Wednesdays Visual Writing Prompt


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Visual writing prompts are an excellent method to spark your creativity. They are a means of exploration into your journey as a writer. Taking part in writing prompts can lead you into depths of writing discovery that may have otherwise eluded you.

Taking twenty minutes to participate in prompts like this on a regular basis can unlock your true potential as a writer.

Good Luck!

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The Challenge

Use this prompt to think outside the box, to go somewhere with your writing that you had never dared go before. See what kind of magic you can work with that brilliant mind of yours.

  • Use this prompt to add a scene to the current book you are writing.
  • Start a short story that you can give away for free to subscribers of your blog.
  • Or just practice your skills.

It’s true that a picture like this can spark ideas you may never have considered!

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Please post a link to your writing in the comments section 🙂

I look forward to reading your writing.

Have Fun!

2 thoughts on “Wednesdays Visual Writing Prompt”

  1. The above prompt is another I cannot ignore. I have decided to write a part 2 to my short story entitled Uh Hellooo!? thanks to the above pic. It is entitled Uh Hellooo…And you Are?
    This is where I am to date…..

       Greetings, please take a seat. It’s so nice to see you again. 
       My head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton. My eyes feel like they’re glued shut. Perhaps I can open them just a tad to start. Oh, that’s a little better. Wait! Where am I? This is certainly not the man’s office. I see no doctors or nurses, no patients sitting in chairs. It’s cold and damp and the air smells putrid. There’s dust and grime everywhere, floating in the air. I feel so disoriented; my legs can’t feel the floor. Looking straight, I see the horizon.
       It won’t do me any good to panic. 
       Readers, perhaps you could send me some good vibes to help me assess my situation. 
       Suddenly, I feel so Zen-like. Zen… my goodness, the feeling seems so foreign, but it does seem to be working. I’m almost back to my old self, old being the watchword here. My bones feel creaky and I feel lighter, as if I’m missing a part of me. 
       Pardon me kind sirs and ladies, allow me to close my eyes so that I may inventory my parts, please, no peeking. I trust you will respect my wishes.
         Hello again, I see that took some time. The sky has darkened since we last spoke, well, not we since this is a one-sided conversation. 
       After a close inspection of my being, I am happy to report that I am still serviceable, albeit, not fully. My bottom shelf is shattered; my mirror is almost certainly cracked or gone completely; I am missing three hooks, two on the left and one on the right. Oh, and my handy drawer is history. Lastly, something is weighing on me; when I say weighing I don’t mean thoughts or wonders, of which I have many. There is an actual weight on one of my remaining hooks. For now, it’s a mystery. With my mirror broken, I no longer see as good as I once did. 
       I assure you this funk is only temporary. In time I will recover. After all, I did not get to be this old by mere happenstance. I have served a purpose in the past and I expect I will continue to do some good in this world, wherever and whenever I am. One of my hooks is being used by something and I must believe there is a reason for everything. And even though my vision is impaired and distorted I can still see something on my right side. I may be broken and weaker than I once was but I am not out for the count just yet. 
       Dear readers, please don’t give up on me; I need your support.
       The start of a brand new day and I am still tilted and in the same spot I was in yesterday but I will not despair. The sun is shining overhead, at least that is something even though the air is still cold and impure. Gee, I needed a good night’s rest. Yesterday’s awakening took a lot out of me; I let my fears get the best of me. Today I intend to ascertain exactly where I am, the when will have to wait, with age comes patience. 
       My bodily position tells me I am wedged and leaning between two heavy metal objects. Only one of my feet is touching what must be rocky ground. Blind on my left I can still see blurry images on my right. In the distance I see two stacks of what seem to be smashed cars stacked one upon the other. Based on what I see and feel I must conclude that I have been discarded and thrown on a junk heap. I wonder if this is what people call a ‘Junkyard’? I also spy a rundown shack to the right of the taller stack. With any luck there is a man or a woman inside. Patience is a virtue so I wait…

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