Writing Prompt

Scene 1!

“Come on Suzanne, we have to leave now.” The tired mother said.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!! I want the huge lolipop” The girl, seemingly no more than 3 years old, wailed, sitting on the floor.

WOW! She’s a mini Martin Luther King Jr.! She believes in peaceful protesting!!!

She stuck her lip out dramatically and glared up at her mother, curly chestnut pigtails bouncing.

“Let’s goooooo, your brother is...

The performance unfolds as the blue eyed young boy takes center stage. His angry tantrum becomes a poignant soliloquy, a performance that captures the essence of human passion and expression.

With the flair of a seasoned actor, the child embarks on a dramatic display of discontent. The air fills with the sound of wailing cries and the staccato of tiny feet stomping in a rhythmic dance of defianc...

Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there lived a young woman named Emily. Times were tough, and she decided to rent out the spare bedroom in her cozy flat to make ends meet. Little did she know that this decision would lead to a series of peculiar encounters, each tenant bringing their own unique personality and development arc into her life.

1. The Eccentric Artist: The first tenant to arrive...

Once upon a time, in a whimsical world filled with the unexpected, there lived a little boy named Oliver. Now, Oliver was no ordinary child. He possessed a remarkable talent for transforming the most mundane situations into captivating spectacles of theatrical proportions.

On this particular day, Oliver embarked on his grandest performance yet: The Incredible Tantrum Symphony. Donning a pair of m...

Tears streaming on demand

An injustice I can’t withstand

Joy stolen

Heart broken

Pained to the core

My breadstick is no more

Once whole now lost

Hopes and dreams tossed

Due to division

With precision

Physical separation

I cannot eat a thing that’s in two

Good thing I can cry on cue

I’ll give you my twopence

Where would be the sense

The point

They should be joint

I’m so offended

Go...

the sound of drums pounding on the wall

Faint screams dance behind

when will it stop

cries drown my heart with sorrow

I sway away my pride

I’m sorry...

She threw her hands like the wind carried each bone. Gracefully her feet followed her hands, in a game of tag. Left, right, left. She dropped to the floor, pounding with raw fire. She felt the dance in her heart. In her soul. She’s determined to continue this dance until she succeeds....

(I wrote a poem mixing my favourite quotes- here are the original quotes arranged in a manner that describes this, at least for me)

When you’re not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives

Does your god have as many teeth as me?

The devil wrapped in silk is still the devil

If I can’t be better than them I will become so much worse

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we...

Look at that expression

There’s no hesitation

Kicking of the feet

Like there’s no way of defeat

Then the guttural screams

For no reason it seems

Followed by the sobbing

Those tears are throbbing

The fists are pounding

There’s no rebounding

Then the performance is over

Til the next time, moreover.

Tessa🦋...

i look into my sisters eyes as she’s scolded

nobody listens to her

you’re being crazy

go to your room

she refuses

strong girl

screams so piercing

i’d think she meant to deafen them

and i hope she will

maybe they’ll listen more then...