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Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. The shorter the better for this challenge!  Thank you, Sammi.

Longing for Childhood

Grass tickling legs

Lying on your back

Head cradled in hands

Gazing at endless clouds

Believing in forever


101 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless

  1. Q

    This post reminds me of a conversation I had once, about childhood. We were talking about having the run of the neighborhood, inventing new games without use of a television and the days. How the days would go on for what seemed like forever. And then we were wondering why that was, and I came up with an idea.


    As kids, we didn’t concern ourselves with the stuff since we figured we had plenty of it. But it WAS the reason the days felt so long. Because we didn’t concern ourselves with time. Time was measured in lunch, and when it would start getting dark, in the summer. That’s it. It worked.

    And then we got watches, and then we got jobs. And then time changed.

    Nicely measured lesson you laid out here.


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    • B,

      I could not agree more. Today’s kids have had this stolen from them. Oh, there are a few who have been brought up old school (and let’s be honest, they are usually the lower-income families – who would have thought they were the lucky ones?)

      Time – the concept of time. You’re right. We measured by our bellies and the whistle from Dad (in my case) or when the street lights went on.

      Sigh. Wouldn’t it be nice to go back there for a little bit?

      So glad you enjoyed my 18-word lesson.


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      • It’s the truth. The kids with less always get more in terms of the intangibles. Which allows for a keener perspective on the important things in life, if you ask me. They tend to get it, way more.

        I would have breakfast, which consisted of cereal most days. And out the door until check in time around lunch time . . which wasn’t measured in time so much as in what was going on in the neighborhood.

        I think we didn’t get how good things were, relatively speaking. Back in the early eighties, the world seemed plenty dangerous to us. That’s what made summer afternoons with nothing to do so priceless.

        Beauty is what it was.

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        • They do. By living in the real world, they learn how to deal with a lot more than those living in the fake computerized one.

          Yes.. a bowl of Rice Crispies or a couple of toasts with jam and out. There was at least one mother within shouting distance to tell their kid it was lunchtime so we all disbanded, only to return once satiated. There were monkey bars to climb, races to be had, see who could swing the highest before jumping off (how we didn’t break anything is beyond me)…

          Of course we didn’t know then. There is nothing like perspective to to make us see clearly what was a given. Wouldn’t it be nice to have that freedom again? Well, if we’re lucky, we get to retire and go back to playing…

          Thank you.


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          • There’s something to be said for bootstraps and scuffed knees. And I realize those terms date me, but whatevs.

            Stick ball games, hand ball at the school playground or a game of basketball in the yards. Hanging out at the pizza shop and playing arcade or pinball games. Or in the park listening to tunes and hanging out. There was no shortage of things to do.

            i “retire” every day, but for me it’s a thing I never wish to do. I would go off the deep end in no time, Instead, running and theme parks and shopping for some really cool one of a kind piece to sell or writing . . my retirement gifts to myself. I guess in that way I learned the world differently and kept to it. I’ve never been satisfied with how things are supposed to work, because if they ARE supposed to work, why are people dying younger and why are they so miserable when they’re alive? Depression has allowed me to see that I’m not THAT, at least. Not great, but not that.

            Muchas gracias lovely.


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          • Whatevs! We are the lucky ones, I say.

            Street hockey, tag, hanging in the park singing, going to get candies at the local dep…

            No, no. One need not completely retire and stop working all-together, but there comes a point where you surely can allow yourself to slow down a bit. I think each person does what works best for them. And yes, giving yourself the small pleasures every day makes all the difference, I think, And depression, dealing with early death has given us each a gift of sorts. To seize the moment, enjoy what we have and go and get the little things that make us feel happy, no?

            De nada, lovelier,


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          • I think so.

            So much!

            I know, I was just thinking about how peeps have all these preconceived ideas as to what life is supposed to look like. And hell, it never ends up looking that way. I always think of the person who works his whole life and then retires and is dead in a month. Because they stopped running, doing that thing that kept them here. When left without it, the purpose was lost. Of course, that person is also a preconceived notion because there are a million in between places.

            De nice!


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          • Of course you do.

            And yes!

            And so often you hear that sad story. Those who die within months of retiring usually lived to work instead of worked to live. They had no other means of obtaining joy, they found no hobbies or activities to keep them healthy. They found themselves suddenly bereft of a raison d’etre and so much time in which to be, well, nothing. How awful.


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          • 😉

            And he is not the only one. So many. But it be that way… post it is already determined. The way I see it, might as well live in the now and do those things that turn your crank now rather than later coz you don’t know when later is.


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  2. Endless,the flow of blood
    A river from my nose
    Was I hit?
    No but still it flows.

    18 words
    Inspiration comes from my platelet count of 24 (normal is 180 – 230) as my nose freely bled through a zoom University lesson this morning. 4 hours of blood like a tap this morning. Tomorrow in hospital for a platelets and blood transfusion.

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    • Oh dear. While your 18 words give a visual – I think of my niece who used to get these nosebleeds – I’m awfully sorry this is your reality.

      Jeez Louise…24!! And 4 hours! That is scary and reminded me of an episode of “Six Feet Under” which I hope never happens to you.


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