As a writer I know that deep down each of us has stories worth telling. The writing prompts offered here will help you find your own special voice. Read them, let your mind wander freely and listen carefully to the voice within. Then begin writing. Don’t be afraid. Just write what you want to say. Amaze yourself!...
This week’s writing prompt comes from another writing blog, ”100 Word Challenge: Creating Writing for Young People” at https://100wc.net/week-6-21/
Can you write 100 words elaborating on the phrase ”…but I had to see what was inside”?
What is inside? Why is the writer fearful of opening up the item? Surprise us, surprise yourself.
In a hidden, dark building there is a special room, number 4512, where people go to retrieve their memories. You want to visit this room because there is a particular memory you want to recall. What is that memory? Why is it important to you?
After George Floyd, an African-American man, died in policy custody in Minneapolis, protests have mounted throughout the nation as people express their grief and frustration about police brutality. What are your own thoughts about what is happening? What do you think of efforts by the police to keep order in the community? What have been your own experiences with the police? What should be done to prevent such deaths in the future.
In India, Jyoti Kumari, a 15-year-old cycled over 700 miles from New Delhi to her family’s village, transporting her father, an injured migrant laborer who could barely walk, on the back of the bicycle.
Jyoti transported her father to his home after Prime Minister Narendra Modi ordered a lockdown of India’s 1.3 billion citizens to fight the spread of the coronavirus, urging people to distance themselves socially and work from home. The lockdown led to one of the biggest migrations in India’s modern history. Hundreds of thousands of migrant laborers made long journeys to get home, having been rendered homeless and jobless.
So Jyoti told her dad: Let me take you home. He thought the idea was crazy but went along with it. She then jumped on a $20 purple bike bought with the last of their savings. With her dad perched on the rear, she pedaled from the outskirts of New Delhi to their home village, 700 miles away.
“Don’t worry, mummy,” she reassured her mother along the way, using borrowed cellphones. “I will get Papa home good.” Which she did!
What acts of heroism and generosity — big or small — have you seen or heard about or experienced in your community or anywhere else in which someone has helped others during the coronavirus crisis? Could you have done what Jyoti did?