Writing Prompt!

From Grace: Your character is in their 70s and is always complaining about today’s generation. What things would they complain about?

Write for 10 minutes. Post your piece to comments.


Posted on March 2, 2017, in Writing Prompt. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. “Lousy! Lousy, I tell you! Children these days are simply lazy, lousy, and loud! Always loud, like everyone needs to hear what you have to say! I, for one, do not care whether you like iced coffee or cappuccinos better! ” Grandma Marge took a deep breath, then continued, “and IRRESPONSIBLE!! Who lets themselves get a D in ART?!! It’s art, all you have to do is color a page and the teacher is happy!”
    She looked at the people in front of her, took a sip of her iced tea, then said calmly,
    “I really hope I can teach you lot better.”
    Her preschool class looked back at her blankly.

  2. Mary-Kelly R.

    “Kids these days are simply obnoxious brats that get offended far too easily. When I was a young lad, complaining and whining would get you into mountains of trouble. It was just something that you never did. And the technology! Does anyone even talk to one another anymore? The only thing that I had to do was go outside and swing a ball with the neighborhood kids, now everyone is on their smartphones editing words onto pictures to get a good laugh.”
    “They’re called memes, grandpa,” Little Suzy said as she stared at her own smartphone even though she had to be seven years old at most.
    “Memes? Memes! Ridiculous how a child is aware of these things! Is this what Steve Jobs wanted? For everyone to just sit silently around the Thanksgiving table looking at these so called ‘memes?'”
    “Uh, dad,” Aunt Luna said hesitantly. “It’s Easter.”
    “Rubbish!” He continued, ignoring Aunt Luna’s comment. “The definition of discipline has been lost I tell you, lost! People these days are far too soft!”
    The Vernon family all sat awkwardly in the silence after their beloved grandfather’s rant, everyone crossing their fingers that he won’t start back up again. Groans filled the room after he had shouted “And another thing!”

  3. “Back in my day, we didn’t have advanced-molecular atomic baking…. or whatever you guys call it.” Henry grumbled as he stuffed the chocolate-chip cookie in his mouth with a deflated sigh.

    Flora, Henry’s two-year old granddaughter laughed at her grandpa as she placed the plate of homemade cookies down on the counter. “It’s called molecular gastronomy grandpa duh…” She laughed again and then stared up at her grandpa as he took another vexed bite.

    “Whatever…” Henry irately grumbled while frowning. “In my day, you just took whatever junk you had in your fridge, threw it in a a large bowl and then mixed it together vigorously so no one could suspect the ingredients, and then you threw it in the oven for 350 degrees for about an hour and that was your dinner, lunch, or breakfast….well if you weren’t having cereal.”

    Flora found her grandpa funny. He said such jocular words. Words like flabbergasted, or cereal. Flora had no idea what that was. Was it some type of cooking utensil? The little girl pondered greatly over this object. This cereal object. It would certainly be something fascinating to discover today. She thought as she pulled out her IPhone and then got a hold of Siri.

    “What is cereal?” Flora asked Siri and Henry, mistakenly unaware that his two-year old granddaughter was talking to a “robotic intelligent assistant” built-in to her mobile-operating smartphone instead of him rolled his eyes dramaturgically at the question.

    “Cereal is just some processed crap you eat with milk and if you’re lucky, a spoon.” He grumbled, very ashamed that he had to actually explain this to his granddaughter.

    “Breakfast cereal is the word derived from the ancient Roman Goddess of agriculture, Ceres. It is a common and sustainable source of nutrients like Vitamin A, Vitamin C, Vitamin B-6, Protein, Potassium, and Magnesium. It consists of grass grown like wheat, barley, rye, millet, oats, rice, sorghum and teff. Not to mention psuedo-grains like…”

    Siri was cut off by grandpa Henry screaming,”What are you doing?! No, don’t ask that thing! Just look in your pantry!” He walked over to the pantry from the kitchen counter and opened the door.

    What he saw surprised him. Organic chia seed nut bars. Wheat grass-flavored toaster pastries. Organic and additive-free super-food breakfast smoothie mix.

  4. “Ya know, back in my day, assassination weren’t that complicated.”

    The elderly man sighed.

    Jack felt a combination of annoyance and amusement. He was right to think that approaching the man would provide interesting comments. It seemed even the old people of their profession were prone to complaining about today’s generation. “Well, mister Järvinen, I beg to differ.”

    Järvinen paused in the middle of scratching his neck and fixed Jack with a scornful gaze. “Really? Well, boy-”

    “Actually, mister, I’m thirty-”

    “-I say that, with all yer tech-NOW-logy, it would be a cinch for the jepari to chuck ya behind bars! Hitters back then were not watched by stupid cameras.”

    Jack chuckled stiffly. He’s going to assume ‘jepari’ meant the police. “That’s true. But men – and women – with our job could use that technology as well, don’t you think? Tracking people, knowing the perfect, most isolated areas…”

    There was a pause. The Finnish hitman grinned widely, dentures displayed for the world to see. “Yeh, actually. Just wanted to complain.”

    At that Jack chuckled genuinely. It was so surreal to know that the aged man used to be a trained killer, just like him. Nobody would suspect it from an old man in a wheelchair.

    That reminded him…

    “I’m curious,” Jack began, slowly dropping to a knee to look at Järvinen at eye level. “Tell me. How have you lived this long?”

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