Desperate. Shades. Aid.
Incorporate these three words, in any order, into a story or poem.
Aid me in my thievery
We stalk the night
Looking for a sign of life
Closer to the car they lurk
Shifting in their seats
Shades, the neighborhood cat
comes out to play
“Shoo!” we say
Hoping we go away
“Give us your car or you’ll get hurt!”
They lay face down in the dirt
We take the cat
and steal their keys
Desperate for a breakthrough
A reason to breath easy again
At peace only for a minute or two
The facade is hell to maintain
Who knew life could come
In so many shades of hurt
It would be grace to feel numb
To be able to channel it into my art
Allow myself the aid I crave
Make the healing permanent
Handover the driving seat to faith
Let my hope be forever prominent...
What once was broken,
You’ve mended, awoken.
What once was shattered,
You pieced back the tattered.
What use to be dark and dreary-
Now bright, but no longer cheery.
You’ve been there-
No, it’s not fair.
I don’t deserve you.
But together we grew…
- Thank you, my love.
Truly an angel from above.
Desperate, I was…
Needed someone to be there.
One day I jumped from the hi...
I rest my head upon a rock
This is where my weary bones shall lay
My thoughts and trepidations blocked
Till I inevitably wither away.
A distant echo in the woods
Makes me ache me like a clarion call
Pain, desperation and all the goods
Take over as I wait to fall
I rise and stand, broken yet whole
As I prepare to take my last steps
Tears down my cheek, I bare my souls
Hesitation never really hel...
They were in desperate times but she would never let it show. Whenever she finds herself tired from walking, she just puts on a facade and forces herself to continue their journey. And as always it’s the same worries in her mind as her legs felt like they were about to give out. What will she and her father do if they don’t make it in time? The quicker they get to their destination and sell their ...
Desperate to leech,
Make this your life.
Practice what you preach,
Just to live in strife.
Shades of pain,
It’s a matter of degrees.
Claw my skin again,
Just to make you agree.
Aid came in the pit,
Held my own ribs at sunrise.
Saw myself as the culprit,
Of all I despise
Out of the shade,
I rise from this Styx.
Seeing of what I was made,
Love and empathy was the mix....
A sharp shot of aching paint whips my inner thigh. Ignoring it I keep running, pushing my legs as hard as they will take me. They give way. My hands reach out in front of me as I plummet full speed to the ground. My face is met with the cold dry surface of autumn morning leaves. I focus my eyes to the trees above, seeing the empty sky. I hope I’ve outrun them. Desperate for more coverage I crawl t...
I saw different shades of black in my head after I hit my head. I was desperate for some help any type of aid but of course no one came. I’ve slowly sinking into this pit and now I felt like I couldn’t even breath. After a while I’ve come to terms that no one would come to help me so I would have to get out of here myself. I started to get up only to immediately crash back down it felt like my bon...
I like to think I had the upper hand in the beginning
Now I just look desperate and out of touch
I lost more than just those shades you gave me
My confidence and all my trust
I think maybe after a little more time
Since I woke up and realized that I’ll be fine
That I don’t need you
You’re the one that needs my aid
Time that I’m embarrassed I lost
I can’t get back
There is no cost
Time, my pr...
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