%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |
Writing Assignments for 2016 |
|
Week 1 - Writing Prompts: Prompt 1 - Western Genre - Story - Judge: Fivesixer Prompt 2 - Romance Genre - Poetry Judge: Jellyfish ❤ EU Prompt 3 - Children's Genre - Story Judge: iKïyå§ama Prompt 4 - Music Genre - Poetry Judge: Fivesixer Prompt 5 - Folklore Genre - Story No Judge - points for entering and word count ONLY! (No specific prompts for this particular round!) Week 2 - Writing Prompts: Prompt 1 - I wish I could take it back - Poetry (Whatever comes to mind) Prompt 2 - It was odd to be in a room full of people who all seemed to look up to my dad like he was some kind of hero. A part of me wanted to see him through their eyes just for a moment. - Story (keep it going) Prompt 3 - After the storm - Poetry (Whatever comes to mind) Prompt 4 - "Tell me the whole story," he said calmly. "Take your time." - Story (keep it going) Prompt 5 - The Truth - Poetry Week 3 - Writing Prompts: Prompt 1 - Come up with a story where you combine the four elements (earth, air, water, fire) and add a little magic to it - Story - Judge: iKïyå§ama - #Peace Prompt 2 - Include the following into your poem: Sandman, Unforgiving, Time, Wasteland, Deceit, Shelter - Poetry - Judge: ☮Fivesixer Prompt 3 - Her thick glasses, her old-fashioned clothes, and her unidentifiable accent all gave off the impression she was from another place, another time. Perhaps she was. A time traveler. - Story - Judge: Jellyfish ~ On holiday! Prompt 4 - Write a poem based on the following Quote: In time of prosperity friends will be plenty; In time of adversity not one in twenty. ~ James Howell Judge: ☮Fivesixer Prompt 5 - Story - You are a ruler of the world.... Go with it! Week 4 - Writing Prompts: Prompt 1 - What goes inside the human mind when it comes to thoughts is an enigma. A mystery to the human eye. We cannot hear someone thinking, but with observation, we can see. Poetry - Judge: ☮Fivesixer Prompt 2 - Two people are having an argument over an item bought yet unnecessary. (Dialogue/Conversation - Action/Reaction - Visible character emotions - Show/Don't tell) Story - Judge: ☮Fivesixer Prompt 3 - In poetry form describe inner peace - the quiet of the soul - the place where you find that moment - Poetry - Judge: Jellyfish ✌❤ Prompt 4 - Parents and their young child - the sky is bleak, the food is scarce, their home taken away - Story - Judge: iKïyå§ama - #Peace Prompt 5 - There's an old house in a park in St. Louis, what used to be a plantation. They had slaves back in the day, but now it's said to be a haunted house. I'm not entirely sure of its history, but every time I drive by that place, I get that mournful feeling, a sadness and I always look at the same window. Is there a ghost haunting the park and the house that still stands? Tell me... - Story Judge: Gaby GoT a peace of chocolate Deadline: July 29th, 1:00 PM WdC Time  Late entries are accepted but won't count for submission points or judging.
|
| The Brain... works faster than a speeding train flitting from one point to another an interesting organ that controls the music played in church where the Pastor preaches about sin and love and I love others I love my husband I love my children who are such stinkers they keep me hopping they keep me busy going places such as youth group and soccer that's right... I'm a soccer mom but being a mom is the best especially to my furbabies my little chihuahua mixes my little barking doggies they bark at the littlest things and especially sounds when I'm home alone I have to play the TV I have to watch SVU it's my newest addiction after my addiction to dark chocolate peanut M&Ms yummm... they trigger the feel good point in... The Brain! Part free verse - part blitz poetry Following the train of thoughts in the brain! Word Count = 135 Line Count = 36 |
| Quiet Meditation... away from agitation no undue anxiety from unkind society will fill my soul Deeply Breathing... air that's cleansing filter out bad options poisonous toxins and purify my body Praying to Heaven... I hear, "You're forgiven." communing night and day with God, my mainstay renews my weary spirit Mind, body, soul... a trinity in whole continuous infusion my everyday solution for inner peace Free Verse WC = 64 |
| James found the place that he never lost. He had no intention of ever landing there. He had no intention of needing shelter from the elements. No, James was just an ordinary person on a journey of epic fear. At eight thirty on a boring Wednesday morning, James received a phone call from an unknown voice asking if he wanted to play a game. The voice said he could tell no one he was playing, but he could keep all of the prizes found along the way to the grand prize. Oh, and one more thing, if he didn't play, the voice said he would die. Die? James didn't understand all the details, but he was tired of living an average boring life and decided it was time to move out of his comfort zone. Of course, he didn't really have a choice. It was either play the game... or die. The voice on the phone told him to check his mailbox. His first clue would be inside. James raced to the box to find a note, three-hundred dollars, and a smartphone inside. The clue on the note told him to start walking east on his road. He could not return to the house. He couldn't get in his car. He could only go with the clothes on his back, the money, and the smartphone. James strode along. He didn't know if he should go fast or slow. He had no idea about the plan. However, he noticed several things he had never taken the time to notice before such as flowers, trees, birds, and clouds. He heard a babbling brook as it wound its way around the meadow. He felt the breeze as it tickled his hair and skin. James bent down to smell a wild rose on the road. It was one of those cliche moments, but he knew it had some important meaning. As he stood back up, the hair on his arms stood straight up. An arm reached around and a hand covered his face. He thought maybe he should fight, but it was too late. The world went dark. James had no idea how long he slept. Surely it must have all been a dream. But when he opened his eyes he saw the glow of a campfire and smelled the musk of a wet cave. As he looked at his surroundings, he confirmed what his nose already knew. James sat up and felt a wave of nausea as his head pounded with pain. He fought through it and sat until he could get his bearings and catch his breath. It was then that he noticed the writing on the wall. "This is the cave of eternal wanderings. There is only one way out, but you must solve the puzzle." Where did the writing come from? Someone had to leave it. For that matter, someone had to bring him here. He looked around, but could see no tunnel or opening, for that matter, in the cave walls. This truly was a puzzle. The most perplexing puzzle of them all. But he had always enjoyed puzzles, and if he worked at this one, he would figure it out. James first thought was to check the ground beneath him. Was it dirt or stone? Indeed, the ground beneath was hard-packed soil. The thought came to start shoveling, but that was nonsense. No one brought him here by shoveling and repacking the earth. No light came from above. However, James had no idea about the time of day, nor how long he had even been here. Then he remembered the smartphone. It was still in his pocket, so he checked the time. Four-thirty in the morning. That gave him a gauge of when to expect the sunlight. The campfire gave him a little light inside. Wait. Who started the fire? James grew more confused by the moment but knew he needed to continue. He felt the familiar rolling in his stomach, the air leaving his lungs, and tingling in his chest. Powerless to fight the rising panic, he sat down and tried to slow his breathing. Anxiety had become a great enemy in life. But this panic, this feeling of helplessness that washed over him, was of epic proportions in comparison to his normal attacks. But if he wanted to solve this puzzle and live to tell about it, he would have to get it under control. He practiced his breathing techniques until he could almost breathe normally again. It was time to study his surroundings with a deeper sense of awareness. The fire burned, but the cave didn't fill with smoke. There had to be an opening in the cave. He watched as the smoke curled up toward the ceiling of the cave. He saw the tiniest hint of light coming through. He checked his phone again. It was six. James realized he had not taken time to look at the smartphone. Maybe something on it would help him out. He looked through the apps but found nothing out of the ordinary. He had no bars, so he couldn't get on the internet to try to find answers. Then he noticed a missed message along with a missed voicemail. Would he be able to get those? He opened the text message. You have until noon to get out of the cave or the game is over. Well, that wasn't very helpful. He listened to the voicemail. "Try a little magic." Magic? Had he entered some alternate universe? Magic didn't exist. Did it? Besides, where would he find any magic down here? He looked under the place he slept. Nothing there. He searched all around the fire. He felt along the walls from the ground to as high as he could reach. After checking about half way around the cave like that, he almost missed it. Up to where he could barely reach, a button. So, he pressed it. The campfire turned off. The lightbulb began to flicker in his mind. Using the flashlight from the smartphone, James inspected where the fire had been. No burnt logs. No heat. Only a tunnel where before there was a fire. Keeping the flashlight on, James looked down in the tunnel. A ladder hovered just out of his reach. He had to chance it. He slid down as far as he could until his feet hit the top wrung of the ladder. Down, down, down he climbed. He climbed so far he and for so long, he became lethargic and hungry, but on he continued. His only option was to keep moving. But he could no longer go. He would take a short rest. He had to. James closed his eyes... "Mr. James? Mr. James?! Your session is over for today." "What session?" "Why, your hypnotherapy, of course. It was a very productive day." James got up and walked outside to familiar surroundings. He looked up at the brilliant blue sky and heard the sounds of a busy little town. When James turned around to look at the building he had just left, it was boarded up. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was the new smartphone he had found in his mailbox. However, it was now a week later. James didn't remember ever going to hypnotherapy before. He put his phone in his pocket and was stunned to find three one-hundred dollar bills. Just then his phone rang and he answered it. "Would you like to play another game, James? Bwahahaha... ha ha ha... growl..." Word Count = 1258 |
| Before the time of poverty, Americans declared, "For all our wealth, prosperity our friends have freely shared. We lift our glass and pay for rounds of drinks without a thought that someday soon our funds will drown. Our friends cannot be bought." And then the fateful day appeared, the towers were knocked down. The market crashed, friends disappeared, when we showed up in town. Economy and growth have left the funds have all dried up. My social life is lorn, bereft, I'm drowning in my cup. So when the world is right-side up, and capital abounds, remember who left you broke-up, and throw them to the hounds! Author's Note ▼ |
| Nighttime, bed time... HA... A wasteland of time Halfway between a world of sleepiness and wide awake The Sandman... unforgiving in his deceit of sleep He laughs as the last remnants of night leave by the light Daytime... My family's time... is cut short by my cloudy mind I've lost all function of thought Sleep comes in surly waves A shelter? From this malady? It can never be found So today, I can only pray that one night soon... Insomnia will go... to... slee..... zzz Author Note: ▼ |
| "Tell me the whole story," he said calmly. "Take your time." "What if I can't?" Lori trembled as she thought back to the day of her attack. "I'm afraid," she whispered. The District Attorney sat in a prep room at the courthouse with her. "The defense is going to ask you detailed questions, Ms. Florent. Do you want to put your attacker behind bars or not?" "Okay, I will tell the story, but if I tell you now I won't be able to repeat it before the jury." A knock came at the door, and Lori jumped. The DA put out a comforting hand. "It's time to go anyway. I know you can do it, Lori." The two walked into the courtroom together and sat at the assigned table up front. Both attornies gave their opening statements and then it was time for Lori to give her testimony. She was sworn in, then the District Attorney began the questioning. "Lori, can you tell us the events of June sixteenth that led up to your attack." "I went online to my normal spots: Facebook, Deviant Art, and Writing dot com." "And," the DA continued. "Sitting at my laptop, I went to the various newsfeeds. That's when I noticed the disturbing posts, reports of violence and rioting." Lori's voice quivered. "Shortly after that, someone began pounding on my door." "Miss Florent, can you tell us what happened next?" "I tried to run and hide. I really did." Lori paused to fight back a sob. "But the rioters broke through..." She could no longer hold back the tears and trembling. Her face went white and she covered her hand. Her body heaved like she would be sick. "Your Honor, could we take a moment for my client?" The judge banged her gavel and said, "Court is in recess for an hour. Be back here at one pm." The DA rushed Lori Florent to the prep room. He called for an assistant to get her a cold soda and he got her some tissue. "Lori, it's almost over. You can do this. Just take a few deep breaths and relax. Can I get you anything else?" "No, I think I can go on. I'm sorry for breaking down." "Don't be. It happens to victims all the time." An hour later, they were back in the courtroom. "Are you ready to continue, Ms. Florent?" asked the judge. "Yes, your honor." The judge nodded at the District Attorney to continue. "Ms. Florent.. Lori, what happened after the rioters broke through your door?" "They found me. It didn't matter what kind of hiding place I found. I tried to run, but I just wasn't fast enough." "And what happened when they caught you?" "They grabbed me. They pulled me into a secret room. And finally..." "Yes, Ms. Florent?" "They forced me to fight with them... in the Game of Thrones." When the jury came back at the end of the trial, they found Lyn's a sly fox and Gaby ~ Keeper Of The Realm guilty for starting the riot and pulling Lori Florent into a war for which she was not prepared. The judge sentenced them to a whole year of careful planning for the following annual Game of Thrones so there would be no more innocent victims. Word Count = 541 |
| I Wish I Could Take it Back I wish I could take it back, before harsh anger and hate. Words I said would ne'er escape my mouth upon that day of fate. I wish I could take it back, the war waged after the call. Skies turned dark, streets stained crimson, as too many turned to fall. I wish I could take it back, the cries against black and white. Anarchy reigns as cops hide, afraid to be caught in the fight. America, take it back, civil disdain from your voice. Or else our lives will implode; we must make the hardest choice. Bloodshed, rioting, gunshots ring out the dividing crack. No tolerance, diversity... I wish I could take it all back. Line Count = 20 Word Count = 115 Written during a time of racial division, anarchy, and cop killing in the United States of America. I never thought I'd see the day.  |
| Hot, humid, intolerable explains this cruel world. Angry cursing, dishonorable are those making chaos in the streets... Violence, hate, impending storm, tensions build, clouds gather. Words and bullets rain down, transform. Innocent blood slathered in the streets... Without any voice of reason, tempers thunder through the sky. Although it's the rainy season, the people cry out "Why?!" in the streets... Lightning destroys with the power of long forgotten lies. Tragedy in the bloody shower from the muddy ground cries in the streets... But as adversity rises the sun peaks through the clouds. In a community crisis, come jointly in the crowds... in the streets... And as the storm moves on, abates, we shimmer all as one. No skin, no color, no debates dictate the shining sun in the streets... Community uprising done; protesting, fighting ceased. After the storm, we cannot run away from the deceased in the streets... It's time to clean up the messes created by the hate. With all of our varied tresses, let's love the human race in the streets... Line count = 40 Word count = 173 |
| The truth... ever-elusive it seems nothing black or white but only in-betweens A lie... much easier to find in a world full of color and self-preserving minds The truth... appears to a lost world in colors grey and brown muddied with feelings A lie... appeals to a lost world in support of all their whims acceptance of their sins The truth... found only in one place for Whom it's only absolute He who knows no time or space A lie... found only from one source of course, that serpent of old Lucifer himself, beguiled The truth... Biblical truth surely trains guilt fills our heart at the mention of only A lie... Line Count = 29 Word Count = 111 Free Verse |
| Oreo jumped in the car. They were going on a road trip to Maw-Maw's house. It was a long drive, but it was always an adventure. Oreo was a little dog that was dark brown and white. He had fluffy curly fur that was softer than cotton. Oreo's boy always brought snacks, a pillow, and a blanket. Oreo enjoyed snacks. He would sit on his backside with his paws in the air. Everyone thought he was adorable. They gave him treats just for looking cute. After the snacks, the children would go to sleep. Oreo liked sharing the pillow with his boy. The girl would share, too. So, he was happy either way. If he could not sleep, he would jump in the front see with the mama. The mama is sweet. Mama helped Oreo look out the window. She also gave him snacks and pet his belly until he went to sleep. Mama was cuddly. In the backseat, Oreo could run back and forth. He looked out each side window panting with excitement. Just as he thought he could not contain his excitement anymore, they would turn down a road that Oreo knew led to Maw-Maw's house. He would yip and yowl with glee. He would run around to everyone in his family. After all, he needed to make sure they knew they were almost there. When Oreo's joy made him nearly explode, they pulled into the driveway. There was Maw-Maw, and she had more treats. That was his favorite part. He always liked treats. And as he always did, he sat pretty for Maw-Maw. The adventure of the car trip was over, but tomorrow would be a new day with an all new one. Until then, he would sleep. It had been a long day. Word Count = 297 |
 Log in to Leave Feedback |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
