In this challenge (which I actually got from doing Guided Reading at school, as this was one of our tasks to do) I will pick an object from the room I am in right now, and use purely my imagination to make it sound interesting, and I hope you like it!
Let's get into it!
My first one is... a book!
The old, battered book sat limply on the wooden shelf, waiting sadly for the day that it would be read again. Many people had read it in the last few years, but recently no-one had read it. The book loved the days it was read, but not when people ripped the pages out, or dog-eared the corners. Every time a person picked it up, the book dreamt of its dream owner, who would never even think of tearing the pages, or would shake their head when another person folded the cover, and it got a crease in it.
My second one is... a desk!
Perched on the floor, the desk sighed happily. Its life was brilliant. The owner of the house would put beautiful things on it, like really nice pencil and pen pots with pretty patterns on. The desk enjoyed looking at them, and admiring the colours. The only thing the desk didn't like was that the owner of the house kept putting some technology on its top, but that wasn't big enough to complain about, so the desk lived with it even though he didn't like it.
My third one is... a cuddly toy!
The soft, fluffy cuddly toy sat on the shelf helplessly, wishing wistfully of a life where he was loved properly and played with all the time. Currently, the person who owned the cuddly toy had played with it once, and then it had been cruelly shoved on the shelf, and had not been touched ever again, apart from when it made itself fall off the shelf to get attention, and consequently be played with. But no, the owner simply tossed the toy back on the shelf. It wasn't that the toy was not pretty, it was nearly as good as new, but for some reason, children only play with a toy once, and then about a minute later you find it in a corner, and the child playing with something else. It goes round like this, in an abominable cycle.
And finally... my fourth one is... a pencil!
The battered stub of a much-sharpened pencil lay hopelessly on the desk. It was exhausted from being written with and being sharpened constantly, by a person who liked their pencils particularly sharp all the time. When they ran out of pencil to sharpen, they merely chucked the pencil stub over their shoulder, and grabbed a brand new, shiny pencil from the pot in the middle of the table. Behind the person was a collection of pencil stubs, abandoned on the floor for others to pick up, and then deposit in the bin in the corner of the classroom. The pencil knew that all the other pencils wished they weren't sharpened so much by the person, and also that the teacher must be tired of constantly having to buy new pencils at Staples because they all became mere stubs, a shadow of a recently bought, brand new pencil from Staples (and Staples pencils were really good quality).
So I hope you liked my first Writing Challenge. Comment down below your suggestions for my next one, and I will probably do it next time. But for now, thank you for visiting my blog, and I hope to see you again soon!
Let's get into it!
My first one is... a book!
The old, battered book sat limply on the wooden shelf, waiting sadly for the day that it would be read again. Many people had read it in the last few years, but recently no-one had read it. The book loved the days it was read, but not when people ripped the pages out, or dog-eared the corners. Every time a person picked it up, the book dreamt of its dream owner, who would never even think of tearing the pages, or would shake their head when another person folded the cover, and it got a crease in it.
My second one is... a desk!
Perched on the floor, the desk sighed happily. Its life was brilliant. The owner of the house would put beautiful things on it, like really nice pencil and pen pots with pretty patterns on. The desk enjoyed looking at them, and admiring the colours. The only thing the desk didn't like was that the owner of the house kept putting some technology on its top, but that wasn't big enough to complain about, so the desk lived with it even though he didn't like it.
My third one is... a cuddly toy!
The soft, fluffy cuddly toy sat on the shelf helplessly, wishing wistfully of a life where he was loved properly and played with all the time. Currently, the person who owned the cuddly toy had played with it once, and then it had been cruelly shoved on the shelf, and had not been touched ever again, apart from when it made itself fall off the shelf to get attention, and consequently be played with. But no, the owner simply tossed the toy back on the shelf. It wasn't that the toy was not pretty, it was nearly as good as new, but for some reason, children only play with a toy once, and then about a minute later you find it in a corner, and the child playing with something else. It goes round like this, in an abominable cycle.
And finally... my fourth one is... a pencil!
The battered stub of a much-sharpened pencil lay hopelessly on the desk. It was exhausted from being written with and being sharpened constantly, by a person who liked their pencils particularly sharp all the time. When they ran out of pencil to sharpen, they merely chucked the pencil stub over their shoulder, and grabbed a brand new, shiny pencil from the pot in the middle of the table. Behind the person was a collection of pencil stubs, abandoned on the floor for others to pick up, and then deposit in the bin in the corner of the classroom. The pencil knew that all the other pencils wished they weren't sharpened so much by the person, and also that the teacher must be tired of constantly having to buy new pencils at Staples because they all became mere stubs, a shadow of a recently bought, brand new pencil from Staples (and Staples pencils were really good quality).
So I hope you liked my first Writing Challenge. Comment down below your suggestions for my next one, and I will probably do it next time. But for now, thank you for visiting my blog, and I hope to see you again soon!
Poor pencil stub.
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