There are a lot of protests going on in the world right now. But today’s writing prompt is centered around those protests happening in Iran. Keep reading to see the full writing prompt, which involves free writing, as well as my completed version of it.

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Today’s Writing Prompt: As I Watch Them Protest

Today, free write. Watch a video clip about the protests happening in Iran, then write your stream of consciousness as you watch the clip. Write down what’s going on in your mind and how you feel, without stopping. Try to keep writing for at least a few minutes without stopping.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

As I Watch Them Protest, by K.E. Creighton

The compact SUV on my screen is ablaze. And there’s nothing I can do but watch it burn right now. I can’t keep scrolling or pause the video. I can’t mute it either. Not now. Not when there are so many crowds of protestors capturing everyone’s interest and attention. But whose interest and attention—anyone who will do anything? Are they watching? That, I need to know.

Is it me? Am I the one, the “anyone,” who is supposed to do something? What? What am I supposed to do to help, from here? From my couch? Half a world away. Should I help? Is that only interfering or is it belittling or demeaning or misguided? Is it my misunderstanding? Or is it compulsory for me? This feeling to move, to rattle, to join, to erupt?

All I have are questions when I need answers. And I need them soon. I know I’m not alone where I am. But how am I supposed to help these women? No, sorry, support these women? They already seem so strong. Their outrage is carrying them. They are not help-less.

Will money help, when what they really need, LIFE, is priceless? Although somehow it costs everything? So there is nothing to lose. Will making more noise help when no one who can do something is listening? I can’t just sit here and wait.

I see them. They’re forming crowds. I can’t look away from them now. Small pockets of burning flames that must not be extinguished, that need more fuel.

It’s so incredible to think that a piece of cloth can represent so much. When it’s present, and when it’s not. When it’s ripped off. Or when it’s lost.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

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