Friday Freewrite: Needle in a Haystack
Freewriting is that wonderful key that unlocks the writer within.
Today’s writing prompt:
Write from the point of view of a needle (lost in a haystack!) while a child searches for it.
Share your child’s freewrite in the comments if you’d like! (Or feel free to share your freewrite too!)
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Freewriting is the vehicle by which we trick our inner selves into expressing the words and ideas that we want to share but are afraid won’t come out right on paper if we do. So, read the freewriting prompt, set the timer for 5-10 minutes then have your child write whatever comes to mind. We invite you to freewrite too, at the same time as your kids. Just keep the pencil moving until “ding”—when the timer rings!
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Here is my 8 year old’s exactly as he typed it
I walk up to see hay I her a kid looking for me
I am a niledl in a hay sak last but not lest
I love ies crmm
D end ez
And my 10 year old’s:
I wake up to see nothing but dark yellow. And the smell is just so awful. Where am I I cant move at all. I hear what sounds like a bush moving around. I look up to see a small gap, a blue sky and clouds. Then I remember, uh oh im stuck in a HAYSTACK…
I hear the child that dropped me, he sounds like hes trying to find me. I try to make a noise but i forgot that im a needle. I try moving an- OUCH he stepped on me. His hand hovers over me just missing me, i see a very blinding light. its a phone flashlight he picks me up and i can breathe again.
And here is mine. Wasn’t the direction I thought it’d go in actually but that’s what makes it fun and interesting! My boys and i had a lot of fun doing this together and sharing with each other after!
I am a needle lost in a haystack. Some say that’s impossible to find. An adult may give up looking for me. My worth is not much to them plus the adult life is so busy. But a child is looking for me. And for that I am grateful. A child has more time it seems which isn’t that funny since we are all given the same 24 hours? But what do I know? I’m just a needle currently lost in a haystack. I can hear her voice, she is getting so close. But I also hear her mother calling her away, telling her to forget about me…what is so special about a needle? Her mother means well, most adults do. But it’s like they’ve forgotten what it’s like to be a child…