Writing Prompt
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WRITING OBSTACLE
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.
Writings
I sit still. I’m always still.
I watch as the waves move in and out.
In.
Out.
Like a steady breath.
The leaves above me change from green to yellow to orange to red before falling off their perch. They rot by my feet as the winter winds bristle by me.
Wicked cold and winter storm with crashing waves.
When it’s quiet, you can hear the crickets sing with the waves.
In, chirp.
Out, c...
The clock ticked once.
“I want to see other people.”
The clock ticked again. There was a defeaning silence all around, a vacuum, in which time didn’t exist. But it did, and the clock ticked once more.
“For how long?”
“For however long it takes.”
One more tick.
“I don’t want that. I want to be with you.”
“I’m sorry, then. I need something new, something fresh.”
“You feel we’ve been ...
Time, relentless in its passage,
Marches forward, forever in different,
Leaving in its wake a trail of memories,
Once ever so vibrant, and full of life,
Now tinged with the stains of regret.
For it is in the wake of reflection,
That the heart weighs the burdens of yesterday,
The could have’s, the if only’s,
And the heavy load of days gone by.
These are the quiet moments,
When the scale...
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
And watched
As the water
Flowed over the sides
I could see
My reflection
Peek up from the pool
Waiting
For a change
To appear in my eyes
Somehow
I had thought
That the curse of old age
Could be cured
With a sip
From a fountain’s clear pour
But the fog
Faded fast
It was all a mirage
That left me
More thirsty
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
4:59
Gravy thoughts of Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes swirled,
supernaturally bright green peas,
and a luminous square of cherry compote
3:13
sunset orange and avocado green tv tray
Permission to stay up with Nightstalker or Columbo
Prying open oven hot aluminum edges
1:46
Cuddled ...
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WRITING OBSTACLE
Humans traditionally have five main senses: create a new one.
You could draw inspiration from the senses of other animals or plants and describe how it would feel for humans, or you could invent a completely new sense!