like a God.


Not her. She analysed it with a displeasured faced, her golden eyelashes fluttering at her bro...

Speak Up

I was friends with these people. They made cruel jokes. Jackson continued to demonstrate how his brother on the spectrum walked and talked, I stared at him but said nothing. We were friends after all, and everyone else was laughing. Was it funny? I picked at my own skin as my lips curled into the fakest smile and I chuckled a bit to fit in. I glanced to Mr. Smith, our English teacher. He had a fro...

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