In a recent trip to Five Below I unearthed this little book gem – 400 Writing Prompts by #piccadillyinc and figured I’d share the prompts on Facebook and then put my brainstorming attempts here. 500 Words is the writing goal, but attempt # 1 weighs in at a lean 300. That’s life. Enjoy the rambles.
- While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?
Sitting in the sand, my hand digging against broken shells I feel the smoothness of sea glass not quite ripe. Pulling it up I find it is not a broken shard but a bottle sealed shut. Canned air from god knows where hits sky. I stick my finger inside the rim and carry it home.
Twirling it on the counter I imagine where it has been, what this bottle has seen. My fingers itch to leave a note, return it to the sea. But what to say to that far off imaginary person living beneath the waves? The mermaid I longed to be as a child. Tail flipping strongly through the crystal waters as she slips into the depths never to be seen again.
Only one thought plays in my mind as I scribble on a yellow sticky note. It beats a rhythm in my brain as I roll it up; seal it against salted water intrusion. To greet the outgoing tide I time my walk back to the beach.
Damp sand clings to my feet. The energy of a shark’s tooth calls to me. I bend grabbing it before it disappears. A thin wave rides the shore. The water is cool, a foreshadow of the winter to come. Above me, the lonely shriek of a hungry gull carries in the wind. A salted spray touches my skin, stings my eyes and I am reminded of my message. The worlds hidden in between my words.
Wading past the sandbar, past the imaginary line of no return, I swim. Out beyond the buoy, away from the colorful line of surfers to where dolphins raise their fins in salutations. The bottle slips from my grasp. I watch it bob away. I go under once. Twice. My last thought: wish I was there.