Prompt #256

Prompt- "Write from the point of view of the only tree left in the forest..."

I awaken... I remember that something happened... What was it?... My clouded mind struggles to remember what happened.... Images start coming and then the emptiness hits.

I remember, now, what great, terrible thing brought the emptiness. My mind expands and I marvel at how barren the vast expanse of my consciousness has grown. They are all gone, the smoke-belching metal beast took them away. Why I am still here, perhaps I will never know. All I know is that the grandeur that once filled these hills rolling around me, has now been demoted to a shocking nothingness.

Reality sets in... They are gone now, and any who would offer compassion in this tragedy, are immobile and ignorant of recent events. I seem to be the only one to notice the sudden gap in the world. I have to face this alone, which means that there is no need to feign bravado. My real courage will show as I grow majestic and sturdy on this hill; all because I took time.

I will start over, this wasteland will once again be lush and beautiful someday. That day I will tower over the world, a place that I will no longer recognize.

Prompt #100

Prompt- "Write for 10 minutes using 'I used to think...' as your starter.

                I used to think that speaking meant everything. Those who speak well were the ones who made it in life. If you were shy, or stumbled over words, you weren’t going anywhere useful. That’s what I used to think.

                I used to think that meaning something meant something.

                Now I see that all those politicians and talk show hosts who are quick with words and charismatic beyond belief, all have writers. All they do is present what someone already perfected. When writers go on strike, things shut down, and when they come back, the words begin again to flow from the mouths of the famous. Like a model is to clothes, and a frame is to a masterpiece. Speakers are simply the vase to the flowers. They are the presenters of works already written.

                I also see now that being behind the scenes is where the true glory lies, if the passion for the writing is present. To be truly successful is to do something that you love and do it honestly without stepping on others to get where you want to be. Money isn’t success. Clothes aren’t success. Being on TV and adored by millions isn’t success.

I used to think that only speakers were successful, but now I know that they need help and the success is not always long lasting. They are targets for the good and the bad, but the writers often bring the good. We make ourselves who we are, and being the best we can be is being truly successful.

Writing Prompts

Okay, I found this website that gives 346 creative writing prompts. I am going to start doing these as often as I can. Most of them will be fun, but some might not turn out right. I'm going to have fun with them and I hope they will be fun to read.

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Water Tower Town

My birthday buddy (Scotty McCreery- yes we have the exact same birthday!) has a song on his album Clear as Day called "Water Tower Town." This could be written about my Water Tower Town! Here are the lyrics- compliments of CowboyLyrics.com:
"In a water tower town, everybody waves
Church doors are the only thing thats open on Sundays
Word travels fast, wheels turn slow
Yeah workin' hard and livin' right is the only life we know

Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Fireflies come out when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town

Well your friends a friend, and your words your word
And our pick up trucks, they ain't for lookers they're made for workers
Corn grows high, crime stays low
There's little towns everywhere where everybody knows

Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
And the girls come out, when the sun goes down
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town

Friday night football games, sweet tea goes good with anything
Two feet quiet makes such a beautiful sound
Nobody eats till you say Amen, and everybody knows your mama's name
You can see who loves who from miles around, in a water tower town

Yeeeaahh in a water tower town"

Yeah... Maybe not exactly, but definitely very, very close!


THANKS BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!! :D