Writing Prompt
Writings
Writings
VISUAL PROMPT
by Florentina Amon @ deviantart.com/Tiina23.
Use this imagine as inspiration for a story or poem.
Writings
“It’s funny how you thought you could win this.”
“Only you, a fool would ever think this.”
“You’re in my world, my rules.”
“How many times must I Say This.!”
“No, no more will I allow you to destroy my day. To destroy moments of silence, my moments of peace. My time with my children. Mind always on lease.”
“From this day forth, I’m free!
I’m everything I know me to be.
Now I show myself and l...
The summer breeze rattled the old farmhouse door as Edith sat frozen in place at the foot of the stairs.
She had sat here many times as a child waiting for her mother to be ready to leave for school or to go shopping or to church.
Now she sat with moist eyes thinking about how she would never wait for her mother again.
Even though it hadn’t been a shock, infact quite the opposite, she could s...
Write a definition
in the cornfields,
tell me exactly
what feathers wield.
To you, they’re merely
feathers, the equivalent of hair.
To someone like me,
a love letter with words to spare.
Feathers share a message
only ones who look for it can find.
Stories behind the black and white
and poking, do you seem to mind?
Feathers
drop
like
a
penny
...
As I lightly float across this lovely field
Seeing all these singing flowers grow
My magical umbrella shunning myself from the smiling sun, being my shield
To keep walking in this field, and as I go
I feel like I am apart of this scene
Like I am in nature’s lovely arms
That is so inviting and is really not mean
That has so many wonders, so many charms
I see fire-breathing, cross-eyed birds above...
Miss freedom
Do you really exist
A wondering woman
Free to express
All the while I feel trapped
In chains of good and evil
Your oblivion hurts me
Your carelessness
Angers me
Miss freedom
Are you out there?
Combing your hair?
Never with a care
Your child is here
Could you acknowledge
Your son is all alone
While you run off
Talk to the crows
Miss freedom
Free me from my pain
Only you can do ...
every summer
a group of us
would go to Wildwood
down the shore
full of teenage angst
and MD20/20
and we would practice
on the fake slot machines
and poker machines
honing our skills
for when we finally
were old enough to gamble
on more than tootsie rolls
and stuffed animals
and the first trip
on the mile long walk
to the fake casino
tommy got hit by
bird shit
two times
the next trip
tommy got ...
Why isn’t it my time to shine? How long must I wait to show forth my truth, my real self? How long do I need to hide and shield myself?
Am I afraid of the world and its response? Do I think they’ll rise up and smash me into the dirt, stomp on me and utterly devastate me? They need me, and they’ll see that once I reveal myself.
Yes, I know what happened last time, and the time before. It’s not li...
When I walk into a room
I am invisible
Small
Unimportant
When I walk into a room with my friends
Suddenly I am visible
Mock-worthy
A laughing stock
But I absorb the hurt
I absorb the pain that they wish to spread
I absorb it for my friends
I hold it in for their sake
So who exactly am I
When I am not a shield?
Am I the geek? No
Am I the freak? No
I am no one
I am lonely
I am useless
I am f...
A young woman is carrying an umbrella in her hand. She doesn’t seem to be too concerned about thick clouds right behind her. The clouds appear to be full of rain. Its dark all of a sudden.
She is standing in a field of wild flowers, she is looking down. Her face is relaxed and the umbrella is barely covering her. Her hair are combed to one side and swept behind her. The setting sun gives her a gl...
Life makes sense but doesn’t at the same time. Am i doing something wrong, or is it the way I was meant to do it? Maybe living, is an action in itself. After all, living takes up a lot of energy. But maybe living is the absence of an actions. Maybe it’s something we endure and that we’re forced to experience.
Death could mean the liberation of this torment that is living. Maybe it’s not the end, ...