My Creative Writing Journal

"There's Only One Way Out Of This..."

(The title is the prompt we were given, but I didn't want to write something serious or dramatic  that would be stereotypically written about a prompt like that, and so--)

She found herself in another terrible situation. She woke up tied to a chair again. She didn't know why this happened so often, but she sighed boredly. Looking around, she saw no one near her. Apparently no one told them of her ability. She knew... There was only one way out of this... Uncontrollable sobbing. She scanned the room again, searching for something to make her cry. There, on the table next to her, she saw a caterpillar. "Yes," she thought, "This should be perfect." The caterpillar squirmed over to a leaf and began munching on it. The simplistic beauty of this little caterpillar's life sent her to tears. She wailed out in joy of the insect, and the teardrops turned to steady streams down her cheeks. Tilting her head back, she let her tears fall onto the ropes holding her. Instantaneously, the ropes couldn't handle the strength of her raw emotions, and they broke; she was free. Same for the door's old lock, and the front gate; none could bare the power of her untamed bawling. When she got out, she wiped her eyes and sniffled. Taking a deep breath, she straightened up and smiled. "Fools should've done their research," she laughed. She began to walk away, letting one final tear land on the ground, which grew her favorite flower as a reminder of the force they chose to mess with.