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My Home Makes Me Think Of...

This was a creative writing prompt I got from... Wait, can you guess it?!

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....... CREATIVE WRITING PROMPTS! I know, the name? Not so creative.

In any case, I found their site the other day, and I like it. I figured maybe I could use some of their prompts to give myself a kick in the butt to start writing again. Because I love writing, I really do... But lately it doesn't just flow the way it used to. I figure getting back in the habit of doing it regularly is the first step to overcoming this battle-of-the-rut.

The prompt is:

Come up with ten images (endings, etc.) for the following prompt- "My home makes me think of..."

Here's what I have this afternoon.

(1) My home makes me think of singing silly songs, spinning and sailing and snuggling tight... A little girl who whispers to me as I tuck her in- "sleep tight"...

(2) My home makes me think of dishes to do, dinners to make, floors that have not yet been scrubbed, and socks on the floor...

(3) My home makes me think of homemade muffins with big chocolate chunks, dinners for three and pick plates for lunch.

(4) My home makes me think of a couch that's a little too small, but if we just cozy up, it doesn't matter at all...

(5) My home makes me think of visits with frolicking family, festive feasts, and fools feeling friendly.

(6) My home makes me think of a wiggling tail with red and white fur, always the greeter, always ready with a smile, waiting for a walk...

(7) My home makes me think of fresh, crisp air sweeping the stuffy out of winter, luscious tarts burning, spring cleaning and gardening to grow gladiolas... (or is it spring that makes me think of all this?...)

(8) My home makes me think of watercolor wishes, wondering painted with a bit of whimsy by someone I love so much.

(9) My home makes me think of a warm embrace, an ear when I need it, a helping hand- someone who always is and will be, my man...

(10) My home makes me think of the happiest three- because without the two of you, I just wouldn't be ME.

I love you both so very much... Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being my family.
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  1. Satsuki RebelMarch 24, 2009 at 9:07 AM

    (10) My home makes me think of the happiest three- because without the two of you, I just wouldn't be ME.

    Awww, cute! What a fun bit of writing. I love the descriptions you used. You managed to capture the comfort in those things we often take for granted.

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