I was on the beach
to find a piece of me
but instead I found
a piece of you.
It wasn’t what I was
but it was still
a dream come true. Read more »
This was a prompt from a creative writing class I had over the Summer. We had to start our piece with "Once Upon a Time" and end it with "dark and stormy night."
Once upon a time.
Was it really so long ago?
When will life feel normal?
I won't ever know.
Struggling, hissing, violence,
Still ringing in my ears.
My face appears dry,
But I still feel the tears.
Another day gone by,
Searching for the light,
Alone in the crowd;
Just another dark and stormy night.
Honestly, I have never told anyone this before and I can tell it’s not going to go well if I do. Gee, you know, I was going to tell Charles, but, it just didn’t come. I forgot what I had been planning to say and Charles thought I was a whacko. An idiot. He didn’t say it, but it was obviou. It was so embarrassing. You see because of this, I have sworn never to tell anyone. I would be a complete disaster. It would spread throughout the school like things do, and then my sister would find out and she’d tease me about it ‘til I left for college, (Call that 6 years). And then it would get throughout the state. People would know me by it. On vacation people would see me they’d say, “Hey it’s-.” Sigh. It would be bad. That’s why I’m never telling -NO! I am going to tell someone. Read more »
Green is the way spring smells
The way it looks after a good day of raining
Green is the Heart of the fresh sapling
Greenwood of Life
Green is the way summer tastes
The richness of homegrown vegetables
Green is the Pine tree reaching to the sky
Forevergreen of Vermont
I challenge you to write a limerick about something you are learning in school. Maybe you are learning about the incarnations of Vishnu. Write about him as Rama or Kalki. About recycling. About geography. It doesn't matter. It should be silly (tends to be the nature of a limerick), and informative at the same time. Who knows, if it is informative enough, you could even turn it in for extra credit! * hint hint*
Anyway, I would really like to hear what you have to say about this.
Link: school prompt
A story idea that's always appealed to me: entitled "The Crossing Guard."
They're everywhere. Standing at the crosswalks near the schools every day, stopsign in hand, waiting. They're there in the rain, in the snow, in the blazing heat with those heavy traffic vests. They often look a little strange, or a little lost; some of them are clearly there because it's the only job they can get. Some of them talk, some don't. Some make jolly conversation and some sulk or glare. Some of them act a little shady, or follow you to the library, or ask you for money, or what your favorite color is. You smile or nod or say "thanks" in a rushed sort of stranglement and move on.
Then, at four, they disappear. Nobody thinks of them after that. No one really thinks of them at all, but between four PM and seven AM, they don't exist. Only they do, really. I may have mentioned that they sometimes look or act a little strange. I'm sure they each have a story. Maybe it's a happy story, likely it's a sad one. Maybe it's a love story, or a beggar story, or an inner-demons story. Who knows? I'd like to.
So go forth, and find me a real or an imaginary crossing guard. Create a blog entry. Use the tag: Crossing Guard. Tell me where they go at four. Tell me why they are who they are. Tell me what they're like, and what they like, and how they're here. Make them people.
(BONUS: if you want super-kudos from me, and want to maybe make someone's day, try interviewing a real crossing guard and telling me a true story! I'd be as excited as they would be.)
Most of us are just getting to the age when sometimes they don't step out into the road for us anymore. Sometimes, though, they still do.
A poem of Dark Shadow's blog got me thinking about this, and I haven't really seen a prompt like it on YWP yet, so I thought I'd give it a shot.
Lately I've been thinking a lot about technology and its intergration into our lives. Already, it influences nearly every aspect of it, how we communicate, how we socialize, how we learn. And as technology makes advances, it becomes further and further intergrated into our society. But at what point does it become too intergrated? Is it when it is nigh impossible to distinguish man from machine? What happens when technology becomes so advanced that we start augmenting our own bodies because technology is more efficient? Many works in the sci-fi genre deal with this question, perhaps most notably Blade Runner (a great sci-fi epic starring Harrison Ford, based on a book by Issac Asimov called: Do Androids Dream Of Electronic Sheep? (which is also amazing)), and if you happen to play video games, the Deus Ex series. They also deal with one other important question, and the focus of this prompt:
What does it mean to be human? What characteristics make us unique, make us who we are? If humans were to start augmenting themselves with technology, would they still be human, or something more?
Feel free to respond to any of the questions posed in the first paragraph as well. As for the prompt, you don't have to respond to all three of them at once, pick and choose whatever you feel like writing about.
Limerick needs to be an official genre, by the way!
Well, it’s officially March, so time for another Limerick prompt. In the spirit of March, your new task is to:
Write one or two five line limericks about spring! A bunny, flowers, more snow, green leaves, whatever it is wherever you are that represents spring to you. Here’s a challenge though! The last word of your (first) limerick must be “Leprechaun”. If you choose to do a set of two (which I encourage, because hey, the more the merrier!), then the last word of your second limerick must be a type of flower (anything will do, tulip, daffodil, petunia, rose, etc...).
This one’s a bit more complicated than the last, and remember, you don’t have to do both sets of limericks, but I hope everyone gives it a shot!
Thanks for all the responses to my last prompt, and I hope people have fun with this one two! Best of luck!
I have Konz.
He is whatever I want him to be.
Mostly he resembles a small kitten.
But when I need protecting, he becomes a huge lion.
I love my Konz.
But recently, Konz has been hiding.
I don't think he knows, but I've been needing him.
He has been hiding in the memory of my childhood.
I don't want my Konz to disappear.
I don't want him to leave.
I fear he has.
I miss my Konz.
I'm never too old for my Konz.
I think he thinks I think I am.
I want my Konz to snuggle with at night.
I need my Konz to ward off the bad, loomy creatures from the dark.
Konz, come home.
Do you have a Konz?
Do you need your Konz?
Don't deny it, everyone needs a Konz at some point.
Call your Konz home.
Let him know he is needed.
Let him know, age one or eighty-two,
nobody is too old for their Konz.
Hello, all. This is the result of the creative writing class I'm currently in. We were given a prompt- we were given ten words and had to use at least eight of them in a poem, which we had seven minutes to write. We were not allowed to cross anything out or go back and revise it. I thought I'd put it up here, seeing as I kind of like it.
The silence is a cacophany
An elephant in the room
A stop sign for the thoughts
Of everyone in the ballroom
If we took the silence outside Read more »
I didn't see it coming. I could tell it was serious. We sat, my sister, mother, father, and I in a circle. The Christmas tree added to the soft atmosphere, as well as the lights, which rather glowed than illuminated. It was intense. My parents wanted to talk. What could this mean? I honestly didn't know what was about to happen. What was about to change my life forever. Read more »
"I'm sorry Lizzie, it just isn't working for us." He said from across the diner table.
"Yeah, of course, I understand." Cristy said.
He stood up and walked out the door. Cristy watched him as he walked over to a blond woman standing right outside his car and kissed her on the lips.
"Damn men." She cursed. *Ugg, I swore I would quit didn't I. BUT he didn't even know my name!*. She thought as she picked out a cigarette case out of her purse. A cute dark haired waiter walked to her table.
"May I get you something miss?" He asked and smiled. *Oh, I love his dimples*. Read more »
July 18th, 11:34 am
"I'll be back in a sec' okay?" I said as I stepped onto the parking garage elevator.
July 18th, 3:08 pm
Everyone gathered around the massive ground-zero-like area, there was an elevator chute and an ambulance in the center. The rest was simply debris of a parking garage, or what had been a parking garage that morning. Nothing fancy, something tragic.
July 19th, 10:01 am
The wooden box containing the corpse of a man was lowered six feet below the ground, everyone around him was dressed in black.
Looking through the window I see a girl
A girl looking back at me
We stare at eachother for a long time
I see she has no shoes and it is winter
she also has no jacket
at that moment I look back into the restaurant
i am sitting in
it is cozy and warm
my jacket is hanging on the chair behind me
i feel lucky to have one
i look back through the window
but she is gone
i will never see her again
but now i have a new appreciation for my own life
but i can't help but wonder where she is
or if she is ok
or what her story was
that girl i saw through the window
We are sponsoring a Web-only prompt -- Vermont 2059 A.D.: It's the year 2059 and you are walking down the main street of your home town. Tell a story about what you see. Introduce some characters, perhaps from your "past" and show how you've changed, the town has changed.
We will have cash awards for a few of the winning selections. And you may get an opportunity to read your piece with professional authors during the Quadracentennial Celebration in Burlington.
To submit, click "create content" and create an entry. Choose the Prompt2 keyword of "32. Vermont--2059"
This is the deadline for the YWP Annual Farming prompt. This year we'd like you to write about why farming is important to Vermont. Suggest a way that farms could be saved, if you'd like. Or write about a farming experience or a farmer you know.
Cabot Cheese and St. Albans Cooperative Creamery are each donating cash for awards to top stories, essays or poems submitted.
Winners will be announced in June.
28. Neighbor’s view. How would your neighbors describe you in 100-200 words without using adjectives?
Alternate: An object. Choose an object that is important to you. Describe it without telling what it is (except in a note at the end).
Deadline: May 1.
Professor_Zoom and I challenged each other to write a short story that both began with the sentence "The sea was filled with angry monkeys." and contained the phrase "hairy ocean fruit." We made this challenge on monday, it is now wednesday, so our time has been limited. We have also not read each others stories. I look forward to reading his.
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So, this was an idea me and secular.mosh.pit. had, where we decided to try and write a short story. There was one main condition: We had to start the story with the sentence "The sea was filled with angry monkeys", and figure out the rest of it from there. The one other requirement was that the phrase "hairy ocean fruit" had to be used at least once in the writing. So, without further ado, here is what I hope you will see as an extremely bizarre piece of writing.
The ocean was filled with angry monkeys. Not just any monkeys, mind you, but angry ones. And you won’t like them when they’re angry. I should know. Pardon me, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Edward Fox, professional monkey fisherman. Now, when I said “angry monkeys”, I mean it. Normally they’re all docile, just floating peacefully in the waves like hairy ocean fruit, ready to be picked.
Not so when there’s a storm at sea. Read more »
It rolls around in my purse
I have to shuffle through the loose change,
Through my books
My cell phone
My lip gloss
My CD player
My college paperwork—
(Jeesh, how much crud do I have in here?)
To find the goods:
The wad of Green.
I try to smile,
But I know
It’ll be all gone after
My jacked up college tuition sucks it into the void.
But for now…
Shopping spree anyone?
"Hey! That's my sister!"
"Omigod, have you heard..."
So many people,
So many words,
"I don't like her outfit"
"What am I s'posed to say?!"
It's amazing how much there is,
That we have to say,
Sputtering, spouting out,
A pure river of words,
Some quiet, some loud,
And many unheard,
Most in meaningless chatter,
There's no doubt about it,
But honestly, how on earth, Read more »