In this prompt, nothing is going to happen. This isn't a focus on the story so much as on the scene. Try to take some time to describe a snapshot of time, as vividly and concretely as possible, with your words.
One thousand years pass and no time goes by at all. The white hot sun is infinitely standing guard in the sky while also rising and setting one million times. I am both limitlessly energized and fatigued in my bones as I sprawl out on the sharp, dry grass. One hundred faces pass, and no one is there. As I stare into the sky, I know that in this moment I am both someone and no one to them all. I know that in mere moments I will be moving while laying still, speaking rapidly with words pouring out of my ears and eyes like heavy rain. But for now, I am lying in the dead grass and trying to hold onto the ever spinning earth as it forces my immobile body through the cosmos away from today. When you're young, a decade is a lifetime. Every day is an eternity but also rushes by like flowing water. At the end of it all, you're left with nothing except everything. Will you remember me when we leave this place? When I see you again, will it be your face that has aged or my eyes?
It's an interesting idea, but I can't help but feel like I ultimately read nothing. I liked the duality of scene, but the idea of the place also being frozen in time felt overshadowed by how much the place moves. I could see this as a colorful picture, but currently each side negates the other and leaves me wanting something more tangible.
It's supposed to be a snapshot from my time at summer camp growing up. Being a teenager and being away from home and growing and learning but feeling like you're running on a hamster wheel and not really going anywhere. I used to write all the time and I want to get back into it.
I might have been a little overly harsh with this round of feedback. I tried to crank something out on a busy day instead of making you wait for when I had more time. That's my mistake. I also went to summer camp, even worked there for a few years. It was a magical time. Do you think you could write me a scene where you describe it using each sense at least once? If I don't hear back from you by monday, that'll likely be the prompt of the day.
No it's fine; it wasn't inaccurate feedback. You were supposed to get a sense of nothing because that's how time moves in the summer when you're young. It was weird coming back and working as a counselor. Everyone seems so little and naive and you just want to protect them from everything (it also made me realize what a problem child i was) I'll wait for Monday. I usually try to take a hubsk break over the weekend
There's a place where everybody's lonely, but they all smile brightly and put their best foot forward. A world of people meeting people who have the capability to catalyze some dramatic and life changing event simply by bumping into each other. And a world balanced by the tragedy that not every interaction is explosive, but mundane. A continuance of blanket mediocrity in the presence of rare greatness. On these rocky and slick fields we all hobble about under green skies of envy looking pallid with a smile so bright. A smile that grows without temperance joyful and exuberant as we near a collision with another wild-eyed jubilant denizen. Thoughts of passion cloud their mind and occupy every sense in an optimistic hope so full that even semblances of proper love are called perfect. They walk hand in hand with a smoldering coal between them blowing hard on it and doing everything in their power to light a flame. When the green clouds open and rain drowns the coal their hands part and their hearts break, and they put on their smiles and walk back into the fray. We don't want to be here, but we can't stand to be alone.