For today's creative writing prompts, we are going to work with oxymorons. Below is the list we will be working with today. Feel free to come up with your own list of oxymorons if you would like and you can also work with those.
alone together, dry wine, false hope, firey ice, going nowhere, liquid crystal, partial silence, sinfully good, valuable junk, waking dream, snow-covered tulip
Poetry Writing Prompts: Write a poem with at least two of the oxymorons in the poem.
OR
Write a poem with one of the oxymorons as the title.
Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story with one of the oxymorons as the title.
EssayWriting Prompt: Write an essay about how you feel about oxymorons. Do you enjoy them? Find them amusing or annoying? What oxymorons are in your life? (For example, where I live, finding a snow-covered tulip is certainly possible.)
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ReplyDeleteIt started as a simple idea. The idea quickly became a what if, and then a why not? What if a community existed for like minds like mine, a place for all who feel alienated from the human race.
What an extraordinary idea, bouncing through heads and up to the sky! And that’s the story of the day that BOING was born innocent and pure with nothing but big dreams and the best of intentions.
Boing provided a safe zone, boing promised the people of the world that they didn't have to be alone, boing provided the lonely the comfort of home.
The boing house expanded, remodeled, and downsized. Through the years, the collective’s purpose became compromised and eventually transformed entirely. What once was a safe haven for outcasts and activists, one of the few spaces expected to greet the world with a welcome mat, became a family of uncompromising extremists.
Its claim, to encourage creativity, acceptance, and awareness…backfired and became one-sided arrogance. I was introduced to the boing house at fifteen, and at the time, the self-governed “anarchists” enchanted me. I admired their need to take action and the assertion of their rights. The boing house comforted and encouraged me to take my individuality and rebellion to new heights.
Eventually, I grew taller and surer of myself. The naïve little girl was not so naïve anymore, and I was beginning to notice an unmistakable stench in the air. The boing kids had these subtle mannerisms that I wasn't welcome there...