There are many ways one can climb. There are literal climbs (i.e. up a ladder, up a rope, up a staircase). And there are metaphorical climbs (i.e. striving for a promotion at work, studying to climb academically). Today, write about both.

Keep reading to see today’s full writing prompt and my version of it: Climbing Up a Corporate Cliff.

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Today’s Writing Prompt: The Climb

Today, write a scene in which a literal climb overlaps or coincides with a metaphorical climb. Example: A student is climbing a rope during gym class while they’re thinking about achieving new heights at school, academically. Read the completed version of the prompt below for more ideas.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

Climbing Up a Corporate Cliff, by K.E. Creighton

God, I hated heights. How had Dennis ever convinced me to do this? Or did he? I mean, he’s good to look at and all, but are those cerulean blue eyes and shallow dimples of his really worth falling off a cliff and dying over? Impressing him and my boss certainly wasn’t worth dying over. Was it? Was this my boss’s fault? Probably.

Who would have thought two days ago I’d be hanging onto a cliff with a clawlike grip terrified all the carabiners securing the ropes holding my body would come undone at once and I would plummet to my death? Not me. I hate heights. And I hate “team-building” field trips even more. Why couldn’t we all just go to happy hour, get drunk and say semi-inappropriate things to one another about our individual work ethics and techniques and habits, go home at a somewhat decent time, then pretend nothing ever happened the next time we’re at work? You know, something normal?

But no, Dennis had insisted I go climbing with our small team of six this weekend. Whether to torture me, challenge me, or encourage me, I’m still not sure. Either way, here I am, looking upward so intensely that my neck is beginning to ache, and I fear it might be stuck permanently in this position. Luckily, the sky is clear blue today. There’s not a cloud in sight. Although the sun is scorching my hands. And my dry knees keep scraping against the rocky mountainside as I climb.

The idea to go rock climbing as a team happened over the water cooler in the break room on Thursday, no joke. Dennis was talking about the benefits of high-risk physical activity when team-building and how it could really promote long-term camaraderie in the workplace. And Lance, our boss, said he was an avid climber and couldn’t agree more– that intense physical exercise would benefit us all, and our work, immensely.

So, here I am, dangling off a cliff trying not to let anyone know how terrified I am. Of not only falling off this cliff but falling down the corporate ladder, too. While Dennis was new to the office, coming on board a month ago as the new HR Director, he was already Lance’s favorite. I could tell by all of their subtle nods and chuckles and pats on the back. It was sickening. Dennis seemed dead set (hopefully not literally) on planning and promoting team-building exercises of all kinds since he arrived. And I still can’t tell whether he’s working against me or not. Because it seems everything he suggests makes me cringe with disgust or fear, or a combination of both.

I don’t know if my efforts are admirable or pathetic. Or if all this climbing will lead me to a summit I need and deserve in the long run. Regardless, for now, I keep climbing up. I am too terrified to look down.

[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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