Writing Prompt!!

I haven’t done one of these in a long time, but since I am diving back into being a writer (as opposed to being an author, which has consumed the last several months for me), I figured you should, too.

This is the surprise I found in my garden this morning.

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Write for fifteen minutes about this. Don’t analyze. Don’t plot. Don’t outline. Just write.

13 Replies to “Writing Prompt!!”

  1. A little egg hatches in the middle of a garden. There’s no one to witness it, but a little child with curiousity as furocious(sp?) as a tiger. When he bends down to examine the baby bird, his mother calls him in for lunch.

    “Mama, come check out this bird!” exclaims the little boy.

    “Later, honey,” she tells him, “Now, it’s time to eat.” The young adventurer goes to sit at the kitchen table dejectedly.

  2. the mysterious egg

    Four wraiths slid thru the damp foilage nearing the proposed ambush site. Water pattered down, level by level, from the overhead limbs until the drops plopped softly on the ground.
    The point, a blond woman, held up the freeze sign with her right fist. She slowly dropped to a knee, fanning her weapon slowly across her sector, mouth open a little, trying to hear any sign of pursuit. The team leader came up on her right.
    “what?” he signed.
    “There,” she signed back, pointed with her chin. He looked up in a complete circle, eyes picking through the tree limbs. Another moment, “No nest.”
    “Damn, poor little thing.” his voice croaked softly. It was the first sound anyone on the team had made for the last three days.
    “Box it, 300 meters, maybe the birds come back.” he signed.
    “Doubt it.” she signed back then slowly came back up to a crouch.
    The team picked up and moved deeper into the woods, leaving the robin’s egg on the ground.

    Rich J.

  3. A chicken on a poor farmconsumed color dye. It sloshed through her system-it even turned her eyes into a beautiful spectrum. But her children came out tainted (literally). In the midst of rain and dangerous soil a beautiful blue egg was delivered.

  4. yay or nay? haha, I can write forever and ever. 🙂

    There are those days where you walk around aimlessly, wondering what will come next after the storm is over. You feel the sole of your shoe sink into the soft soil beneath you, and trail around the small patches of green grass and plants. You take in every little detail: the way the sky looks after it rains, the way the air feels colder, the way everything happens to look greener and brighter; hope for a sunny day entering through a single ray of light.

    There’s that chance of a good day, a chance that the fog will fade away and that happiness will finally shine through.

    Happiness. Joy. Sometimes, it’s that forgotten easter egg left behind: not exactly hiding, but just wanting, waiting to be found.

  5. try at writing

    Elusive time. Time is silently bringing me closer to my moment of awakening. My time inside this soft and silent world is about to see light as I burst forth from this womb and begin again in new form. What will my surroundings be then? I cannot even imagine as I have not yet anything to compare. Tell me.

    The world as you will meet it is damp. Dampness you are familiar with so this will not shock you at first, it will be the cool air that will cause your skin to chill. Do not fear. You will grow and warmth will cover your body. Nourishment will come to you and as you grow you will see more colors of the world. Green, cool and dappled with the bright light from the sun, will bring you joy. Relish it.
    Yellows and oranges will bring you warmth of the sun and fragrance of flowers.
    Later will come blue. The blue sky will bring to you the freedom of flight. Weightless flight will bring you the greatest pleasure in life.
    Brown in the earth is always a source of life for you. Trees reaching to the clouds will be a safe haven where you will begin again as you start life anew for another generation.

    Thank you. I am ready now as the urge is upon me. I have outgrown this home and my courage has found me. I will break out and see the world.

  6. try at writing

    Elusive time. Time is silently bringing me closer to my moment of awakening. My time inside this soft and silent world is about to see light as I burst forth from this womb and begin again in new form. What will my surroundings be then? I cannot even imagine as I have not yet anything to compare. Tell me.

    The world as you will meet it is damp. Dampness you are familiar with so this will not shock you at first, it will be the cool air that will cause your skin to chill. Do not fear. You will grow and warmth will cover your body. Nourishment will come to you and as you grow you will see more colors of the world. Green, cool and dappled with the bright light from the sun, will bring you joy. Relish it.
    Yellows and oranges will bring you warmth of the sun and fragrance of flowers.
    Later will come blue. The blue sky will bring to you the freedom of flight. Weightless flight will bring you the greatest pleasure in life.
    Brown in the earth is always a source of life for you. Trees reaching to the clouds will be a safe haven where you will begin again as you start life anew for another generation.

    Thank you. I am ready now as the urge is upon me. I have outgrown this home and my courage has found me. I will break out and see the world.

  7. My shot at this writing thing…

    It wasn’t any bigger then say the palm of my hand. Jessie came up next to me as I watched it in the mulchy mud that surrounded it.
    “Wow!” her eyes grew as big as saucers as she watched it roll over to a fresh side of the shell. Her desire to touch it was enough to eat her alive, but she kept her distance, not wanting to hurt whatever she believed it was. I pulled a little leaf off the bush and scooped up the little egg. Setting it back into the nest that was cozily placed in the safety of the sugar maple. Lucky for the little guy it didn’t fall into the sidewalk. After my good deed i headed back to the house with Jessie in tow. She didn’t ask any questions…she was simply pleased with the fact that she got to watch a little act of kindness that would go a long way.

  8. I’m a bit late coming to this prompt, but I wanted to try my hand at it:

    What careless urge of motherhood prompted her to leave it there, propped against a flimsy blade of grass for shelter as though she had been surprised mid-peck by the sudden birth and dropped it where she stood, like one of those women working the rice paddies in China, forgetting about the unbidden thing the moment the spasms faded and she was able to continue about her business, her insides blessedly hollow once again. And when she darted away to resume her search for dew-worms with a lightness returned to her flit—a lightness she had not noticed was missing, her tiny feet barely making scratch marks on the freshly moistened ground—perhaps she did not realize the lump of debris she had shed enclosed a shivering life that waited to be tended like a bulb in soil; it was a thing, just a thing, just a hard, foreign, inanimate thing, and so she left it there, her departure made easy because there were no eyes to look at her, no body to squirm for warmth, no beak to squawk and cry and demand and need.

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