This prompt comes from Writer’s Digest. You have discovered what appears to be an ordinary room. But as soon as you enter the room, time stops for you. When you leave the room, time picks up right where you left off. What do you use this room for?

This would be a library full of endless bookshelves with books of every kind. All I ever want to do is read and write. There simply isn’t enough time in a day to read as much as I’d like to. I have so many books that I need to read and simply don’t, because there’s always something else that needs to be done. This room would be full of fictional stories, history books, writing prompts, nonfiction, or anything that could inspire me to write.

Reading has always been my escape. When I curl up with a book, I can feel the presence of reality slip away. The characters become real, the places, and the emotions that I feel in that moment. But I don’t get to do it enough. If I had a room that could stop time, and allow me to read as much as I wanted without missing anything, I’d be spending most of my time frozen in that room.

Mirror, Mirror

This prompt comes from thinkwritten.com What if your mirror started talking to you? What might the mirror say?

“Don’t be afraid. Come closer. Take a good long look. Compliment yourself. I shouldn’t have to do if for you.”

On some level, I think we’re all a little afraid of the mirror. Really, I think we’re afraid of what we’ll see in the mirror. I try to avoid it as much as I can. I spend so much time telling myself that I don’t care what other people think. It’s true, for the most part. I don’t wear makeup. I rarely wear dresses. I wear my hair down 95% of the time. I dress for comfort, and I tell myself that it’s enough. Most of the time, it is. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from running my fingers through my hair when someone starts talking to me.

But even though I can go out in public dressed in a sweatshirt, tennis shoes and a messy bun, I hate looking in the mirror and discovering that it’s all I’m going to see. I don’t care what others think, but on some level, I care about what I think. If my mirror could talk to me, it would try to boost my self-esteem, telling me that I shouldn’t worry. Yet, somehow, I think that reassurance would only make me avoid the mirror more. I don’t take compliments well. I don’t even like the idea of a fictional compliment, such as my mirror doing so. So I avoid it when I can. But when I do look in the mirror, it’s brief. I always manage a sigh, knowing it’s as good as it’s going to get, even when I know I could try harder. I simply don’t want to try harder, because I’m not here to impress anyone.

Some days I wish I wasn’t even trying to impress myself.


This was a prompt I have received by someone I know. Write a poem about an emotion without stating the emotion.


Air stops lingering 

In the lungs

Forcing its way





Barely touching the sides

As if staying 

Will trap it


Heart beats faster 

Against a cell of bones

Asking to be heard with 

Every beat of protest




Rhythm increasing


Fingers tremble 

Out of control

Fighting to grasp



The world spinning

The mind fuzzy

As if everything was 



Stomach turning

Chest tightening

Words lost

On a tied tongue


Noise fading

Darkness consuming


A system faltering