Prompt: “I can’t support you anymore”

It takes two to mango

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In everyone’s favorite creative writing workshop a few weeks ago, the one I feverishly plan on being on the eboard next semester for, one of four prompts was: Fiction- “I can’t support you anymore.”

While I did not write a piece of fiction, I did write a haiku. Disclaimer: it’s not based off someone I know, from as far as you can tell, at least.

Bags

I can’t support you

When you eat mango pulp from

Hefty, black trash bags


 

Please, spin me a tale of someone you can no longer support, and write, possibly in haiku form, why you can’t support them anymore.

With love, Alyssa


Photo by: Watercolor Artist Susaleena, Susaleena.com. Her paintings are hyper-realistic and vibrant.

You Sent Me an Incompetently Punctuated Letter Knowing I’m a Grammar Aficionado

Punctuation is imperative.

I’m sorry, I’m working on it

Is a better apology than

I’m sorry I’m working on it.

With love, Alyssa

Time is Running Backwards

Time is running backwards. I saw her. She’s fast too. Her calves and ankles must be spectacular.

Finals begin next week so I haven’t been writing to the best of my ability, but I’d like to put forth a piece that I wrote last week in my favorite creative writing workshop: The Inkwell.

Prompt: Time is running backwards. Where is time going? What is time doing? Etcetera.

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Point of View: Jamaica Kincaid Edition

This is how to give advice in the most condescending way possible.

Happy Sunday guys and gals! The piece I want to share today was written for my English class. The assignment was to take an assigned reading and change the point of view, and I chose Jamaica Kincaid’s piece “Girl” to be the prose poem I tamper with. Kincaid’s mother, as shown in her original work (which you can find here x), gave her a copious amount of advice and commands in what feels like an elongated breath, giving it a sense of urgency and obligation. This, and the bitter, frustrated feeling divided by semi-colons, drew me into the life of a young woman at the expense of her mother’s viewpoint.

In changing the point of view, what I wanted to do was encapsulate what I imagined Kincaid’s response to her mother would be. Additionally, I wanted to highlight the condescending style of prose shown without worrying about following all the motifs, such as food and cloth. Enjoy.

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