I will post 3 writing prompts (you can COOSE one or write more than one)
- send them to prdove by 11:59 (mountain time) december 13th
- the best stories will be posted in wattpad
Ready? Here are the first three:
you are an astronaut. describe your perfect day.
tell a story that begins with a ransom note.
pick a small object to be given one day to your great grandchild. write a letter to that child explaining why you have chosen this object.
for those unaware of it, posting stories in wattpad will help it to count as copyright for the user posting it, so im not saying its OP's intentions, but they could potentially sell your story, claim them as their own and there would be nothing you could do about it
I'll participate in this. I'll have a lot of time anyway, since classes basically end this week for me. It looks like it'll be fun! (And I'm always ready to improve my writing)
deletedalmost 9 years
:0 lol im just trying to avoid doing my homework rip are we even supposed to submit it here rip
Child, I grant you my eye. Don't be alarmed when you first touch it, even if the tears that used to surround it have risen up to become clouds somewhere. Don't cringe when your fingers flutter over ridges darkened with mold.
I can't possibly imagine how far technology will advance by the time you are thrust upon this world, most likely unwilling to escape the comforts of your mother's womb. With luck, your lungs with collapse but then rise up stronger than before, and your cries will echo down a hallway too long for me to walk down.
Your parents, dearest grandchildren as they are to me, are too close to me to have this gift. I cannot let them have it. They still remember my first eye, my "real" one, the one that's been digested by worms and has been, since then, probably used as fertilizer for some invasive fungi species.
My real eye was colored the ash of rotting plywood, but I loved it all the same.
I give you this third eye, the cold, unseeing one, that burrowed into my empty socket and never left. Of all things to leave behind, it's fitting to leave behind the one I never wanted to have.
I ask you to not treasure it, but burn it. Soon this will be the only thing left of me. I beg of you, watch it burst into millions of speckles of ash. I guarantee the ashes will look more the shade of my real eyes than their untarnished form ever did.
I opened epicmafia today only to be greeted with this flagrant display of senseless .
Who would do such a thing? Furthermore, who would make such a ludicrous demand? I have to get to the bottom of this soon, because making a good post is out of the question. Not only would that be capitulating to this sick 's demands, but also I don't think I actually can.
As I sip the dew from a morning leaf I consider who could possibly be behind this atrocity. They must know a thing or two about memes but simultaneously disregard their cultural importance to Epicmemia. A few less respectful members of the community match that description, but who could possibly discern a good post from dog feces on Epicmafia.com? I've decided that this must be an outsider, here to upon our way of life.
As the dew dissipates I consume the leaf for further nutritional subsistence. There's only one person who understands the cultural importance of memes but doesn't care, has the formal education required to make an educated guess as to what a good post might be, and most importantly knows of Epicmafia yet doesn't use it. Dr. Phillip Wang.
