Hey! I'd like to kick off a little on-going excercise for us writers in the crowd. Skip to prompt.
What's a writing prompt?
It's an excercise to get the creative juices flowing, useful to overcome writer's block, and hopefully to come up with interesting, deep, entertaining, or otherwise nonsensical reading material!
It needn't adhere to any writing standard though.... this is not the place for grammatical critique. See a future post by Spiegro on proper Technical Writing etiquette.
For now, throw etiquette out the window. But not Spiegro. He's cool.
The key is to take the prompt and simply write freely without filtering yourself -- unless you want to filter yourself, then that's cool too.
Personally, I enjoy using an occasional f-bomb or two in my writing, so please do not take offense if it appears in a future prompt. Or after this sentence.
Fetus.
Wait, what?
Of course, you shouldn't post anything that may haunt you later in life. That's on you.
Simply respond to the writing prompt with your comment. Or, if you're so inclined, create a blog post and tag it with "writing prompt #1". It's your world. Color outside the lines.
And so it begins.
Write 10 sentences or less (if more, you got maybe a little too free!) from the point of view of a clean sock that was just mistakenly placed in the hamper. Be the sock.
If you're scratching your head, I promise, these prompts will get better over time. I found this one, and thought it would be a good ice-breaker! Please share your writing in response to this prompt, if you dare. Enjoy!
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"Babe, why you keep leaving your socks all over the place?"
***Sorry, I got a little to free....I just had to cap it off! LOL! Great exercise!
It's Cause I'm Colored...
I knew it. I just knew if we didn't stick together that one of us (me, as usual) was going to get lost, and this is as good as lost. Now what happens? We're not going to get lucky again, like last time.
I'm not dirty, and I'm more than a little peeved about being perceived as such.
You know what I think? I think this is all about my color. Don't give me that "all-cotton-socks-are-created-equal" bull...
It's just cause I'm colored, isn't it?
This shit never happens to white socks.
I feel you just left the money on the nightstand and ran...
You used me, and like addicts smelling the promise of the next break from reality, I complied everything you wanted me to,
Switching my job description from a nursing mother for your toes to soft bodyguard against unseen bruises and scrapes,
And the biggest joy I get is from the way you thank me by making your toes samba when you first slide me on,
Somehow, I imagined myself your favorite,
Not your gym socks, or your lounging pair,
No, you only wore me to impress,
I only knew church shoes and Steve Madden's, and heard only faintly of the often used Adidas,
I saw myself above my brothers and sisters,
Washed on the gentle cycle with your finest apparels,
But you used me, by not using me,
You've discarded me like a common dollar store sock,
Not hearing my screams that attempt to remind you that our last dance was BEFORE my last cycle,
Forgetting me, is the worst slap in the face yet,
Is this my fault? Aren't I good?
Aren't I your favorite?
....Liar.
I am who I am and that's what I will be.
Yet, I feel as if I need to be the opposite of what I was made to be.
Shoot thats Irony!
Off and on and thrown to side,
Wait, am I separated from the rest of the pile?
This ain't right, shoot, is it because I ain't right?
Conflicted and confused, for I only see me,
Where did the others go thrown in after me?
Man, I should go missing until you see, that you can't match and will need me
HAHA!
Go get the sock from the other batch, but now you mad b/c you mix match.
Take that!
Once you find me, you will know that I can't be treated like a garden hoe.
Now how you gonna do me like that? You clearly dont understand my worth. One day you'll come looking for me and I'll be gone. Did it hurt that you did me "dirty"? Yes. Tossed out like junk, you didnt recognize that I was yet the treasure. Will I sit around and wait for you? I dont know, but with time, and as life takes it's course, I'll move on. I'll be renewed, cleansed, refreshed, and returned to the place I belong. Back with my other half.