Following back to my previous post about writing prompts, I
decided it would be interesting to find a couple and test them out myself,
pointing out their potential weaknesses, strengths, and perhaps writing a few
paragraphs based on how they inspire me. A few, brief, un-revised paragraphs
(do forgive me!).
Prompts can often get looked down upon by writers. Until recently I was not a fan, and still today am unlikely to use one for anything but
casual exercise. Perhaps it feels less authentic to use someone else’s idea to
spur your own writing. But, as the saying goes, “there’s nothing new under the
sun.” Even the most brilliant ideas have their roots somewhere, and it’s likely
that someone else in the world has had the same thought at some point. Man does
not live in a vacuum, and neither does inspiration. It is our responsibility as
writers to bring a unique perspective and an individual voice to our ideas and
to represent them faithfully in a way that is entertaining and hopefully thought
provoking.
Today’s prompts come from the Writer’s Relief “Writing Prompt” pinterest board. I love the combination of images with text. It changes
the way you read the prompt, perhaps pushing you in a specific aesthetic direction.
Which you can absolutely ignore if you want, but emotional guidance can be a
good way to start on especially blocked days.
#1.
I almost passed this one by because it’s too specific. Plus
you toe the line with cliché when you throw in immortal beings and their very
special artefacts. Been there, done that. It’s the last line that really caught
my eye – “its very special reputation.”
Ahah! What reputation? This immediately gives the author a
chance to look for museum stories associated with items on display. What historic
pieces have legends and myths attached to them in the real world? How could we
use that to our advantage in creating an original story?
Would this tale be serious or comedic? How does the immortal
keep losing the artefact? What consequences are there to their being separated
from it for long periods of time? How successful are they in breaking into
these collections without being caught? If they have been caught, what happened
to them? How did they get out of trouble?
How do the curators view the item? Do they misjudge it
horribly (and hilariously?) or does the item have some separate significance
that they focus on instead?
Does the immortal have other motives for getting the
artefact back? Perhaps insidious plans to cause mischief which is only possible
with the power of the artefact? Or do they just want to live in peace, despite
a series of recurring, unfortunate events that cause the item to continually be
lost in a world of glass cases?
Is the immortal really Nicholas Cage?
#2.
“Do you remember the day we left Earth?”
Now that’s a beautiful, open-ended question if I ever saw
one. The possibilities with this prompt are pretty endless. The question can be
discussed between as few as two people (or even one, if you’re really looking
for a challenge!) or addressed to an entire assembly.
It begs an answer – yes? If so, what was the day like? Was
it joyful? Melancholy? Was the departure forced or willing? What were the travelers
looking forward to? Or were they looking behind?
Or if the answer is no – why doesn’t the recipient remember?
What might they be blocking out? Were they too young to remember? Too old? What
might be the consequences of not remembering what your home planet was like?
What does it do to a person’s emotions to be displaced like that?
What have the characters left back on Earth? What did they
bring with them? Is the Earth deserted, or is it still thriving?
How does the image of the mountain fronted by ocean inspire
your answers to these questions? Does the color-scheme push you in any
particular direction?
And did you notice the small line in the sky hinting at
where the travelers have gone?
The thing I love about this prompt (other than my natural
inclination towards space travel) is that you can do anything you like with it.
Even the words of the prompt aren’t particularly unique enough to bind the
author in the fear of being unoriginal. Yet they have a power in their brevity,
and that’s what encourages the writer to answer.
Do you remember the day we left Earth?
Do you remember the day we watched the skies burn?
When that golden world turned black with ash,
and everything that ever was became ‘no more’?
Do you remember the day we left Earth?
I was wearing a blue dress; the one you gave me on my fifth
birthday.
You said it was the same color as my eyes,
the same color as the ocean.
But the oceans boiled and turned the shade of night.
And you ripped my sleeve as we ran.
You never sewed it back.
Do you remember my mother’s face?
They say we are of star dust – and to dust we return.
I like to think that she,
caught up in that dissolving world,
was blown to someplace better
and is now a star again.
Do you remember the day we left Earth?
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