Pick an Object and GO!

A really good creative writing exercise, that is easy but fun, is to pick a random object in the room and write a short story, song, or poem about it. It can be any object, something as silly as a pencil or a book, or even something adventurous like a picture where you can make up a story to the image.

I asked Jagna to pick an object, any object, in the room and she chose a garbage bin. Then i told her to start creating a story about this garbage bin, making it a character. This is the final product:

The Life of a Garbage Bin By: Jagna

Once the garbage bin was VERY hungry. So, he said „hello” but then he realized he could not talk.

Then he saw a girl with a whole stack of rubbish. She put it all in the garbage bin. „Yum yum” thought the garbage bin because he couldn’t talk.

Everything ends up in the garbage.

Then he saw another girl with even more garbage. So, he ate it. Soon he was all full. Then he saw a girl that opened him and took all the garabge out, leaving him hungry again.

Soon, the garbage bin was SO hungry, but nobody came with garbage. Just one piece of paper that he chomped on quickly. But, to not be hungry, he just continued to chew it. He didn’t really know why he was doing it, but he started to chew it like a piece of chewing gum.

Soon, he chewed it all. Then, he saw something like the best thing ever. It was a big truck. There was so much garbage in it. The bin was tossed in with all the garbage. He started to quickly chomp on all the garbage he saw. He chomped it as quickly as a mouse goes to its hole.

He couldn’t stop eating, it was just loading into his mouth. So he kept on eating, but slower and slower.

Soon he ate the whole truck of rubbish. Then the truck went to a really fun place and put the bin into a special something. He doesn’t quite know what it is. But he ate more rubbish that was going with him.

Soon, there was only one thing: the bin.

Then, he went to the hottest place ever, and from the hotness, died.

Everyone saw it. So, they wrote a book about it.

Then, the bin had new life. He wasn’t a bin anymore, he was A HUMAN! He didn’t know why, but yeah, he was human. He was really small, but years later he is now reading the story about the same bin and realizes „oh, that was me!”