Wind writing prompt:
Mrs. Martinez opened a web page that contained a wind map of
the entire country. It just looks like the outline of the United States all in
black and white swirly scratches across its surface. I’m guessing the white
scratches are the wind currents.
She tells us to write anything that comes to mind about the
wind.
The
wind is nice. As long as your hair is pulled all the way up and you’re not
wearing a skirt. It’s so funny because in movies, the female lead usually has a
glamorous scene in the wind. Her long, blonde hair is flowing
oh-so-beautifully, and the hem of her skirt ruffles ever-so-slightly to give
her presence an added sense of “ah”.
Too bad that never happens in real life.
In real
life, the wind is pretty horrible. It comes down on your head like a big
brother’s hand and gives you various noogies tangling your 3 hour straightening
job. If you’re wearing a skirt, it tries its hardest to give the world a
glimpse of your striped briefs. The wind is such a perv. Oh, and sometimes, the
wind is feeling extra bitchy and it’s gets cold. When it’s cold, the wind is
constantly slapping at your cheeks giving them an all-natural rouge, but
instead of looking like a blushing princess you look like Rocky Balboa after a
wrestling match.
I’m sorry,
Mrs. Martinez. I fail to see anything enchanting about the wind.
