Write a story using strong imagery representing the passage of time during a scene.
Here you could utilise typical time-based imagery, like ticking clocks, the changing colour of leaves etc, or you could create some interesting metatphors of your own.
Couldn’t we just stay
‘Stead of turning the tides?
Watching it fade away
Til the end of our lives?
They’re pictures, not mirrors
Couldn’t we just stay?
The mist’s growing clearer
And blurs what they say
Our ties are all frayed
With this time-driven sorrow
Couldn’t we just stay
And try again tomorrow?
The future is calling
But keep it at bay
Before we go falling
Couldn’t we just stay?...
I held out my cup
For a drink
From the fountain of youth
As the water
Flowed over the sides
I could see
Peek up from the pool
For a change
To appear in my eyes
I had thought
That the curse of old age
Could be cured
With a sip
From a fountain’s clear pour
But the fog
It was all a mirage
That left me
Than ever before...
Death is a necessary evil
I can admit that much is true
The world gives and takes at random
There is not much you can do
Though maybe the most unfair of all
That makes the strongest cry
How many lives are snatched away
Without a chance to say goodbye?
She passed away in the dead of night
Her room deserted, completely bare
He overdosed in the hotel tub
And no one else was there
Two cars col...
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Dirt to dirt and rust to rust
No matter the value of human life
In the end we all harden, cold as ice
The wealthy in his mausoleum
The beggar decaying in the slums
Each have their final resting place
To sleep in honor or disgrace
But inside caskets carved from trees
And bodies thrown into the seas
Each man becomes terrestrial trash
We are all nothing more than ...
How was the world created? As I asked myself this question, I looked around at the things surrounding me. There was only one person, a young lady wearing a pink cardigan.
Why was the world created? Why..? The lady in the pink cardigan still there, slowly sipping her coffee. My eyes burning from not blinking, tears running down my face.
I wiped them away, and stared off into space again. This ha...
In the heart of a quaint little town, nestled among towering trees and cobblestone streets, there stood an old clock tower. Its sturdy structure, adorned with intricate carvings, had witnessed the ebb and flow of time for centuries. As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue upon the town, the clock tower came alive with a symphony of ticking and chiming.
The hands of the clock, like anci...
Five zero zero at fifty percent then start
A dim light, spinning glass carousel
Whirring sloshes through my head
Gravy thoughts of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes swirled,
supernaturally bright green peas,
and a luminous square of cherry compote
sunset orange and avocado green tv tray
Permission to stay up with Nightstalker or Columbo
Prying open oven hot aluminum edges
Mandy’s Fitbit buzzed on her wrist telling her she had 10 more minutes to get 250 steps before 4:00 p.m. She strode briskly to the office copier and back then was rewarded with her Fitbit buzzing on her wrist again to let her know she had achieved her hourly step goal. Only 3,427 more to go before 10:00 p.m. to achieve her daily goal.
She returned to her desk planning to send out a few emails...
Red stains on the carpet set
Red leaves on the trees left
The well dried up
The rain ceased to fall
The grass died
Under a sound proof slab of glass
Rustled in a voiceless wind
In the swirling thunder of the day
The well still dry
And yet water flowed
And the red stain was set
Next to the foot prints that never left....
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