Writing Prompt

The book in front of me was aged hundreds of years, written back in the 1300s, ancient history staring back at me. Barely holding together but still retaining a giant piece of history in its writings. The yellowed pages and smudged ink bring joy to my soul, knowing how cared for it truly was. To find a book from that time in this good of a condition was astonishing. Most books crumble at the sligh...

Or just a toy

Replaceable

Don’t put emotions

Into objects, you say

Live in the now

See the sights

Don’t get attached

Forget the material

Well, I can do both

I can look around in wonder

I can learn new things

I can see the world differently

And I can take along with me

On this journey of self-discovery

A small, battered

But yet sill much loved

Plush, little

Pusheen the cat....

Delicate seams hung, lonesome, fragile, frayed. It appeared the stitches that had once woven a warmth, so comforting, had now turned cold. All the memories held captive by the simple bounds of cotton, were now being released, alongside the grief within me.

I had worn you with pride. I had shown you the world. I gave a part of me to you. This little movie of ours- it’s denouement- was agonising...

It’s not that extraordinary. It’s just an old, dented lunchbox. It has Spider-Man on the lid and the clasp is rusted past the point of no return. There’s a scratch mark on the left side where a sneaky raccoon tried to pry it open on the sidewalk at least a decade ago. But it is precious.

He found it in a dumpster. It was covered in a mysterious goo that smelled like- well- a dumpster that had f...

There are many objects in this world that would be considered “ordinary”, “cheap”, or “invaluable”. One such object would be an ancient, rusted locket, sealed off due to time and wear. This locket has been passed down in the oldest in the Tani family for generations. No one knows when it was created nor what is inside. Many members of the Tani say that the item is worthless and should be sold off....

It was petite - petite enough for someone to swallow if they tried hard enough, probably. It was a golden ring, the shape of a star. It was starting to rust, but it used to be iridescent and shiny. It was dotted with corroded fake gemstones, some which had obviously fallen out. The band was still slightly gold-coloured, but was obviously starting to have a hazel tinge. It was worthless in the eyes...

A book, small enough to fit in someone’s jacket pocket. It was tattered and old, the cover had folds and creases in it and the picture was flaking off. The spine had been cracked several times, to the point that no one but the owner could tell what the book was called. The pages were yellow and the once sharp corners were soft and rounded. To anyone else it would look like a old, well loved book t...

My locket is my most valued possession. My grandma didn’t have much money, however when she saw a small locket in a charity shop window, it was like staring at gold.

Her heart opened up when she wore it because a special someone would always be next to her heart.

She gave it to me before she died, and inside was a picture of me and her on summer vacation. It may not be worth much, this locket, b...

One man sees treasure as

Gold and riches

Power and greed

But the other man finds no worth in stuff like this

He treasures

Love and family

Friendship and peace

Which type of person will you be?...

To the untrained eye, it was a simple palm-sized marble ornament. There were thousands like it, probably made by the bucket load. Every box delivered to the same hippy dippy store, you know the type, with gentle wind chimes playing and incense exhaling from the windows.

If one were to look closer at it, they’d quickly realise it was in the shape of an angel with broad open wings.

On first sig...