STORY STARTER
Life is like a sharp stick…
Continue the sentence, and use it to inspire your story.
Birthday
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
Crimson red blood
dripping from my hand
The weight of the world
To be seen by no man
Not a stick anymore but a gun instead
Shooting damn bullets
With you safe in my head
Away from this madness
That’s what the sick part is
Can I go back to holding you instead?