Writing Prompts

A blog that I follow has this Wednesday writing prompt gig. Every Wednesday you have four prompts to choose from as a writing jumping off point. Then on Thursday you link up with her site to share what you have written. This is my first time so I’m a virgin and at 36 I don’t get to say that about many things anymore.

2) Tell about a time you stole something.

When I was in 4th or 5th grade I was with my mother at the local grocery store. It was an old IGA in a tiny town in western Kansas. They had that bar of all the Brach’s candies. It was by the honor system that you count out your candy and put the dime in the box. Well, my mother said I couldn’t have a few caramels which are my favorite. So I slipped about four in my pocket. I felt instant guilt but it didn’t stop me from eating them in hiding when I got back home. It was at night when I said my evening prayers that I felt the overwhelming guilt. Kneeling beside my bed I couldn’t say the Lord’s prayer fast enough before jumping into bed. I was praying that the Lord was too busy with other bad people to come after me. At this point my guilt turned to paranoia. I was so terrified that the police were going to find out and come after me that I hid in my room for days. When I finally did venture into the yard as soon as I heard a plane or car I would run inside to hide under my bed. Looking back now I laugh about my terror over some dime candy. I was silly enough to think the cops would send a plane overhead to spy on me and look for the evidence of my crime. It certainly taught me a lesson. I never again stole a thing except during drunken episodes in college but stealing that For Sale sign so we could put Oklahoma up for sale was genius.

Bonus Prompt:

3) Choose a poem you like. Take the last line and use it as the first line of your own poem. (creativewritingprompts.com)

I’m not a poet but when I thought of my favorite poem by Robert Frost (Thanks to S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders) I couldn’t resist giving it a whirl.

Nothing gold can stay.
It’s really a sad day.
Nothing to do today.
The economy has gone away.
Nothing left to eat.
They say rabbit makes good meat.
Nothing left to sit on.
Cardboard is my new futon.
Nothing gold can stay.
Everything is sold away.

8 thoughts on “Writing Prompts”

  1. The poem was great.

    I totally get the stealing thing. I stole a pack of gum when I was little and felt so bad that I went back and told the owners.

  2. Great job with the poem!! And you totally had me laughing as I read about you hiding under your bed. :) Very funny!

  3. Too funny! It’s amazing to me the guilt that most people have when they take the tiniest of things. But there are those out there that do it for a living and never have one iota of guilt!

    Great post!

  4. “Can you imaging the cops showing up and mock arresting you?”
    Lord NO! If I could still get under my bed – I would after that thought.

  5. (Came over from Mama Kat’s)

    Aw, bless your cotton socks! Having said that, how do you know that they’re not still watching your every move right now, waiting for you to slip up and pilfer another candy…? :p

  6. Oh you poor thing! You sound Catholic. 😉 Guilt like that can just eat away at a person!! I’m glad you’ve let it go.

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