Writing Prompt

Meet Henry, a man whose life story is as eventful as it is intriguing. With a dexterous touch that belies his years, Henry's hands seem to possess a wisdom earned through decades of navigating antiquated machinery and crafting intricate works of art. His weathered face tells tales of a bygone era, where each line and wrinkle whispers of a life filled with both triumphs and tribulations. From his h...

I were antiquated clothes so some people think I’m weird

My life is very eventful. This week I’m going to my grandmas house, I have cross country on Tuesday and I have church on Sunday.

I love crafting stuff so we could say I’m dexterous.

Anyways I’m Zebide and I am very busy. Listen trying to get a job is harder then it looks and to add to that my roommate Shayla is always bragging about how man...

In the midst of an exceedingly eventful city, there existed a character, lets name him Jerry, whose eccentricity was unmatched. His fashion sense was nothing short of antiquated, as he roamed the bustling streets dressed in royal purple Victorian-era attire, complete with a top hat and pocket watch. With his peculiar wardrobe and his penchant for quoting obscure literature, he was like a character...

Everything in Amerie’s life may appear exciting and eventful as a princess. That couldn’t be farther from the truth. She gets tutored in the morning and learns about the truly antiquated regulations set on her and her people. Boring lectures. Expected to sit still. The books. She hates it all.

The only time she feels alive is during her training. Her mind clears from the fog that formed during he...

Today was eventful

And fitful

With antiquated

And dilapidated

Feelings

Which are disastrous

And dexterous

At the same time...

She’s the kind of girl

Who makes anything eventful

Always the main character

With her there’s never a dull day

She tells gender roles off

As antiquated

A rigged game of monopoly

She doesn’t even bother to play

Change doesn’t intimidate her

It energizes her

Delightfully dexterous

She can’t help but carve her own way

She feels at home

No matter who’s in the room

She keeps her insecu...

His normally perfectly tousled blonde locks were horribly disheveled with bits of leaves and twigs stuck amongst his curls. His once dexterous fingers, that could make a violin sing, were all broken and bloodied. His body was curled into the fetal position and he was wearing an antiquated blue dressing gown, that was now stained with his blood. It was clear that whatever had happened to Charlie th...

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You are in your imagination world again.

“You’re back.” Says the girl, so close to your face that you jump, startled.

She steps back, and reveals the landscape behind you.

You’re on the edge of a forest, but you can still see the scratchy field stretching behind you.

“Would you like me to answer your question?”

She asks, and you nod, slowly.

“I need you to he...

I make quick work of the antiquated lock, the thick metal rattling open and dropping with a clunk. I leave it there and will make sure to put it back later.

That’s the trick—making it like you were never here. I smile at the ease.

And Doc said tonight would be eventful.

I shake my head and tuck my steel pick into the leather kit and slip them into my inner jacket pocket, the one closest to my...

I finished my geography test early, and I was bored, so I stared at Dean Easton and watched him take the test. I heard he failed every test he ever took. I was curious about his process, about how he did it, about how it was even possible to fail every test. And as I snuck peaks at his paper, my questions were answered. I saw his hand gripping his pencil, his head hunched over his paper with his b...