Writing Prompt Of The Day: Write From The Point Of View Of A Knife In A Thief’s Pocket.

If you haven’t yet I highly suggest you give this one a shot before reading mine. It was a lot of fun and I may try to develop this further just for fun.

Wes was a not like other knives. He was Smith and Wesson tactical drop point knife with a stylish black blade and handle to match. He was originally purchased by a woman named Charlotte. She was getting into mountain climbing and hiking and wanted a knife in her pack. He had sat in that pack for a few weeks, unused. That suited him just fine. On their travels Charlotte began using him to cut rope and make roasting sticks for s’mores. That was what he liked to do. He had spoken with a few knives that belonged to hunters and the stories they would tell were full of blood and gore. Blood made Wes queasy.

His happy and fulfilled life was not to last. Charlotte dated a man named Bruce who stole Wes when they broke up. Wes did not like Bruce. Bruce would take Wes out, flicking his beautiful black blade at other people in a threatening manner.

As a result, Wes was relieved when he was plucked from Bruce’s pocket without him even noticing. Wes was placed in a new pocket. It was a jacket pocket full of all kinds of neat things. They were all panicking. Asking if anyone knew where they were or where their owners were. one wallet was the loudest of all, while a cell phone sat quietly in the corner.

“ENOUGH!” Wes shouted. Everyone quieted instantly and stared. “Does anyone actually belong to this person?”

“I do,” a book of matches said. “This is John.”

Jon was a pickpocket. A good pickpocket. The book of matches, Matt, had been with John about a week and had seen hundreds of dollars worth of personal effects come and go.

“When his pockets are full, he will dump you all onto a table and decide who he will keep and who will go to the shop.” Matt informed them.

Wes looked out of the pocket opening. He could see the blue sky and a white puffy cloud. He couldn’t help but hope John would take him to the shop and maybe Charlotte would find him there.


About MCFrosch

I am a wife and mother of two boys. My children are almost exactly two years apart in age and the oldest is four. I am a full-time student earning my Bachelors Degree in Marketing. I am working towards becoming a literary agent and have recently decided to help a friend as she endeavors to found a small indie publishing house. I also have two dogs and four cats. My husband and I also brew our own beer and hope to give wine and mead a try.
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