Writing Prompt

I sit and listen to the clinking of Silverware against the rushing of water. The Glasses and Mugs were done about a minute ago, and the Bowls & Plates will be next. I can sense the stillness of your work which is contrary to what I was told: a few years back, you used to accidentally end the life of one Dinnerware quite a number of times. They say you are still clumsy even now, only more careful t...

I am shiny and new, no one has ever used me before. I was just taken out of the dark box I was put in. I was in that dark space for what seemed like a long time. I remember the day I was born... it was so exciting coming alive! I was born, then I was boxed up right away, but now I can see everything again! Being picked up and scanned to go to my new home was the best day of my life! I was removed ...

I am just doing my job. This is what I was made for. I provide a service, one I’d like to think was important. Health is important to humans, right?

But everyday, everyday...they stand on me. It hurts, but I can take the physical pain. It’s the emotional pain I can’t handle. The cursing, the insults. I’m sorry I am accurate!

I’m just the bathroom scale. Please don’t hate me so....

they trample me

beneath their feet

spread dirt through the entirety

of my being

only noticing me

when the accumulation of their filth

becomes a hinderance to them

i remain beneath them

always

and as I observe

i can’t help but wonder

if the life I live

is indicative of humans relationships

to all other things...

A house is filled with knifes

Plates, cups and spoons.

Necessities like towels,

Water and food.

But no one discusses

The Dispenser:

The person who is used.

They are expected to give

They are used...

They are almost never given,

Like a maid with no pay

They’re only allowed to “do.”

Eerie as the night

They lie in wait

For another bruise.

They are expected to be quiet—Shh!

e v e n y o u ...

They don’t even realise I’m looking. They don’t even realise I see and hear everything. I’m relatively new to the family but my name’s been called more than any other member of the household. More than mum. More than Dad. More than little bro Tyler (age 8) and even more than the moody teenager Jess - who I believe may actually be nocturnal.

Can you guess my name? I’ll give you a clue: I’m extreme...

Everything in my house is moving,

Everything in my house is grooving,

Everything in my house is singing in it’s soothing voice.

Everything in my house is dancing without a choice, clinging close because of it’s insecurities.

Only one thing stands inanimate with his maturities.

My bed, for as long as I have rested my head or sat there after a fit.

As i’ve said and i’ll repeat it again.

Everything i...

The moment I hear a knock, I know that I’m about to be swung wide open. I anticipated it; sometimes, I even relish at the thought of it.

They come, and they go; off to do whatever it is they do in the mornings. But they always come back, weary and exhausted, sometime later along the day. It seems as if they are a creature of habit, well, for those who return, anyway.

Among this tribe of seemingl...

I am the entry. I see all that enter and leave. I see some enter but who don’t leave and some leave that who don’t enter. I can’t say what’s inside but I do know that the walls talk and they speak of terrible things. I only know of a furnace, tucked down in the depths of this crooked house, blazing endlessly. Like me?...

My home is like many others. I like it very much.

I am the dogs’ favorite chair. They love to sleep or rest on my top. I have a good view of people cooking in the kitchen for the dogs. They are such beggars. Their is usually either a dog toy or a tennis ball on me. My top is sagging and soft due to the dogs. My favorite dog who is usually on me is the larger of the two dogs.

Their mothe...