Writing Prompt

The box is dark, its walls no more than the borders that hold me back. The air is still and suffocating, yet it is the typical ways of this confining box.

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A little girl smiles as bright as the sun. Her eyes find mine, dazed by the swirling songs beyond my home. __

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Brightness consumes. The walls are no longer, my freedom is limited yet it is simply alluring. Melodies swirl a...

The little doll the girl called Ruby was tired of being shoved into this little box. Only a few seconds a day would the melody she idly danced to play, the girl having to manually wind up the little box. The doll wanted to be free, explore the entire world with the doll’s owner. But the messy room the child called her “bedroom” and the suffocating darkness of her music box was all she would see of...

Oh my back is killing me. I guess that’s what happens when you’re bent over with a huge weight on your back. Or something like that. At least this time, the weight isn’t on my front. Or side. The times with the weight on my side are the worst. Ugh. I hate those times. But I suppose that it’s worth it. I mean when the weight is off…

When the weight is off, I get to shine. Twirl, whirl. ...

Tick,Tick,Tick

Wind me up

Watch me dance

Shut me up

When youve had enough

Picking up the peices around me

Leaving me untouched

Dust on my tutu

Twirl,Twirl,Twirl

Watch me dance

It’s quite a thrill

Then walk away

And come back another day

Dance,Dance,Dance

Upon my toes

I’m tired now

But nothing will I say

For I love seeing your eyes

Before you shut the lid

And leave me in the dark...

I stare at a blank screen for most of the day.

It’s dark and stuffy. The only I color I get is the exotic sounds and melodies floating through the cracks. The noise fills my heart with longing more than any light and color ever could. How I wanted to join in with the band. The constant orchestra, each having their own role. Their own place.

But I only get a few minutes to shine.

You open my ho...

The lonely walls surround me in the music box while I dance away to its tunes.

I listen to the tunes sing.

While I dance in circles to its.

It’s always the same everyday.

Alone and afraid in my tiny music box.

Barley ever opened.

My music box is coughing up dust.

If only somone cared about me and my music box.

All I hear is myself and my music box.

The tune always the same as the other day.

But ...

I remained still and silent to all outside of my box, but the thoughts swarming my mind were impossible to cease. The questions were never ending. Who was I? Why was I stuck like this? Why couldn’t I speak? Why was I stuck in this freaking box? Those were just a few of the thoughts that plagued my mind. Then all of the sudden, light poured into my box; someone had opened it. Soft music started pla...

Inside the box, it was dark and lonely, but when I see light start breaking in, I get so happy that I dance. It is very rare that I get to dance, so I do it as long as the music, that always accompanies the light, plays. When the box opens and light floods in, I was always greeted by a giant smiling face with wide eyes and a smile with missing teeth. She would open the box often. Sometimes, I woul...

Once upon a time there was a ballerina box in an antique store and one day a little girl came over with her grandma and declared I want her and she got everything she wanted so of course she got it when she got home she opened it the ballerina danced and danced she kept it open and she kept dancing for 1 hour until the ballerina had enough she stopped dancing and glared at her then little girl Abb...

Stuck.

That’s how I feel.

Stuck in this small jewelry box.

Cursed to forever dance in the same place.

To forever spin.

Around and around.

But that’s when it’s open.

When it’s closed, I’m trapped.

Trapped in this tiny box, forever.

I like to dream though.

Of being free.

I could still be a ballerina, if I wanted too.

I would love to actually dance.

To actually _move._

Or I could be a singer.

A flo...