In honor of Independence Day here in the States, I’m sharing 20 writing prompts inspired by our national holiday and the history that spawned it.
From another country besides the US? Play with them, or adapt them for your own celebrations.
Have fun!
20 Patriotic Writing Prompts
The flags flew at half mast. We weren’t sure exactly why. They’d always flown at half mast.
Fireworks were going off. Or were those gunshots? Honestly, it could go either way…
Three soldiers marched by. They were the only ones who’d come back.
The hot dogs were burning and Dad didn’t appear to know what he was doing.
Drums were beating in unison. Strong and cohesive. Except one, which is just slightly off.
Lady Liberty had relights her torch. It shines brightly, a guiding light for those coming.
They say that Betsy Ross made the first flag for the General. They don’t tell you that she wasn’t actually able to sew.
The streamers fluttered in the breeze over the vacant picnic.
Eagles screeched, overseeing the world below.
“I’m joining the revolution.” “You can’t fight.” “So?”
John Adams has been talking since 8 o’clock… yesterday morning.
“A man just rode past screaming that the British are coming.” “Coming where? Here?” “I guess. You think the British realize he’s doing that?” “Probably.”
Columbia stepped forward, the personification of America herself, and placed her own body to protect those seeking help.
It was hot in Constitution Hall. My skirts were clinging to my legs. And these men wouldn’t shut up.
The ghosts of soldiers stood at attention, waiting to defend their families despite falling before.
The sparkles had been burning for hours. Weren’t they only supposed to last a few minutes?
Lady Justice hefted her sword, shoving her balance into my hands. “Hold this while some heads roll.”
I slid around the corner of the building, avoiding the mob as they carried loyalists to be strung up in the town square.
Uncle Sam’s pants were too short. The red and white stripes certainly didn’t help disguise the fact.
Johnny and Billy sat together by the river, toasting to those who’d come before them. Those who’d kept them apart. And most importantly, those who’d brought them back together.
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