Writing Prompt
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Writer
I am a writer. That’s what I say to myself. I used to say “I want to be a writer”, but I’ve realised that I already am. Of course, I may not be a paid author or work in my… Continue reading
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Thursday WriteO Setting Prompt: Saturated
When Isla stepped into the fairy’s burrow, she expected there to be an abundance of trinkets and leaves, and so wasn’t prepared for the little hollow saturated in sap, pollen and petals. It wasn’t just a little bit of it,… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Decide
It’s too difficult to decide,What to write about in this poem,Or how to pick a theme,Or even why to write the poem at all. It’s too difficult to decide,I’m just so tried,My fingers are slow,And my thoughts rugged. It’s too… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Sitting
I sit at my desk a lot more than I used to. Every now and then it gets cluttered again but I’m getting a lot better at cleaning it off and sitting down at it to actually get work done.… Continue reading
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Saturday WriteO Prompt: Clap
Oskar had waded through the remnants of the town for over a day, not finding anything important or useful in the rubble. His stomach was grinding with anxiety and hunger, worrying about what was going to happen when it finished… Continue reading
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Thursday WriteO Setting Prompt: Bag
The sprite slipped into her hand-bag, falling in between the small gaps of jumbled objects as she jostled it in her walk. When they finally came to a stop, the hand-bag was thumped once more, dropped onto a counter and… Continue reading
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I’ve Revived my Writeometer
Years ago I download an app called Writeometer. I stopped using it for a long time because of my inability to keep a schedule and the big low of my writing years but have recently cleansed it and started using… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Warden
Sometimes I feel small, Like I’m curling into a ball, As if making myself small, Will make life feel less threatening, Sometimes it feels like I’m being swallowed, Like my body is being hollowed, Into the darkness, I am swallowed,… Continue reading
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Writing Prompt: Foreclosure
When I was younger, I moved a lot, Home was not a house, not a place, not a single spot, But I wanted that room, that place I always knew, I wanted my own space, known by few, But that’s… Continue reading