Wednesday Writing Prompt — October 29th, 2014

It’s that time of the week, where I randomly draw two cards from my trusty Storymatic and we write! The goal is to write a flash fiction piece between 100 to 500 words.

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Write your flash fiction and post it either on your own blog–linking back to this one–or in the comments below this post. On Thursdays, I will be showcasing the previous weeks entries.

I post my own finished writing, from this prompt, every Friday.

Todays writing prompts are:

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Teenager and Revenge.

Please make sure to link to this post if you do not post in the comments below. You can also share your work on twitter using the hashtag #HeyThereFFWP …Happy Writing!

19 thoughts on “Wednesday Writing Prompt — October 29th, 2014”

  4. Ok, here goes nothing;
    They said I wouldn’t amount to much. My life apparently summed up as an algebra equation and I wasn’t even sure which axis I was on. A poor family with hand me down values and fraudulent smiles. . Grit and determination were bred into me like a scientist with a grant riding on the line. No one has time for a nurturing environment when bills need to be paid. There is a part of me that wishes I could say that as a family we stuck together and made it through, but that’s someone else’s living fairy tale, I’m just an observer turning a page. The first half of my young life was confusing and filled with bullies, I didn’t expect the 2nd half of my adolescence to be any different. I found myself content to simply get by in school, make a few friends, and watch as the years that were supposed to be fun just wilt away like dying leaves. I did all of the things they said I would, being from the wrong side of the proverbial track. I got into trouble, skipped school, and hung out with the wrong people. I blasted my music, letting Joey Ramone belt out his lyrics of my own teenage angst. Little did I know I was falling into their trap. The cleverly laid out plan set up by ‘the man’. The more I fell into it the angrier I became at it. I tried fighting by being more rebellious, breaking more rules as if somehow society was a glass house I could take down with my self-righteous stones. I don’t recall a single moment of change or epiphany but more of a collective gathering of data over time, that final Excel function giving me a total. The change was a gradual one, the music stayed the same but the volume was turned down. I felt I had to fight the establishment from the inside, feeling like an academic ninja I set out on my new path. I applied myself more in school and became an observer rather than a simple noise-producer. I graduated high school at 16 and got a better score on my SAT’s than most who went all four years. A 1525 isn’t bad for a kid from the wrong side of the tracks. I took down the front of apathy like the boarded up windows in a hurricane. I wanted to do better than my peers, not in a competitive way, but in a ravenous hunger for knowledge, cutting into the answers on my dinner plate.
    I’m always trying to fill my head with more answers and yet more questions, forever trying to be more compassionate, a better listener so I could belt my own lyrics about a youth destroyed by pre meditated idea of middle class. I see you out there, your face worn far beyond its years, too tired from climbing those metaphorical mountains of obstacles. Instead of judging you I hold the door and offer a smile of a comrade. When the world fails, we’ll be the survivors. We will offer the best type of revenge there is, proving them all wrong.

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