Writing Prompt

To be above the clouds

looking at the stars

impossibly bright

so close, yet so far

is to be on top of the world

Almost as if I can reach out

and use the Big Dipper

for my next meal

Constellations I’ve never seen

are within my grasp

A sea of clouds beneath me

Skating on by

on an invisible skating rink

I marvel at the sky

On this aerial path

it’s like I’m a part

of this ever changing canvas

and I...

When I was little,I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above,convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further. My dad would watch me and let me dream while my mom shut me down saying I was too tiny to catch one. I vowed one day I would touch one,just to prove her wrong and she would laugh hard. My dad said “Your mommy is just jealous how...

When Anastasia was little, she used to lay outside in the palace gardens and reached her hands up to the sky above. She was convinced she could touch the great moving clouds if she just extended her arms just a little further.

Tinka never got to to that. She didn’t have the privilege to have childlike wonder like her older sister did.

She grew up in a war she never wanted to be apart of.

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When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further... Now, fourteen years later the before white sky is a bunch of gray tones with red spots covering every blue hole. The ashes and the smoke of the war, the daily remember of the ones dead because of bombs are the new reality. I...

When i was little I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if i just extended my arms a little further.

"Now I look at the clouds wondering how much pollution im breathing" says 2024

"2024 don't be such a asshole and appreciate the clouds their gonna be there might as well appreciate them for making our garden look beautiful" 2...

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further…

And if I could touch the great moving clouds, I could grasp onto little cotton handholds and they would pull me away. I would let the clouds envelope me in a great white blanket, and I would finally feel safe and secure.

W...

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further and float away with them.

“Mary, hurry up!” My ma called back to me from inside the house.

I stood up, still looking at the clouds above wondering where they were traveling to and wanting desperately to join.

“Dinner is almo...

My arms, of course, wouldn’t reach those clouds or the stars between them, but I never stopped trying. Last night, when I lay with you in your backyard and we stared up at the stars, I thought about how I used to do this for the first time in a while. I turned to you and told you, and you said, “That’s cute. Let me see you do it now.” So I showed you, and felt so silly doing it. Afterward, we went...

(This is based off of one of my WIPs. Basically, this but more put together. Hope you have a great day!)

_When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further._

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“LOOK, MAMA, LOOK!!!” I screamed in joy as I reached up to the night sky.

_The clouds danced and disappeared as c...

When I was younger,

I reached for the sky.

I convinced myself I could touch the clouds,

Could sing with the stars.

I reached higher and higher,

Truly thinking that if I pushed myself a little farther,

Stretched my arms a little further,

I could go anywhere,

I could be anything.

Skinny,

Smart,

Even happy.

I wish I could tell her now.

I wish I could show her what all that reaching did.

I stretched ...