Written By TheChoujinVirus
Happy Friday everyone, this is ya boy Choujin here. I got some good news and some bad news.
Bad news is I got some classes so it affects some good news, but I’ve decided to try another new thing: Showing off my writing prompts from said class. It’s a Writing Class so it’s something simple
Today’s first prompt is themed this: Painting a Room with words.
That’s something that we had to do in our class. To write up something to describe words for a room.
With that, enjoy what I wrote for a class.
Concrete Atrium
There are rooms people pride themselves in, but one room out there is something nobody has, but one I own. A small jungle forest, hidden behind cement, wood, and plaster. Separated by the rough cement pavement floor are small jungles of exotic plants of varying sizes. An Atrium room that once belonged to my great-grandparents.
Creeping ivy vines that snake across the dirt and broad leaves as stout as your arms. Alongside tower stocks of plants tower from the soil. Like giant skyscrapers to any lilliputian arthropod crawling in the ground. An old plastic fountain in the shape of a mountain, filled with dust and old paint that flaked off the ceiling. The waters that used to run now run dry, and some of the ivy will try to scale the mountain like green snakes scaling a plastic Olympias.
Alongside hanging lamps that illuminate the atrium, an old Ficus bush dwarves everything in the area. The Yggdrasil of this atrium reaching the sky and is the most prominent thing in the entire atrium. Some might wonder if it’s as old as the house itself or even older.
The only things that stand out in the atrium are its odd neighbors, an old wooden filing desk, and a metal case holding old paper from years ago. They are the only non-plants that are in the main atrium room. It’s no terrarium or the bio-dome, but this room is a jungle.
A jungle inside the concrete jungle itself.
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