We had to pack up all of our belongs but could only take one personal item. For me it was a locket that had a picture of me and my best friend, Sam, short for Samantha. Our world was dying and if we stayed it was certain that we would all die….
What happens next? What if you had to leave Earth? If you could only take one personal item what would it be? Tell me about the new world that will be your new home? What is the voyage like getting there?
Write an I’m sorry poem. Be creative and have some fun with the patten.
I also want you to turn that poem into a motion poem. Poem poetry combines poems with film creating something new and beautiful. Go to Motionpoem.com for examples.
I’m sorry that you wanted to see me cry but instead I arose like the Phoenix.
Strong and powerful.
I’m sorry that instead of making us crumble that we united and became strong.
Invincible and courageous.
I’m sorry you are so broken that the only way you can feel strong is to break me down.
Brave and Insightful.
I’m sorry most of all that in the past I allowed you to make me feel less than.
But now that will never happen again.
When I woke up I realized that they were all gone. Every single last one of them – the adults. I was beat, after staying up all night playing a video game with my best friend Malik. It was time to go to school by the time we finished our last game. I was in Ms. Dawson’s history class- boring. I felt asleep and was awaked my Malik nudging me awake.
” They’re gone. All go them,” he said as he looked at me. His eyes were red and I knew that just like he he had fallen asleep too just like everyone else in school who were playing the game all night.
What happens next now that everyone realizes that all the adults are gone. You can start your own story or use my beginning but the rules are the same. All adults are gone. What do you do? Finish the story and remember be creative and have some fun.
I saw these deers when I was going on a walk one morning. Write a poem based on this picture.
Anytime I smell a darkroom I think about my college crush Roger. We took photography classes together and flirted as we printed out photographs. Now anytime I smell film fix I think about that moment in my life. The heartbreak and a load of other emotions come rushing back to me.
Write a poem based on a smell that brings back a memory.
When scanning through the shelves of bookstores and libraries. It’s sometimes difficult to select a book among all the various titles on the shelf. Sure, book art can lead you to pick up a book but what about the title?
Write a story based on the following title. If you want to fill in another name you can but write a story based on this title. Who is the protagonist and why is the world insane? Be creative and have some fun.
The Insane World of Jordan Williams.
It was my last few days in LA and I went around town taking pictures. I wanted to remember the place that was my home for 11 years. As I took the pictures I realized how beautiful the city was. It was like seeing it for the first time. Find place where you live and take a picture. Look at the picture and ask it to tell you a story then write that story town.
Write a story based on this picture. What if your character was locked inside so long that when she finally went outside and the snow melted she or he discovered that the world changed. How does it change? Is it really snow? Maybe the world she/he know isn’t like how it’s suppose to be?
#teen writing prompt
The snow kept on coming and it felt like it would never stop. They said that it was because we destroyed the environment and that’s why it was July and winter was still here. We stored away food and fought to keep the roof of the greenhouse clear so the crops would continue to grow….
Finish the story. What is winter never ended? Write a story about how your characters would survive in this new world.
The road was dark and the willow tress hung over the road like claws reaching out to us but we continued. Fear was a luxury we didn’t have…
What is your characters running from or running to? Image if you were in this place. What would be going through your head. What would you feel? Me, I can feel my heart pound as I think about this place. It’s like holding my breathe forever as I try to calm myself. What is it like for you?
Be creative and have some fun.