Monthly Archives: February 2016

Writing Prompt

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Here is a writing prompt from me. If you decide to go ahead and use it, I would love to see what you come up with:
Your Grandparents have died and you are going through their house, sorting out their personal belongings. What item do you find hidden that means a lot to you? It may be an item of clothing, book, ornament etc. Write a little story or poem about this item.

Here is mine:

Book of Passed

My fingertips trace the outline of the old, leather-bound cover, leaving dusty smears. The pages are yellowed with age, though the cellophane wrapped photos are still looking crisp. Faces of family that are all long forgotten, their memories remaining in this one precious book. Captures of irreplaceable moments and people I will never meet, yet they are somehow all a part of me. The old woman sat unsmiling at the fireplace mirrors my oval face and the young boy, laughing and playing golf has handed me down his thin lips.

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It’s all too much.

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Over Christmas I had two portfolios of writing to complete along with two essays for university. Now, I don’t mind writing a story here and there but I ended up having to write about seven stories and six poems. Over a short space of time that is a lot of writing. Needless to say, I really struggled. I ended up handing in this as one of my poems:

Writer’s block

Creatively drained – I’ve written and written and written and now my head is sore and empty. The blank page before me is craving doodles and words, but I have none left to give. Past pieces of paper have stolen them all away like burglars of ideas. Oh Facebook, calling out to me, I so wish to play your games, why are you trying to distract me? But the assignment’s due are glaring down at me like I’m a prisoner left with only one choice and that one choice is: to write.

And the lecturer hated it!