15 Minute Writing Prompt
Don’t have time to write? I respectfully disagree. You owe it to yourself to take 15-minutes to write today. With this 15-minute writing exercise, you have no excuses.
This week, we’ll take a look at some visual prompts, and how we can use them to inspire a story. Responding to a visual prompt is more than just writing what you see, you need to expand beyond the boundaries of the photo. Uncover the secrets to an image. Use it as visual evidence, and allow those discovered details to show up in your writing.
Prompt- Pick one of the three visual prompts below and use it as inspiration for a 15-minute story. Yes, that means that you should only take 15-minutes to write it. Don’t spend any time editing. This exercise is meant to help you practice creativity and get words on the page.
I chose photo #1. The photo reminded me of a man I met in a small town church when I was hiking. The 15-minute story isn’t about him, but it’s inspired by him because the visual so reminded me of that man. I also chose to do something that I don’t get to do very often, which is write in the 2nd person. This tends to work best when the speaker is giving directions, so I had a local in town describe the man who always sits in the church. Because I found my inspiration in a small town where people had thick accents, I tried to recreate that here through a bit of local diction. This is what I came up with in my 15 minutes:
If you need keys to the church, don’t ask the pastor, ask Gary. His family have been keepers of the church keys for generations. It’s just convenient seein’ how they live next to the church and all. Yup, it’s the yellow house over there. Don’t bother knockin’ on the door though, there won’t be no answer. If it’s past 8am, Gary’s already got the church open. Yeah, he opens it every day, and he guards it himself. Well, no, we don’t really need no guards. But, we used to leave the church open most of the time, till some kids few years back decided to have a party in there one Friday night. Lot a stuff got broken and stolen, and since then Gary don’t leave the church open and alone no more. He keeps it company. Well, it keeps him company. You see, Gary don’t got no family. Kids are God knows where and cancer took his wife two years ago. Now don’t go mentionin’ that to Gary, not even for condolences. Guy don’t know she’s dead. Well, I suspect he knows that she dead, he just don’t seem to always remember. So when you go into the church, he’s agonna ask for you to pray for her. Not for her soul, you see, but for her health. He asks every traveler who comes this way to see the old church, he asks everyone of em to pray for his wife. “She’s real sick. Promise me you’ll pray for her,” he says, “God don’t listen to me no more, but he may listen to you.” He says that same thing to everyone. When he says it to you, do what he asks. Pray, but don’t pray for her, pray for Gary. Poor man ain’t got nothin’ or no one but the key to that there church. Go, pay your visit to God and Gary, they’re waitin’.