» User
One Word Writing Prompts | Get Inspired to Write | Creative Writing Prompts | Writing Inspiration | Journal Prompts | Writing Exercises | Writing Ideas | Writing Challenges | Writing Motivation | Writing Prompts for Adults | Writing Prompts for Kids | Writing Prompts for Teens | Writing Prompts for Beginners | Writing Prompts for Fiction | Writing Prompts for Nonfiction | Writing Prompts for Poetry | Writing Prompts for Screenplays | Writing Prompts for Short Stories | Writing Prompts for Novels | Writing Prompts for Memoirs
read
write
sign in/up
austinkw
Change your cover photo
Upload
Change your cover photo
Upload
Change your cover photo
austinkw
This user account status is Approved
methods
These are the methods I have put in place to denounce love. I write until my fingers are exhausted and my mind can think no more of it. I don't think of his smile, or his laugh, the way his eyes dance with mischief. No, I am no longer hurt by the heart that weeps for him, she is quiet in the dark.
detention
She was beautiful, the way she twirled her hair and wrote dutifully on the chalkboard. My heart swelled and soared in her company. Every day I would wait in detention for her, her high heels would click on the tile floor and I would sigh. Ms. Robinson, won't you marry me.
science
Science, what a fun subject. I love all kinds of science and unlike Temperance Brennan I believe that Psychology counts as a scientific pursuit. Simply for the reason that you are studying and gaining knowledge on an unknown. With that, science is everywhere and in everything that you do.
modem
Oddly enough my modem is working right now, allowing me to type this. It's been a real jerk lately.
configuration
I observed the clock as it ticked on, counting down the seconds left in my life. I was never taught to read this type of clock with its thinly pointed fingers. I only knew when the configuration of those tendrils reached straight up in alignment that my life would be over. Any second now. Tick-tock.
distributor
I am the distributor, I give you what you seek and sometimes what you need. Places flash by me in a blur. I am the distributor.
soups
I made the soup as I had seen my mother do countless times. I mixed the ingredients together slowly, savouring the smell of the herbs and taking comfort in the rythmic movements of spoon in broth. I missed my mom at times like this, it serves as a reminder to me that the simple things matter.
seeds
Oh what are these seeds that grow so strong? They bind me together like sinew. Strong and sweet, is this love? The beginning, only the beginning.