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Weekend Writing Prompt #238 – Familiar

Yesterday turned out to be way lazier than I had planned. Don’t you just love that?  Well, I do, anyway 🙂

So it may not be the weekend but hey, does it really matter?  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. Thank you, Sammi, for hosting!


wk 238 familiar


Why don’t you run on a different route? they ask. Aren’t you tired of the same-old, same-old? Don’t you want to see something different?

What they don’t understand is there is something special that happens when you choose the familiar.  Rather than not see what is there, you notice every little change.  There is a shift in light as the seasons morph from one to another and nothing looks the same. I  am in continuous awe of it all.

90 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #238 – Familiar

  1. Dear Dale,

    Perfect use of the word. Speaking of familiar…the winter photo looks quite familiar to me. 😉 Your run, your path, your choice. Go for it, my friend.

    Shalom and lotsa familiar hugs,


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    • Dear Rochelle,

      Thank you, my friend. I wonder why you’ve seen this one before… wherever could that have been? 😉 And yes. I do!

      Shalom and lotsa familiar love,



  2. Q

    Those who pine for a different ‘scenic’ route are most definitely not writers. Because if they were, they wouldn’t give a fig newton what path was chosen because they would be too busy ruminating and deliberating inside their noggins to bother about such nonsense.

    Of course, tracks are different. NEVER run on a track unless you have no blessed choice in the matter. It’s akin to watching one of those Flintstones re-runs where the same scene plays over and over again in a loop as Fred peddles his way through trouble. Ugh! And it feels as if time stands still, because when you’re running on a track, it is.

    But the locale, everywhere else, you do you.


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    • B

      I think you are right. They are looking at nothing, anyway.

      Tracks, I have none in my vicinity – unless there is one at the local high school but I have this feeling there isn’t. I am frankly not overly interested in driving over to the next town to try it out. I can just picture it being the Fred thing!

      I do me, always.


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      • I like to switch up the route myself, but now I’ve gotten used to a run I take around a community college campus that has tons of space. It seems that it was the popular place to be a couple days back when the weather was agreeable, so I just changed my route. That’s how much space this place affords.

        Nope, tracks really do suck. It’s the definition of monotony. One . . . Two . . Three . . Four . . . Kill Me!


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  3. Well said, Dale.
    Your photos attest to the wonders of your familiar route.
    While I have several to chose from, they overlap. One is a trail hike with more nature scenery.
    We change and the world changes around us. Familiarity enables us to sense all the changes. Photography records it.

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  4. It’s pretty amazing how many of us same-old same-old there are around. We all appreciate the subtle changes we see, even in just a brief moment. Perhaps the sun glinting on raindrops, scudding clouds creating fresh shadows, birds alighting on a flimsy twig. There is no chance of familiarity breeding contempt for us!

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  5. We wallow in the glory
    Of nature’s transient story
    Basking in the familiar
    Celebrating the similar
    Eyes wide we drink in the view
    Obilvious to anything new
    The dancing beauty of foliage
    Helps us to escape our cage.
    Sometimes we need to close our eyes
    To see the glory there under the skies.

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  6. What a wonderful celebration of the familiar. We can marvel at the wonders we find elsewhere, but only in familar places can we discover all the little changes, good or bad, that surround us throughout life. Great interpretation of the word.
    I like familiar, but I wish it were somewhere else. 😉

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    • Thank you, Gabriele, I like my familiar 🙂 I was thinking about how, when I moved, the house I preferred was in an unfamiliar town and I did not want to go out that far so I settled for the one I am in now – which I am so not in love with… sigh.

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  7. I have to agree with you, Thunder. I walk down the same alleys – coming & going.
    The art changes, the light, seasons, sometimes birds or squirrels, cooler than the main street in summer, and no beggars. They are all on the main street.
    There is something good to be said for the familiar.

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  8. Oh man, how’d I miss this post? I’m with you…every walk along our familiar route displays something new and interesting. Or confounding and irritating (which mostly revolves around people and how weird/inconsiderate they are). At any rate, always entertaining. Here’s to more happy and familiar trails, my friend.

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