Writing Prompt

The same curfew.

The same food.

The same places.

The same expectations.

The same sounds.

Everything is always the same.

But what about something different?

Something new?

I think I might scream if things stay the same.

I want something exciting.

I want something bright and lively.

I don't want the same old thing.

I want something new and refreshing.

Something fun.

When will things ever...

She woke up to all the gods bowing to her in appraisal. She was shocked, her eyeballs almost out of the sockets, jaw dropped to the floor, mind blank.

"Hail to the mother" all sang in unison.

She quickly jolted down her royal bed and sprang to her vanity room, while others waited on her patiently.

"What the hell? What is this? Where am i?" She screamed at the face she saw in the mirror. Which wa...

The Hanged Man in the Tarot signifies someone who needs to surrender to the rapids of life. Someone who’s grip has tightened so hard that all of the grains of sand have slipped through his fingers. The hanged man needs to surrender so that he may experience the rebirth he’s been afraid of embrace. I felt that once, feeling stuck in a rut and no clue how to get out. But then I surrendered………… how f...

Usually in people’s lives there are boring days and there are exciting days, usually it is somewhat balanced, usually there’s a mix of both. But not for Elijah, his scale was leaning quite heavily to one side. His life was boring, to say he repeated the same things day after day would be an understatement and this repetitive cycle was getting to him. He was craving something more exciting and knew...

Cedar Hill was the kind of town where nothing ever really happened.

Same streets, same people, same routine that never changed.

Jenna hated it.

She wasn’t looking for trouble. She just wanted something different, something that made her feel awake instead of stuck in a life that repeated itself every day.

One Friday afternoon, she biked to the old skatepark on the edge of town. It had been shut...

Monotone, used to describe her life, is their world.

Whether it’s named monotone or not, it’s basically the definition.

And Lucy couldn’t bare staying in this one shaded world. Where it’s a loop of never ending:

Wake up, eat, school, sleep and repeat.

No drama. No gossip. No life.

Lucy was going crazy I suppose? As she started writing things that didn’t happen in her diary

“Dear diary, I ate...

Flawless hair. Ideal shoes. Excellent outfit. Perfect everything. Every slight thing is perfect. I loathe it. It's stupid. The exact bob, identical cardigan, and skirt, same leather shoes. It's so ridiculous! I want a change so a change is what I'm going to get.

“Good morning Mother,” I state. “How may I help you this morning?”

“Good morning Elizabeth,” Mother answers. “May you make so...

“Cletus?”

“Yeah, Clem.”

“I’m bored.”

“Yup. Just another day in normal, everyday paradise. “

“Paradise! Cletus, you are a lunkhead if ever I met a lunkhead.”

Cletus smiled. “Thanks fer noticin’.”

“Thanks fer noticin’! Thanks fer noticin’! Ain’t you riled up for me calling you a name?”

Cletus still smiled. “Nah. I know yer just funnin’. And besides my ma says I’m a lunkhead most ever ...

Crazy

Lazy

Dazed

Hazey

Change

The same

Remain

No blame

Honest

Promise

Sonnet

Bonnet...

What do you think of when everything is said to be dull?

Gray?

Beige?

That kind of color that anything faded turns, dusty and peeling?

No, that’s too exciting.

We need something different,

Something…

Terrible.

We need a feeling.

You know that feeling?

The one where everything is dull?

Unexciting?

So horribly, horribly

Useless?

Maybe that’s what we’re looking for.

That feeling…

When nothin...