Write

Each Monday we post a new quote on Instagram and ask our followers to join us in a little creative writing exercise. Simply comment on the quote post with your continuation of the quote, and have the chance to win $20 cash and a prize from the writt.org shop.

Below are a few of our past winners.

 

Week of 10/29/18

Winner: @sim4783

Prompt: "But his dreams were as gigantic as his surroundings were small." From Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy.

Response: “There once lived a boy in the old streets of the walled city. His round eyes always wide with curiosity. He was small, small for his age but not weak. There was an agility to him, a sense of curiosity and restlessness that reminded me of a curious bird perched on tree branch ready to take off any minute, any time. Ready to explore the wonders of the world. He could have been a bird. But God saw fit to make send him into this world as a boy, with all the aspirations of a young eagle yearning to fly, yet no wings. But perhaps not all wings are visible and not all flights take you towards the sky. 

That’s what I thought when I saw him one day, while passing through the narrow street of where he lived with his widowed
mother. He was leaning on his terrace looking over the old street.
It was too narrow to allow any view other than the backside of a paan shop, but his eyes were fixed on something, something well
beyond what was present. How can a face look so alert and lost at the same time, how pure and innocent yet, serious and determined? I wondered for a moment, and wandered off, leaving the little boy to his dreams.”

 

Week of 10/22/18

Winner: @amanashesh

Prompt: "It is better to be alone than unwelcome." From Eve’s Diary by Mark Twain.

Response: “The masses did not care for his existence. In the sense of the word that matters, he was never unwelcomed. No one cared enough to disinvite him, a mail would pop in his inbox no matter what the event was. He had subscribed to the mailing list long ago. The organizers never cared, he was just another head in the crowd. No one knew anyone at these events and everyone was free to interact with everyone else. Everyone was supposed to attend these events alone, the point was to meet new people. He had enthusiastically subscribed to the mailing list in a failed attempt to “break out of his shell”. He never could. He believed, people would come to him, make him feel welcome, like the world was obligated to make him comfortable, like the world owed him something, like he was destined to be important to someone and that someone would appear magically out of no where through no efforts of his own. One day he read this quote “it’s better to be alone then unwelcome” and has used it to justify his lack of will to put any efforts into building relationships ever since. He’ll die a lone man, finding solace in the belief that Twain did too. He doesn’t read much except for quotes on the internet that lack any context.”

 

Week of 10/15/18

Winner: @nomadindian

Prompt: "I love a broad margin to my life." From Walden by Henry David Thoreau.

Response: “I love a broad margin to my life,” I sighed as my sister continued to lecture me. She is convinced that I am too old to enroll in college or pierce my nose. Her contentment in only being in one relationship, one career, and one town her entire life seems suffocating. I want to engage in repartee with intellectuals, find myself in a rainforest, and love in countless ways. Why must she try to confine me? In this apartment, it’s becoming hard to breathe.”

 

Week of 10/08/18

Winner: @katniss_elizabeth

Prompt: "I don't want just words. If that's all you have for me you'd better go." From The Beautiful and Damned by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Response: I once fell in love with a man who spoke of love as if he knew it well. His eyes were like icicles piercing into my soul, and his words were as elegant as the Northern snow in the dead of Winter. Yet, I was blind to the cold chill that fed his soul. The words were only a distant mirage of warmth that never resided in his soul. As time has passed without him; I began to idly observe words as only a reaction to a flood of chemicals seeping off our tongues. I shall not bide my time and waste my hopes based off of a dreamer. I will conquer my dignity and study words that flow from a dreamer with every question, and stand my ground demanding action. Don’t let me forget to show you the door in response to just empty promises. After all, they are just words.

 

Week of 10/01/18

Winner: @insta_marge

Prompt: “I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” From Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery.

Response: I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers,
for October teaches me to hope.

If there were no spring, October would be a period, a final punctuation signaling the end with each fallen leaf. A burial of summer and the life that was.

Yet because spring comes each year without fail, October is a comma, an intentional pause in which my heart, much like the soil, can adjust to the cold, explore the stillness, and prepare for new life.

So although the days darken and slow, I know this pattern of seasons is deliberate. For death comes not only after life, but before life, too. Take hope in the comma, for there is more sentence to come.

 

Week of 9/24/18

Winner: @the_lux_and_simple_life

Prompt: “If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it.” From The Sea-Gull by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov.

Response: If at any time you should have need of my life, come and take it.
Take it to bits when you need a happy sigh or laugh or cry.
Take it whole, if you want my whole
flesh and when you need another soul.
Take it in a flash, at once with no regret.
And take it again and again and again, as giving it to you gives sense and meaning and a new beginning.
But come. Come make me alive, wholeheartedly alive reliving through you.
Even if I cannot stay.
Even if I’m only blue.

 

Week of 9/17/18

Winner: @chirayuwriter

Prompt: “Just breathing isn’t living!” From Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter.

Response: Just breathing isn’t living:

It is I am breathing every second,

but my breath is not the breathe

that I was breathing at the time 

when I was with the one for

whom I was living

Now I don’t think I am living, she is not there
for whom I was living that time when she was with me 

my breathing was like

the clouds in a windy sky and

the stars in the dark sky

She was everything to me 

She was my life for whom I was living and whenever she was with me, my Every time when I breathe feels like “This is the life I want, 

I want to be and want to live” 

When she has gone without saying anything at that time my breathing changed to breathe of the hell 

Like healing anything inside,

Conceived from a long time

It is fear, hesitation, the pain of

the most difficult time that itches or chews every time from the inside out is all that I find while breathing it is the breathe I don’t feel good like before so it is

“just breathing isn’t living”.

 
 

Week of 9/10/18

Winner: @AdityaVerma

Prompt: "They had nothing in common but the English language." From Howards End by E.M. Forster.

Response: They had nothing in common but the English language. Two souls contrasting each other like words in black ink frozen over white sheets. Dissimilar, yet necessary in order to bring out the best in them. They were on different pages but the book was same. They were struggling with the same punctuations. The optimistically tortuous commas and taunting semi colons of life. Dealing with full stops that look like a dead end but eventually they lead to new sentences. She was an ode to the west wind while he was a gloomy street from the pages of the crime and punishment. But nothing unites like misery and what could be a bigger pool of exquisite burning miseries than literature itself. From the extreme corners of that old public library, two people communicated without words because they had nothing in common but the English language.