Writing Prompt #11

It’s December! NaNoWriMo is over, there are Christmas trees and fairy lights everywhere, and I feel very festive. Unfortunately for me, the festiveness also comes with a million end-of-term deadlines. Yay.

For a break, I did this Christmassy writing prompt and managed to rope in several people to do it with me. The results were hilarious. So, join in and then see what we wrote!

Name of the game: Snap Shot

The rules: Stare at the picture. What does it make you think of? What story is it telling? Okay–thought of something? Good. Now set a timer to 10 minutes and start writing that story. Ready, set, go!

Today’s image:

Writing Prompt #11- Write a 10 minute piece inspired by the photo, then join in the fun and see what everyone else has written! https://sonorahillsauthor.com/

Once you’ve completed your creation, you can see what I came up with here. I’m going to claim mine is the most boring of the four pieces here, at least it’s the least creative. I managed to get my boyfriend, and a friend to join in and theirs are super fun!! Go check them out. My sister also picked this photo.

If you’re really feeling brave, you can post what you’ve written in the comments because, as with all writing games, comparing our unique takes on the photo is the best part, and I’d love to see what you came up with!

Talking of Christmassy things, would anyone be interested in a post about my favourite Christmas traditions? I’ve always been fascinated by traditions, and in stories, traditions are a key tool the writer can use to communicate what matters to their characters.

Happy writing!

One thought on “Writing Prompt #11

  1. The crisp air chills your lungs as you breathe.
    A crisper carpet of frost laden leaves lie there, scattered underfoot;
    The last reminder of life gone another year.
    Coloured lights shine their little hearts out.
    Trying their best to replace the floral colours and birdsong of the summer.
    Wooden reindeer and men made of snow,
    Not quite alive, but lively companions in the cold all the same.
    There’s a beauty in its desolation, in the silence it brings.
    A human touch to remember the warmth,
    And yet embrace the cold.
    A touching metaphor?
    “This too shall pass, huzzah!”
    I don’t think so, though.
    Maybe we just need a bit of peace and quiet.
    Maybe we can’t stomach being alone.
    Maybe it’s just pretty,
    And maybe that’s enough.

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