Creative writing prompts I didn't throw out (recycle) out of sheer frustration

My Creative Writing notebook basically consists of,
1. Doodles
2. Text messages I write down before I delete them because my phone needs more space, but I just can't delete the special texts.
3. More Doodles
4. Torn Pages from things I have written and thrown away
5. Actual writing (WOW!)

Ok, SO... here are some prompts I managed not to throw away. (my own comments)
1st one - i don't like rhyming poems, but it was required
2nd one - really sad and depressing
3rd one - This never happened, but if it did, that would be funny.

Prompt Number One:
Think of someone you have a strong hatred for, or despise. Does not have to be a specific or named person. Write a rhyming love letter or poem to them.

Love poem to the bad driver
I love your eyes -
even though they probably cannot see.
When you turn right from the left lane,
you complete me.

Your turning signals left on by accident
burn as bright as my passion for you.
Taking things slow, you go 25 in a 45
showing that you care for me too.

When you cut me off
its like a red rose.
A rear end to my new bumper?
A wiplash kiss on my nose.

Even after that wreck you caused,
and after you chose to drive off and flee
when I get out of this emergency room
will you marry me?


Prompt Number Two:
Most board games or family activities end with a child being frustrated, crying, babbling and overall, child-like. Create a story in which the parent feels one or more of these emotions and ends the game, rather than the child.

His Turn
The letters in place, spelling out her life.
The words the child spelled out on the mahogany boardered letters.
The thick black-outlined letters spelled
B O A T
double letter score
The child's turn already done, he stared at his mother.
His mother did not notice, she was staring at her husband.
He always used to take his time, so she waited patiently.
The child became restless, but was muted by fate.
He still could not express himself even with the countless operations and "Make a wish" style funding.
Even at 9 years old, the child was reduced to flailing his awkwardly bended arms in attempts at signing "Go, its your turn"
He flailed again, rapidly, staring at his mother.
The mother's face burned bright red, and wept so profusely that she almost saw her husband sitting in the chair between her and her son;
but he never sat there
no matter how many times it was his turn.



Prompt Number Three:
Imagine a person finding the very notebook you are writing in without knowing you. Explain how they came across the notebook and describe their feelings towards it.

Magic Box
My mommy was talking to a much older lady at walmart and I really did try to stay next to her for a little bit, but... I saw something shiney. My feet trudged along the sidewalk until I arrived at my destination! Little did I know that this used gum wrapper was only the beginning of my adventure, by the way, after putting the wrapper in my mouth, it tasted worse than veggies and green stuff.
When I realized I was lost, I wept all over my oshkosh overalls, but only for a little bit! I was 6 years old, a very big boy, and crying is for babies. After I cried I began to walk the sidewalk, counting all of the little cracks, and blocks I crossed over. By the time I crossed two streets and 45 sidewalk squares (I can count real high, cant i), I noticed a magic box.
The frail, yet mysterious box was being held up by a twig, which was probably found in the park near by. This box just sat there, in the middle of the deserted sidewalk. I peered inside of the box, and saw a green notebook, labeled "Mitch's Poetry Notebook" with a black sharpie line through it. Under that, "Read this and all of your dreams will come true" was written, in the same black sharpie.
I had always dreamed of saving enough quarters to get lego-star wars, or even marry Dora the Explorer! (I would settle for having a pet Monkey named Boots though). So I got on my frequently scraped knees and crawled inside. My shrubby (Short and Stubby) legs knocked over the twig holding up the box, trapping me inside.
So here I am, trapped in a box with a notebook and a convieniently placed flashlight inside. I decided to try to read the majestic notebook of wonder and amazing-ness. Not only am I unable to read, but this guy's handwriting was terrible. And the entire notebook smelled like my big sister's nasty energy drinks. Icky. Well, from what I could tell was that this author had a really short attention span, having a nice doodle about a girl robot with lazer vision or swirly drawings every other page. The pages with writing however showed odd tendencies. It seems like the closer the the edge of the page he gets, the smaller his writing gets, and the longer the words get.
I couldn't concentrate with the police sirens and my mom's screams for help through the streets. Mom?
I escaped from the box with a great feat of strength and ran to my mommy. I fell and dropped the notebook down a sewer, but when I got up I ran some more to her. She embraced my in her cuddly arms and I hugged her back. This adventure really was magical! My mommy was buying lego star-wars at the walmart for me in the first place. It is no Dora the Explorer, but girls have cooties anyways.


Anyways, I like the third one the best.
I will try to post more, but I just wanted to know,
whoever reads this

which one did you like the best?
where do I need improvement?
Should I stop throwing away all my other prompts?