Hello! Ah... Isn't this nice weather making you eager for summer? It's just so beautiful! Within the next month most of you who are going to school will be on summer break -- I get off the 5th of june. Well, after that random bit of conversation, here is your prompt. When you write your story, post it in the comments below. Don't tell me what the object is, because next week I think I'll take everyones and we can have some fun with them.
Back around the beginning of my High School school year, one of my first writing assignments was to write a certain type of Who Am I? writings. I pulled a word from a jar that the teacher provided and passed around - All those words in the jar was a certain inanimate object you saw in a class room. As an Honors English class, she expected the writings from all us students to be so gloriously shinning, so she made us go deeper into the story. You'll see what I mean when I show mine as an example.
Prompt: Describe an inanimate object in the room without mentioning it by name. Be as descriptive as you can be and use all 5 senses, include a certain overall mood, and give it a good title.
I ended up with a story that had an eerie mood. When you read mine, notice how vague I'm being. I'm not using plain words or anything that give out my identity. I'm writing as if I am the object. What do you feel, taste, hear, see, or smell? What is going through your objects mind? What is being done with it? So, here is mine - I'd like to use it as an example:
I'm a lonely soul floating on an ice cold glacier. As I look out into the horizon, a shadow rapidly approaches, reaching towards me. The shadow grasps me, his fingers wrapping strongly around my small structure all too easily, almost choking me. I'm lifted up off the ice floor, now warming up from the heat that radiates from his hands. The overpowering aroma of body odor hits me as the sweat rolls off his palms - a salty taste flows into my opened mouth. The sound of crunching echoes through my mind as I am suddenly forced down, gums biting into crisp bundles. But there was nothing for the shadow this time. I was empty. My insides had already been stolen.
What Am I?