Creative Writing · February 2017 Daily Prompts

February Writing Prompts: Day 19, “Apple Tree”

(my first attempt at a “poem” in many years). Under the apple tree sat a squirrel, a bunch of leaves clasped in his tiny hands. In the tall grass a cat was prowling, searching for his next plaything. On the fence a blue tit perched, studying the berries in next door’s garden. But with a… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 19, “Apple Tree”

Creative Writing · February 2017 Daily Prompts

February Writing Prompts: Day 18, “Play a Game”

(133 words) I opened the door and there they both were, lying on their stomachs and pouring over a colourful board game they had laid out on the floor. As I watched, they rolled dice and moved their plastic figured across the board, chatting away. This newfound friendship, until now non-existent, looked to be positively… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 18, “Play a Game”

Creative Writing · February 2017 Daily Prompts

February Writing Prompts: Day 17, “Dancing”

(194 words) In his dreams she was always dancing – her arms lifted in an arc above her head, her body spinning and gliding to silent music. She always had her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. She’d dance and dance endlessly, her movements fluid and ethereal. Whenever she appeared in his dreams he’d… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 17, “Dancing”

Creative Writing · February 2017 Daily Prompts

February Writing Prompts: Day 16, “Digging for Treasure”

(487 words) “Look, there’s a man riding a bye-sickle.” “I have one of those. It’s pink like my helmet.” “I don’t have a bike. My dad says it’s too dangererous to ride one.” “I ride mine all the time. It is so much fun, and I love wearing my pink helmet.” “My dad says he… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 16, “Digging for Treasure”

Creative Writing · February 2017 Daily Prompts

February Writing Prompts: Day 15, “Revenge”

(285 words) “You what?” I cleared my throat again and said, “no. I am not going to press charges.” “What are you talking about?” the driver said, exasperated. “I just ripped off your side mirror. I dented your passenger side door. I smashed your window. I could have killed your dog.” Barney, his tongue hanging… Continue reading February Writing Prompts: Day 15, “Revenge”