Writing Prompt

Life is like a sharp stick placed to your rear,

poking the cheeks when you want to stop. Time does not stop. Time will not stop. Does the stick leave you dripping red?

The stick sits firmly behind us, making us keep pace, tiring us as it marches us across a desert—the sand burns our feet, the sun braises our skin, and the dry air parches our throat.

We walk toward an oasis of trees whose locatio...

_Life is like a sharp stick, _I realized as I stood over the endless view. I was dangiling at the end of my life; I had reached the end of the stick. Because that’s what we’re taught. Life only gets harder from here, so by default, we are left hanging by one arm at the point of the stick, our helpless body swaying above the abyss.

I breathed in the sweet air of this infinite night. Does the worl...

Life is like a sharp stick it’s double sided and hurts like a bitch.

I couldn’t believe the way I never knew.

Well how could you?

It’s hard to know when you never look.

Cause who would bother to look when they need to look at themselves.

Who would have a chance to watch her movements?

We can’t even watch our own.

We ask what was she wearing and not what is his punishment?

What did she say to him b...

When you’re ready to wearing Sharp Stick to make sure you’re impaired in the morning or the afternoon when you looking the mirror you see your lips so sparkly and wonderful color you ever see...

Life is like a sharp stick

It can protect you from evil

But you can also damage yourself

Every time you poke yourself on accident

Every time you roast marshmallows

Every time you snap part of it

You lose part of yourself

And the parts will build up to a puzzle

And sometimes the puzzle is impossible to fix

But not always…...

Life is a sharp sick poking

You for good and bad

Moral of the story,life’s unfair...

Life is like a sharp stick

Where one end is pointed

And the other stays bent

What’s meant for discipline

Is used as flint

To create fire

For food

When did it get like this

Eighteen is only a few days away

My birthday’s come and gone

But the war has stayed

We’re used to it

The trees

No more green

Desolate as we’ve seen

Everything’s red

all in between my fingers

stained like church windows

Crims...

Life is like a sharp stick.

Meant to pierce your heart,

And it does,

It leaves damgerous splinters that dig deep into your skin, dug deep under.

It hurts like the burning sun that it pierced into,

But why does it matter anyway,

When you’d gladly break your heart for the next stranger?...

‘Life is like a sharp stick’ she would say in a soothing voice whilst i cried over boys,tumbles and the relentless pressure of school i never knew what she meant until she wasnt there to say it anymore.Life is like a sharp stick its there to offer you amazing things like skewered fruit on sharp sticks but its also there to make you stronger to prod you when you are doubting yourself.

When we wer...

Aaron tested the point with his finger, ensuring it was sufficiently sharp. Life, it occurred to him, was much like this sharpened stick, in that it was more useful when prepared. A prepared life was infinitely more useful than one not prepared. He kept himself over-ready for any event he could foresee, but that came with the territory of being the king’s guard. His intelligence network had in...