Writing Prompt

Debris

With a story

Not written on paper

sourced through energy and our eyes

Old items

With mud

Just a beautiful disguise

Shirts labeled with names

That lasted through rain

No signs of pain

organized thinking

A glass for Sunday night drinking

A net I bet an animal couldn’t escape from

Promising signs the animal did escape

A mess that looks distressed

Bound with beautiful memories at bes...

Beach detritus. You always hope you’ll find Aladdin’s lamp or the corner of a buried treasure chest when you comb the beach. But there is always just beach detritus. And people’s garbage. People can be so disgusting. That’s when I saw it. Lying there amongst the mostly empty food containers and wrappers. A gold ring with a diamond.

The diamond ring glinted in the sunlight. A special ray o...

Aleila dug through the rubble, hoping to find something.

Anything.

Why did this happen?

She didn't know.

The hurricane had come so unexpectedly.

Thousands had died.

But it was her fault.

She had let down her guard.

She heard someone yelling her name behind her.

Percy.

His beach shirt was unbuttoned from lifeguard training, and his black hair blew in all directions from the wind.

He was tan with d...

The sun was beating down and my skin was on fire. The sand was stuck on my skin and was in my long dark blonde hair. as I struggled to get up to my feet I noticed there was peices of wood on the shore.

I managed to prop myself up I didnt see the ship anymore. I dont remeber the day prior and I didnt see the rest of the crew that was on the ship. “Im finally free” I uttered to myself. I had been ...

People always say ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’ ,but they don’t live by it.

I was only lived by this saying. When I was young I remember me, my brother, and my parents going to the local landfill to look around for anything of use/value. Always came out empty handed for anything of value, but always came out with something that was useful. Until we did find something.

It was just ...

“Today you will be cleaning up the beach as punishment. I expect it to be cleared by the end of the week.” Mr. Tyr unfolded a chair with his remaining hand and sat down to watch us clean the dirty beach as our community service. I had been caught underage drinking and I stepped on a policeman’s foot so I was punished with cleaning up the beach.

I had started to clean it up, picking the less dirt...

I walk along the beach

Thinking of the times

When I see the tide come

It brings with it something new

As the the tide rises and falls

I see as it brings something dark

A new day a new dawn

A sword from the war

Bottle with a note in a language

Scared of what I see

I hope the war is not coming

The ocean waves comes again

But then the tide fades away...

The sun, it lit

Up all the world

That place where waves

All pulled and curled

And in a glimpse

Of gleaming light

The flotsam brought

A newfound sight

I saw you there

Among the bones

Among the shells

Among the stones

I reached for you

And caught but air

And saw but sand

When you’d been there

I chased the foam

In search of you

All washed away

In shades of blue

So far away!

The wind, it cries

It...

The wind whipped around, the smell of salt on the wind, as Shelly strolled along the pebble beach, only the sound of her footfalls her company. She meandered along, not really focusing on anything in particular, when a soft and pleasant humming drew her eye to the horizon. A shape, bobbing up and down where the pewter sky met the ocean grew larger and larger as the humming free louder and louder. ...

Amongst the pile of shit and grime was something shiny. This interested me, because I am a big fan of shiny things. I hope from branch to beam to clutter to reach it, and I pull it out with my beak. It’s a long loop of connected smaller loops of metal. Attached to it is a small line of metal, perpendicularly crossing a longer line of metal. It’s the same shape I see on top of some roofs of some bu...