Check out these four creative writing prompts that can spark creativity in your students this winter!
It was five days after Christmas, and Aaron was sitting in the living room. He had already built all of his new Lego sets and read the books his Mom had bought him. Truth be told, he was kind of bored. Aaron tapped the wall absentmindedly with a pencil. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Suddenly, Aaron heard a noise. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk.
Aaron tapped again. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Clunk, clunk, clunk, he heard.
Aaron went around the room, and finally, he figured out where the odd sounds were coming from. Aaron bent down and peered up the chimney. Though the chimney was dark and dusty, Aaron caught a glimpse of a pair of feet. Santa Claus had been stuck in the chimney ever since Christmas Eve!
A quick tug brought him down in a cloud of soot. After Santa sneezed three times, he began to explain…
It was the worst winter storm of the century. It snowed for two weeks straight. Schools were closed. Stores were closed. The highways and roads were impassable. No one lost power, but taking care of the basics of life was hard.
Faith’s family was better off than many others were. The good news was that they had plenty of food and supplies on hand. The bad news was that her grandparents, Aunt Flora, Uncle Joe and cousins, Todd and Miley had been over when the storm had hit. Faith, her parents, and her two brothers were stuck indoors with six extra people.
Tempers were getting short, and frustrations were running high.
“I’m tired of soup!” complained Miley. “We’ve had soup for supper the last three nights in a row. And I’m tired of being here too. Mom, when are we going home?”
Yeah, thought Faith as she rolled her eyes. When are you going home?
She looked out the window at all of the snow piled everywhere. Her aunt and uncle’s car was just a hump under the mounds of snow. It was going to be a long time before any of it melted.
Faith opened her mouth to respond, but before she could answer, there was a knock at the front door…
As Evan was exploring the snowy woods near the creek behind his Granddad’s farm, he tripped on a large branch and fell. He slid down the bank onto the frozen creek. As Evan struggled to his feet on the slippery ice, he noticed a hollow behind a mass of tree roots. After looking more closely, Evan discovered a concealed cave.
Even though caves made him a little nervous, Evan cautiously crept inside. When his eyes adjusted to the dim light in the cave, he saw that it led further back than he expected. Also, it was much warmer than the outdoors, and Evan’s sense of adventure drew him further into the cavern.
After walking just a few minutes, Evan heard voices…
Snow and ice. Ice and snow. The view from Seth’s bedroom window hadn’t changed in weeks. The fun of winter was tired and worn out, and Seth longed for warm days, bare feet, and the swimming pool at the park. School was dull, and it seemed like Spring Break would never get here.
Seth figured that something had to happen or he was going to go crazy. He was going to start yelling and never stop, or kick a hole in the wall, or throw his cereal at his sister’s smirking face at breakfast the next morning.
Seth stared out the window at the mail truck sliding up the road. In front of Seth’s house, the mailman stopped, put the truck in park, and wrestled a huge, bright red box onto the front porch. Enormous yellow letters on the box said, “Property of Ian the Great—Magician, Illusionist, and Master of the Mystical.”
Seth pounded down the stairs and flung open the front door. He dragged the heavy metal box into the entry and unfastened the catches that held the lid closed. When the box lid swung open, Seth saw…
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