Weekly MidWrites

This week’s prompt: Peer

Last week’s prompt: Bristle

MidWrites, or Midnight Writes, are a weekly exercise designed to encourage a regular writing practice and discourage overthinking and writer’s block. New prompts are given on Wednesdays, but look at the prompt any day you want to write. Once you look at a prompt, you have until midnight that night to write it.

Writers are encouraged to write a short (less than one page) piece about the topic. MidWrites aren’t meant to be “good.” There is no time for editing. No time for stalling. Just write. Whatever comes to mind. By midnight.

My MidWrite for the previous week will be posted here. Send me your MidWrite in the form below. I look forward to writing with you!

 

Carly Bristle 7.8.20

close up photo of wooden toothbrush

They don’t really agitate, but you know, I imagine it would be annoying to have the bristles of a toothbrush constantly pulled back and forth across your skin. On second thought, that would be agitating. Pokey bristles, not sharp, but not exactly soft either, no matter what the advertisement said, rubbing against my sensitive skin. That would drive me crazy, actually, a toothbrush grating again and again over that one spot, constantly chafing the same old place, that you never thought was a wound until one day you wake up and you’re like

Why the heck does the freaking TOOTHBRUSH keep rubbing against this same old wound!?

That escalated quickly.

Let me try again: sometimes it seems like I wake up and suddenly notice what I have barely noticed for months: I am being rubbed raw by little unassuming bristles.

I bristle as the daily threats come in: oh, I’m not trying hard enough, you don’t think? Let me bend my life to become what YOU think would be valid.

Oh wait, all you said was the email link doesn’t work? Yeah, I can probably fix that, no, no problem, my bad, I overreacted.

Yeah, it’s like that.

Living this close to the edge means bristling at every last thing, and it’s not unfounded. It’s the aggregate of years of being gently rubbed by unassuming bristles in exactly the same place. It may take hundreds of triggers to finally get there, but when the final straw lands, those bristles, let me tell you, they blow up into something way larger than any toothbrush could ever have anticipated.

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Previous Themes

Tire

Pillow

Watch

Adapt

Equinox

Perspective

Tinder

Request

Contentment

Trigger

Vast

Flurry

Cathedral

Strike

Erosion

Aspire

Frost

Shared

Familiar

Burst

Suspend

Rallying

Glass

Medium

Drawn

Seeker

Grin

Integer

Supple

Quarry

Joint

Radical

Worship

Relic

Stub

Knapsack

Exuberant

Banana

Circadian

Fix

Elephant

Contract

Latitude

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