WRITING PROMPT NO. 143
Dear Neighbour, I wonder if you would be kind enough to remove some of the sunflowers from your front garden.Read More
Here at A Picture, A Story it’s pretty simple. I upload a photo every day and every day I use that photo as a prompt for story writing. You can too. The picture may inspire a memory, a list, a doodle or something fictional.
Sometimes words come to my mind straight away. Sometimes I need to close my eyes for a minute or two to find what’s there. Then I write. For ten minutes. Or until I’ve filled a page in my notebook, whichever comes first. The most important thing I’ve learnt is to keep pen to paper - oh yes that’s crucial too - writing by hand. I try not to worry about dazzling prose or perfect grammar, but I may correct the odd spelling mistake. This is all about developing a daily writing habit, allowing ideas to flow and trying to eliminate the fear of the blank page. For my own accountability, I upload my efforts the following day.
Three piles of clothing lay on her bed each marked with a label: Throw, Keep, Donate. This’ll be easy, she thought. I’ve done all this already.Read More
Lynda picked at the bare wall with her fingernail. She’d spent hours steaming and stripping away the wallpaper.Read More
My grandmother lived in a house on a corner in a town by the sea on the North Norfolk coast. An awkward corner at the end of a terrace row.Read More
Outside the light was bright but grey. The light of winter, where the sun hides behind a thick blanket of cloud. Inside, the light was dim.Read More
Tia found the pineapple washed up on the shore near her house. She wasn’t sure why but she picked it upRead More
“If you can see it I know I’m not mad.”Read More
A hand flew up in front of Daphne’s face as she stood looking along the line of machines that made hot drinks. Cappuccino. Espresso. Filter. Hot chocolate. Tea. Where was tea?Read More
“I think I can get the window open.” “Shush. You’re making too much noise.” “We need to get it open. Eve needs milk.” Milly looks down at the new-born she holds in her arms.Read More
The sun dips low meeting the horizon. The light that filters through the window is thin and cool. Winter is long and harsh here.Read More
I’m looking at this photograph trying to connect with it. It’s a strange thing looking at family photographs before you have any real memory.Read More
What rhymes with cat?Read More