Today’s writing prompt, Nearby Objects, will encourage you to be fully present when you write today, wherever you are. Keep reading to see the full writing prompt and my completed version of it.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Nearby Objects
Take a moment to observe some objects that are around you right now. Then write about at least two of those objects. Have the objects talk to you, if you want. Have them interact with each other or you in some way. Or simply describe them. Feel free to write about whatever you want about these two objects. Use your imagination.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
A Portrait on the Wall, by K.E. Creighton
As I sit across from an empty chair and look at your portrait on the wall, I can faintly hear the erratic hammering of the typewriter keys from the deepest segments of my memory. Those memories only come together when I’m in solitude and stillness, looking at you. But are more vivid than anything I can see with my own two eyes in front of me, so often. I was so young, but you always encouraged me, to hammer away my wildest imaginings and stories, and said you loved the sound. So, I grew to love it too, along with a penchant for building my own worlds and spaces with colorful people and places in them. You didn’t have much, but you had reams of paper and ribbons of ink. At least, you did for me. And a laugh so loud, it warmed my bones, usually accompanied by an encouraging whisper so profound, I could feel it in my soul. So now, as I reflect, this chair does not seem so empty after all. You have been filling it up all along, forever with me on this journey.
[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.]
Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt
This writing prompt is about the portrait I have of my grandmother on the wall in my office, which is on the wall above where I sit and write most days. Sometimes I forget it’s there. But every time I do notice it, I smile. My grandmother had such a huge influence on me. She always took me to the library and encouraged my reading habits. And she always let me clack away on her typewriter, sometimes for hours. I would write nonsensical silly stories most of the time. But she always told me she loved them.