site member prompt Technical Prompt

[gabrielsknife]

Okay, here's a prompt I remember from back in my high school days. My creative writing teacher gave our class this. I dunno if ya'll've seen it before, so here goes .

 

In three paragraphs, describe three different scenes that display anger, sadness, and happiness *without* using *any* dialogue. No quotation marks; action only.

 

I'll go first, as an example :2hands:.

 

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*Anger*

 

Nathan slammed his heel against his bedroom door. The little shit was going to get it now! Nathaniel vol'Trohei had had enough.

 

The jacket came off first. He had to rip it off before it could strangle him any longer. The intricate knot of his neckcloth required more then Nathan's thick fingers could manage. He heavily considered putting a blade to it, but that required more time then he was willing to give the damn thing. It took both hands and a snarl for the strip of linen to come apart and be thrown across the room.

 

His shirt followed after. One of his boots cracked the mirror it slammed against. The other knocked down a portrait from the wall. He kept replaying everything that had gone on, between himself and the damn mage. Little shit and his potions, his treatments, his damn little chipper attitude! All the damn time! Nathan couldn't stand it!

 

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*Happiness*

 

Simon dropped back against the grass, letting the sun warm his pale skin. He couldn't help smile as the clouds above shifted against a great canvas of blue. He could see the image of a running horse in one. The wispy trail of a tree's leaves in another.

 

He reached up his hands to feel the wind sweep over his palms. The only thing that would make the day more perfect was if Nathan were with him. They didn't have to kiss or make love or anything. Just hearing the air pass out of Nathan's chest would be enough.

 

A sudden burst of laughter tickled his lips. Anything was better when Nathan was involved. Just the threat of his smile was enough to make Simon's day worth while. When they brushed against one another, when they spoke, with their eyes met across the dining hall; just the thought of such things made Simon wriggle in the grass.

 

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*Sadness*

 

The door gave a pert click as the lock found it's home. Harper's fingers slid down the handle, leaving a smear of oil and sweat to mark where he'd been.

 

He didn't have the strength of will to stand on his own two feet anymore. Not after what he'd seen; after what the doctors had forced him to bear witness to. His baby bird. His partner's beloved son. Laying unconscious on the bed, with white sheets that had more colour then he did.

 

Harper pulled his deadened hand up to cover his mouth. There was no god, Saint or Blessed Mother that could make Trenai whole now. He feared what Rhyallis would do when he spoke of what he'd seen. He feared the cries he would have to endure, the words, the panic. But, most of all, he feared the scars and torn flesh that had brought tears to his eyes.

 

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End! Good luck everyone!

[Renee Stevens]

Decided to try and incorporate all three into one scene, but each has 3 paragraphs devoted to it

 

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Jordan glared at the little window in the middle of the door. God damn them, he was getting hungry and they still hadn't brought him his stupid dinner. Not that it would be any better than it had the last six months, but it was better than nothing he supposed. Walking over he pounded his fists against the solid door as he tried to get somebody's attention.

 

He watched as people passed by the door and completely ignored him as he pounded his fists against the door until they bled. He looked impassively at the blood that stained the door before going to sit on his bed and glare once again at the door.

 

Beating on the door didn't do any good, they never paid any attention to him anyways, at least until they realized he'd hurt himself. Then they'd come running, stupid people, ignore him until he hurt himself. What was really the point of that!

 

Jordan looked at the blood on his hands and couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up in him. He collapsed in laughter on his cot as he watched the blood trickle down his hands. He soon found himself rolling on his bed as some unknown hilarity hit him.

 

In his laughter, Jordan rolled off the bed and hit the hard floor. Trying to regain his composure he sat up and slid up against the wall. His laughter died down to be replaced by a contented smile as he looked at the door and again wondered when they were going to bring him his dinner.

 

He thought about what the dinner that night would be. They were always so predictable. Each day of the week had something different, but yet it was the same as the same day the week before. He guessed they figured that it was best to keep to some kind of structure.

 

His laughter soon turned to tears as he realized that the only people he ever really saw were the ones who brought his food and brought him medication that he refused to take. Occasionally they forced him to take the medication, even though he bit them and fought them as much as he could.

 

The tears ran down his cheeks as he thought about how nobody ever came to see him. It was apparent that those that put him here didn't really care about him. If they had then they would come and visit, but he was alone, and he knew it. Nobody really knew what to do with him.

 

Jordan looked up as a face appeared in the small window of the door. The door quickly opened and a nurse rushed in with a couple of security guards. He saw the little cup of pills in there hand and knew that they were going to force him to take the pills. They said he was bi-polar but if he was, then he could never remember the high's and low's that they told him he had.