Every other Tuesday is my prompt group! This time around, I liked what I did for the prompts. Instead of posting what I wrote, I’m going to post the prompts first. If you want to, write them! You can leave a comment or do a pingback so I know to go read your writing.
- The stark, bleak wastelands of Wyoming (3 minutes)
- This image:
Picture provided by Suleman, I’m not sure where it came from.
All right, now that you’ve done that, here’s what I wrote. I hope we came up with some completely different stuff.
- Well, this is where the buffalo roam and the deer and antelope play. If only a discouraging word could be heard seldom. Instead, my mother keeps telling my baby brother to calm down and we’re bound to find a bathroom soon. Though, it seems unlikely since we haven’t seen a person in an hour and then it was some uber-psyco cyclist with seven gallons of water in her saddlebags and a ham radio strapped on the back.
- No matter how low I crouch, there are always those smaller than me. No matter how small I feel, there will always be those lower. It’s a funny thing in life, that you are never the bottom of the barrel. There’s always someone lower down, someone looking up to you thinking “Dang, i wish I was where that guy is.”
This time, they were physically shorter than me. Their whole lives, the twins had wished they were taller, were able to see over lunch counters, could sit on a bench without jumping first. And myself? Well, I despised my height. Always looking down on people from a height I didn’t want. I had to duck through doorways, pretend I wanted to wear shorts all year long, and hope the celing was high enough in a hotel shower.
No matter how low I got, I was never lower than them, figuratively and literally. Their height brought them down the way mine did. It’s funny when you’re at extremes of the spectrum, you see the middle in the same light.
How did these prompts go for you?
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