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.
This week I've realized that I hardly write anything anymore. I've decided to start battling writer's block, and what I came up with is more like a week or month long project, maybe longer, but it is fun and it is interesting. Simply step back and observe the what is interesting and beautiful - or maybe not so beautiful - about the people around you, and write it down in a poem. This can be taken so far in so many ways. But there are always a few people you always write poetry about... so instead, try writing about some or all of the following:
- someone close to you that usually isn't the subject of your poetry (fresh meat)
- someone you only knew for a week or two (say, someone at a summer camp you went to)
- someone you barely know, like someone you glance at in the hallways at school but never talk to (super fresh meat)
Go forth and use your best observation skills!
I am a ghost. Heard, but never seen.
I am a ghost. I am in the walls.
I am a ghost. Do not fear me.
I am a ghost. Life after death is not desirable as it turns out.
A/n: Hey guys thanks for reading that. Now I have a little impromptu prompt here. Using the following statement as your first lines make a piece that finishes this story. (I will be writing one as well, at some point.)
I am a ghost. Life after death is not desirable, as it turns out. It was funny really, how I got to be this way.
A/n: Please, please, PLEASE use some sort of way to show me that you’ve written one. I really would love to see these. Thanks so much. (INTERRUPTION from GG: Use the keyword: zeusprompt ... so that we can see what you've done with this idea!)
Also, for those of you wondering where Lily is, so sorry I haven’t posted her character sketch yet, as school has caught up to me hard. Ill be back soon, just please,(SPOILER) its harder to write a double persona character sketch, when one contains spoilers to the story that people may not want to see.
I just kind of felt like posting a prompt! Here goes:
Write a poem (of any kind) about your favorite book, or any book I suppose! Pretty simple...
It's pretty much open to interpretation, so have at it, if you dare.
Yeah, this is more or less for people like me who enjoy prompts, no matter how silly they are. Sometimes I wish more people put prompts out there haha. Well, good luck!
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