2024 Writing Prompts

Whatever

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Artist Unknown

My brother was a gifted artist

my sister was just all around loveable and good at everything.

My Dad was smart and my Mom was too

and when I was frustrated because nothing came to me naturally and I pretty much

failed at everything I have ever done- music, writing- the first few times I tried

all I heard was what I did was no big deal because anybody could write, anyone could

learn to play the guitar.

Maybe that’s why I don’t take the things I love to do very seriously.

Maybe that’s why I can’t put those things down and walk away.

The two things I can do, with some confidence aren’t a big deal

and anyone could do them-

and they could do it better

and maybe I should let them do it, instead of me.

 

31 Writing Prompts#9

Here FIshy Fishy Fish

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I have always presumed that when I leave this world, I will be alone.

Maybe my dog will be there, maybe I’ll have a cat by then.

I’ve been considering getting an aquarium and I thought it would be nice to fill it with

tropical fish.

I wonder what it would be like to be a fish and have to watch the world outside rot

away and what it would be like to not feel anything about it one way or another.

It must be nice, to be a fish in a fish tank.

Don’t you think?

Photographer Unknown

31 Writing Prompts#8

It’s Quiet Today

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Artist Unknown

How long has it been since I wondered about anything strange or scary or even a little morbid and dreary?

Shouldn’t it worry me, just a little,  that sunlight has crept into my soul and is making me see the world like everybody else?

 

Daily Writing Prompt: #2682

When It Rains

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Inspired by Weekly Prompts: GARDEN

Photographer Unknown

Some people think that there is nothing more sad then when it rains during a funeral

and you can’t hear the service because all you can hear is the sound of the rain drops

hitting your umbrella.

Sadder then that is knowing that the rain will not feed or make anything live in this

regrettable garden.

Photographer
Aaron Swift
2008

I don’t feel that way.

I think the thought of it raining upon a cemetery when nobody

is there  to hold an umbrella over their heads

to  wish for bluer, gentle skies

and all the sleeping dead have to hear

are the sounds of the rain hitting the empty ground above them is the saddest thing of all.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Bear Creek Cemetery
Woodinville WA