A fun little prompt.

You can share them in comments if you want, or just do it in private for fun.


Here’s mine:

A man with wispy graying hair stood on my doorstep; he worried a hat with his fingers. It was held in front of him as if to shield himself from an emotional blow. My eyes raked over him in disbelief. I was older now, and so was he. He was shorter than I remembered, the strain lines etching his face were deep and his blue eyes had faded. I’d put him through hell. When he opened his arms, I threw myself against his chest sobbing. “I love you, dad.”


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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9 thoughts on “A fun little prompt.”

      1. A sentence, a paragraph. You didn’t need a whole paragraph to convey your meaning. It was awesome.


        72?! And you’re blogging… wow! My mom is only 67 and she wouldn’t get this at all. She’s awesome, but not with technology. Better than some, but worse than others.

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  1. I looked at her and said, “I screwed up, okay. It’s not the first time and probably won’t be the last, but at least I recognize that I screwed up.”
    She looked at me with condescending eyes and just nodded her head in agreement.

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  2. My eyes filled with tears at the hurt in his face over what I had said in anger. I put my arms around him.
    ‘I didn’t mean it,’ I whispered. ‘I truly didn’t mean it. I love you so much.’

    Oh, and I, too, am 72 (todoy, actually) and I blog, tweet and otherwise use social media, play games too. There are quite a lot of us oldies on various threads.

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    1. I love it. I think we’ve all been through that.

      Tomorrow is my birthday, I’ll be forty-something 😛 I know there are oldies out there being tech/social media savvy; my mom just isn’t one of them.


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