As many of you know, I am an English major, trying to become a professional creative writer. I'm trying to improve my writing skills because honestly, I'm only okay. The best way to improve is to practice. I've decided to do daily writing prompts (almost every day). They range from poems, to descriptions, to songs, to short stories, to anything really... and they're all to expand my creative writing output.
I'm going to be posting all my prompts here on my blog if anyone is interested. They're just dumb little things, but if anyone wants to read them, here you are:
#1- Friendship: Write about being friends with someone.
Friends
“Hey, loser!”
“What’s up, weirdo?”
“Did you see that link I sent you?”
“Oh yeah! I was laughing so hard!”
“I know, right?”
“The stupid guy! When he falls down!”
“I know!”
““Wuuuuuuuut!?””
“I know!!! I was laughing so hard, I was actually crying!”
“Oh my goodness... So dumb!”
“Yeah... So we’re still seeing the movie on Friday, right?”
“Obviously!”
“Awesome! I am so PUMPED!”
“Me too! I have literally been counting down the days!”
“Nerd. Just kidding. I have a counter here on my phone. See?”
“Ha! Look at my background. It’s from the movie poster, but I changed the colors a little.”
“Oh my gosh! That is the effin’ coolest thing I’ve ever seen! Send it to me! We can be screen buddies!”
“Oh yeah, totally!”
“Oh, I just got a text from Jan. I gotta go.”
“Alright. I’ll see you on Friday then.”
“Wouldn’t miss it!”
“Don’t forget to send me that picture.”
“I won’t.”
“See ya, sucker.”
“Bu-bye, mah homie.”
#2- The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?
Never Ceasing
Fluttering, unrequited
Ever increasing
I think about him day and night
Never ceasing
Pounding, pounding
My heartbeat increasing
I think about him late at night
Never ceasing
Unnoticed, unseen
My pain is increasing
But my love will go on
Never ceasing.
#3- The Vessel: Write about a ship or other vehicle that can take you somewhere different from where you are now.
The Old Red Pick Up Truck
It was a small, red, clunky old pickup truck. Stupidest thing you ever saw. My older brother actually owned it before me and someone else had it before him... and most likely someone else had it before them. It was so old.
It went zero to sixty in 1.5 years. Every time I got on the highway, I would floor it and would still have people tailgating me before I could reach the appropriate speed. One time this Volkswagen actually collided with my bumper because I was going so slow. A Volkswagen! If it were some sort of sports car, that would be a little less embarrassing, but a Volkswagen?
There’s still a small dent in the bumper of my pickup, but it is hardly noticeable amongst the other dents, chipping paint, and sun damage covering the entire exterior. My favorite place to stare at is the giant white sun spot on the hood. It is sort of shaped like a horse. Sometimes when I’m stuck in traffic, I’ll stare at the spot and try to picture the horse running. If only I could get on its back and ride away with it. It would probably be faster than the rundown hunk of metal I was driving.
I am going away to college at the end of the summer. Four hours away from home and I have to drive the old red pick up truck all the way there. I sometimes wonder if it will make it.
But then I remember... although the air conditioner gives out at inconvenient times and the driver’s window doesn’t roll down. Even though it sometimes steams in weird places, and has a giant crack in the rear window. Even though the seats are uncomfortable, it smells like burnt rubber and old shoes, and it looks like it belongs in a junk yard, it has never let me down. Not once has it broken down on me or run out of gas at an inconvenient time. It has always reached its destination at any cost.
So it may be a piece of junk, but it is a reliable piece of junk. As cheesy as it may sound, it is what’s inside that counts. And inside that ugly old red pick up truck is a good engine, ready to take me to college at the end of the summer.
#4- Dragon: Envision a dragon. Do you battle him? Or is the dragon friendly? Use descriptive language.
This Dragon
This dragon was not your typical dragon. He did not strike terror into the hearts of men from the mere sight of him like the other dragons. He did not live in a dark, damp cave all alone. This dragon loved the outdoors. He spent the large majority of his time basking in the sun, allowing the beams to warm his blue and orange scaly body. His scales patterned his entire body like a checker board and were small and did not lay flat against his body as they should. They stuck up more like feathers did. The other dragons sometimes teased him saying he looked like a giant colorful chicken. This dragon had a large frilled skin flap around his neck that fanned out whenever he got angry. He liked to think of it as a special necklace, but the other dragons said that it made him look like a silly little flower.
This dragon did not always feel like a dragon and when he looked at his reflection in the lake near his home in the Dark Mountains, he often thought he did not look like one either.
This dragon
did have a very bountiful treasure like the other dragons, but he kept it out in the open for all to see. He did not hoard it away and spit fire at anyone who came near it. In fact, this dragon wished others would take it. He had no desire to keep it.
The other dragons laughed at him for being so careless. “One day you will have no treasure, then what will you do?” they would ask.
This dragon only laughed back, “What do I do with it now? Stare at it? Stroke it? Count it over and over as you do?” He would laugh again. “Why not give it to someone who can use it?”
The other dragons still did not understand how this dragon could simply give away his precious gold, silver, and jewels. Now, all manner of creatures were coming to the Dark Mountains to retrieve some of this dragon’s treasure. Knomes, elves, fairies, trolls, even humans dared to come. And this dragon shared with all of them.
One day, a young human girl came to retrieve some of this dragon’s treasure. Gladly, he gave her some. As she chose her prize, she rested her small hand on his long, blue and orange tail. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him, “You are a good dragon.”
She took her chosen treasure and skipped away happily. And from that gesture, this dragon felt richer than any of the other dragons.
#5- Smoke, Fog, and Haze: Write about not being able to see ahead of you.
Searching for Julianne
“Julianne!”
Thomas nearly tripped over a protruding tree root as he staggered over the dirt path.
“Julianne, please come back!” he called into in trees.
There was no answer. The sun was nearly set and heavy clouds were rolling in over the mountains. It would be very dark soon and Thomas began to wish he had thought to bring a lantern; but he had rushed out so quickly, the thought had not even crossed his mind.
“Julianne!” he called out once again, “Come back, please! It’s getting dark!”
He carefully stepped over a fallen log and hurried onwards, his eyes scanning the fading surroundings for his fleeing fiancée.
“Julianne?” he shouted.
He sighed heavily after tripping over another tree root. It was getting harder to see. Julianne was still out there. Why did she have to be so impetuous and run out into the forest like this? He understood she was upset, but it was simply unwise to be out in the woods alone at night like this.
A low hanging branch hit him in the shin and he stumbled backwards, only to lose his footing over some loose rocks and fall right on the seat of his patched up breeches. Grunting in pain and annoyance, he got to his feet and squinted ahead into the darkness.
The sun was gone now and the thick clouds overshadowed everything in inky blackness. Thomas could not see the path any longer. The trees were no more than mere dark shadows that blended into the continuous black curtain ahead of him.
He heard a twig crack as if someone had stepped on it. The sound echoed through the darkness. Thomas’s head snapped in its direction. “Julianne?”
“Thomas?” a tiny, whimpering voice squeaked.
Thomas’s heart gave a jolt at the sound of his fiancée’s soft voice. He grappled the air in front of him as he took small, tentative steps forward.
“Julianne?” he called again, “Where are you?”
“Here,” Julianne’s voice came from his left.
Thomas took another step and nearly tripped over a protruding pebble in the dirt. He could hear it roll into the nearby brush. “Julianne,” he said, “Keep talking.”
“Alright,” Julianne replied, “You’re coming?”
“Yes, but I can’t see you. Keep talking so I know where to walk.”
“Alright. I’m over here... I’m sorry I ran out like that.”
“Well, I’m sorry about what happened,” Thomas replied as he placed a hand on a tree trunk to steady himself while he continued to move forward.
“Yes...” Julianne said slowly, “Are you really though?”
“What?” Thomas asked, concentrating on trying to climb over what he presumed to be a fallen tree.
“Did you mean what you said?”
Thomas stopped moving for a moment. “Yes, I did. Every word. I do not need your parents’ approval to marry you. I may not live a prestigious life is court or anything of the sort, but I still earn a living.”
He pushed aside a low hanging tree branch that had hit him in the face. He could tell Julianne was somewhere ahead of him. He tried blinking several times, as if to blink away some obtrusion in his eye, but the blackness remained and he could not see her.
“I know I cannot give you a lot, but if you will still have me regardless, I will give you everything I have and more... including my heart.”
There was silence. Thomas was engulfed in the blackness and he no longer knew where to go. It was almost suffocating. But then out of the darkness, he felt the gentle, warm touch of a delicate hand on his cheek.
“Of course I will have you Thomas.”