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.
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.