This post is in response to a prompt Leftovers. I’ve talked in previous posts about a journal I used to write in when I was 11-12. I have many things like it that I’ve used to write in whenever I would get upset, whatever the reason, and need a place to vent. During the last … Continue reading Re: Leftovers
This post is a response to the prompt Generous Genies. Thinking about this prompt made me wonder a few things. How do you decide who you help when there are many people in need? Should you help that person who means the most to you or the person that’s most responsible? In this case, I think … Continue reading Re: Generous Genies
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This post is going to be a response to the prompt at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/wrong-turns/ I’ve always been someone that is bad at directions or just getting myself around simple situations. I’m always that person to lose their way as a child from the house or lose their car, whenever I get one, and not be able to … Continue reading Re: Wrong Turns
Everyone has something that they keep as a prized possession. It can be a necklace,journal,bracelet, and multiple other types of possessions. Most of these have their own story behind them. It can be a gift from family,friends, or relationship partners. It could be something a person created during their school years, but either way, it’s … Continue reading Prized Possession (Writing 101: Day Twenty)
The orphanage was becoming more full every day in this small, poor town. The owners of the building were becoming concerned about what they were going to do. They had too many children in their care to allow them to shut down. They were scared of losing staff because of low funds, but they weren’t … Continue reading Hunter’s Story Part 1 (Writing 101: Day Nineteen)
It’s a normal Saturday morning. I’m 12 years old and in 7th grade at the middle school nearby. I live in a pretty small neighborhood where everyone knows each other quite well compared to big cities. I’m sitting on the porch stool in front of my little house. My little puppy that I was given … Continue reading Eviction (Writing 101: Day Eighteen)
Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve had a fear of being betrayed by people. At that age, my mother, who was never really around me, had abandoned me for awhile. Even though she was my custodial parent, she was never really around me. I lived with my grandmother for those 7 years. She … Continue reading Fear of Betrayal or Abandonment (Writing 101: Day Seventeen)
It’s just another random day at work. I’m having to go through more stuff that people have left behind, whether on purpose or accident, and organize it all for them to find. As i’m sifting through the stacks, I find something more interesting than normal. I find someone’s journal, or what some people call diary, … Continue reading Serial Killer 3 (Writing 101: Day Sixteen)
Throughout my life, we’ve lived in 8 different houses. I remember most of those houses quite well still. Every move was difficult for me because I didn’t like the change it always brought. I lived in those houses for all less than 4 years at each house. It was always something sad whenever I moved. … Continue reading Moving (Writing 101: Day Fifteen)
My Life Story 