Once More With Feeling Writing Prompts: Day 7
April 15, 2017 Leave a comment
Okay, so I was gearing up to do this writing prompt and realized that the most important part, the part that inspired me to make a note on the end of it that said “try not to go into the gutter on this one”, was missing. I’ve fixed it in the original post but just so you know, the part that accidentally got left out said that the prompt also needs to involve touching something for the first time. This, of course is me putting it in my own words. When I first got the prompt from a generator it said POV – third person (omniscient) * male character – under 18 * the first touch. When I created my new list, I decided to put the prompt into a somewhat proper sentence. Anyway, I’ll just get right into the prompt for today.
Write in the third person (omniscient) point of view about a male character who is under the age of 18. Have the story involve touching something for the first time. *try not to go into the gutter with this one!*
I’m going to try to keep this under a thousand words, but it’s not necessary for anyone else to do. Let’s get started, shall we?
He’d found it under the bed in his parent’s room. In all his teenage years, he’d never realize that they’d had one hidden there. Did they take it out when he wasn’t home and use it? Why had he never realized something like it was even in their house. Kevin could honestly say he’d never seen one in person before. Sure, he’d seen them on television shows and movies, but this was the first time he was in touching distance of one.
Tentatively he pulled it out from under it’s hiding spot. It was a little dusty, so he decided that they may not actually use it. Also, he realized that it was bigger and heavier than he’d assumed a real one would be. The base was so smooth, and once the dust was wiped away, shiny and red. The neck was a little rough and ribbed, also it led to several knobby proportions at the tip. He carefully ran his fingers over all of it, letting the different textures tantalize his senses. He plucked at the metal wires wondering if it was his father’s. Something told him the strait-laced office worker may not be the owner of such a device, though Kevin was open to the possibility that he could be wrong.
His mother then? He’d only ever seen her as his mother. It was hard to picture her with one of these in her hands, making a world of noise with her voice screeching into the world. Then again, the woman had a tendency to like jeans with little tears and cool edgy designs in them, even if she was soft spoken, but firm.
Little did he know that his father was actually the hidden rockstar, that it was because of his position as a guitarist that allowed him to meet Kevin’s mother, who was a big fan of the indie rock group. Actually, she’d hooked up with his father, and nine month’s later she’d had him. Kevin’s father had given up the band shortly after, and then after a year more of dateing, they were married and his dad was searching the want adds for a stable job to support his new family.
Kevin was in for a shock later!