Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by Vivi
“How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos?”
Writings
Celestine
Celestine Skymarleen was a very precious child and a very outgoing young lady, her clothing choices and her daily choices were always based off one thing and one thing alone: Will this create an adventure for me.
Celestine was a tall young lady standing almost 6 foot, she was as skinny as a nail when you compared her to others of her age and upbringing. Her long silver hair hung loose and shinni...
🪖War & Stories📖
"The girl finally found her house and lived happily ever after. The end." He claps and leans back like the just ended the war.
"What was that?" I snort.
Hayden gives me a disgusted look, "What, not enough princessey stuff for your liking?"
"Well," I start, fidgeting with my gloves, "Maybe if you actually tried to do something for once. Something easy like, I don't know, just telling a well stru...
Corporate Buzz
So many thoughts. Email notifications. Meeting and task reminders. Unmet desires. No time for anything, when overwhelmed by everything.
I close my laptop and lay back on my bed. Close my eyes and try to clear my mind. An ambitious thought of meditating. I grab my phone, as if to open my guided meditation app, and go immediately to Instagram instead.
I scroll through the posts. The stories. The r...
My Milford- Chapter 2
14th of October, 1901, The English Countryside
It was a cold morning and the rain was gently beginning to fall against Jessalyn’s bedroom window. It was one of those mornings where everything was perfectly peaceful and even the birds were chirping louder and more joyfully than usual. Until it wasn’t.
“Jessalyn!” Her mother yelled, banging on her door to the point where she really should have gott...
My Milford- Chapter 1
3rd of October, 1901, The English Countryside
“How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos?” Elizabeth Lockhart sighed, her brunette curls falling into her eyes.
“Stop trying to be philosophical, Eliza. It’s not working,” Jessalyn Samuels snapped as she got up and moved to the blackboard. It was well worn now, with a huge gash down the middle where a certain William Car...
An Argument of Chaos And Order
Once their was nothing; then there was everything, but, before that, there were the storytellers.
A shapeless voice echos from the ethereal void, “For the story, I would want there to be order. A structure beyond design, I want everything to be tightly controlled. Everything should be my plan and my image.” Swirls of the misty beyond begin to swirl. Items begin to take shape like flames in a...
Broken Pieces
Life never goes as planned. It’s never perfect nor an absolute mess. It goes through every unexpected turn you throw at it.
I learned at a very young age, that you can’t stay on track if you close your eyes. I’d sat at my desk writing stories about millions of situations. But, how does one tell a well structured story, when their life is absolute chaos....
Chaos
How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos?
Chaos is normality is it not? Reality is we’re all living in our own chaos. Whether that be the overflow of bills, the 9-5 job and keeping on top of house work and let’s not forget the children don’t forget them!
Chaos is realistically life, if life wasn’t though and we didn’t have those speed bumps or those surprises. Be ...
Light in The Dark
How does one tell a well structured story, when life is absolute chaos? How can one gather their broken fragments and call it a life? That's not what this is. This is no story. This is not a life. It is survival. Stumbling day by day desperate to follow the sun into tomorrow. Following the light as to not be engulfed by darkness. The Darkness.
It's in everyone nowadays, nobody is born from the li...