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The Daily Prompt – May 16th


  1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)
  2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)
  3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the prizes given
  4. The winner of each daily prompt will be published on the site in “Best of The Daily Prompt” section

Today’s prompt might sound a little mean, but it’s great strategy when it comes to learning more about character description.

I want you to close your eyes – after you finish reading this – and think about the absolute ugliest person you’ve ever met. Think about their facial features, what their body looks like, what their personality is like, how their voice sounds. Think about the way they walk, how they use their hands, how their breath and body smells. Think about every aspect about that person that makes them the absolute ugliest person you know.

When you are ready, open your eyes and type up the description of that person. Don’t use their name, but rather just describe them in as detailed a way as possible. Have fun with this one!

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

28 comments on “The Daily Prompt – May 16th

  1. Kathryn Tyler
    May 16, 2013

    This guy, resembles a over cook dried out turkey but his smell is like deep fried pile of monkey diarrhea and 3 month old spoiled milk. His voice is whiny and he is round and he is not husky but plain fat. He uses whatever excuse he can come up with to get the attention of his mother or sadly is poor cousin. He says he has friends and a girlfriend which shocks me since he reeks of dirty gym socks that haven’t been washed in 4 weeks. And he complains to everyone about his personal problems.

  2. Cameron
    May 16, 2013

    The ugliest person I know is a former teacher of mine, he was ungodly short, had a disturbing amount of facial hair, and took the shape of a basketball. He must have been, oh, eight hundred pounds or so and covered his body in literature tattoos, including a number two pencil on his left wrist. I guess he thought that was cool. He never seemed to wear anything other than a cardigan or flannel and had a ridiculous pair of glasses, somewhere between secretary and creepy librarian. I’m not entirely sure what happened to that guy, but I heard he started a website of some kind.

  3. Megan A
    May 16, 2013

    I see you, standing in front of me, knowing that you are smelling like a rotten piece of meat that was left in the garabge can a little to long for all intense purposes. I see your shaggy hair as you try and flip that grease-stricken whatever you want to call that on your face. There is nothing more that screams homelessness when you wear the same outfit everyday. The same blue jacket, the same pair of pants, and the same binder you carry around because your backpack is too full to carry it. I don’t understand how a backpack that big doesn’t hurt your back, but it seems to keep you going through out the years. Everytime that you lift your arms, i always want to just spray something under there, as they just are in need of a little deodrant in the morning. For goodness sakes, hasn’t your parents taught you good hygiene? Or even better, do you even know what that is? Im pretty sure you don’t, considering i can smell you as soon as I walk in the same hallway as you. And, you can’t even think of a haircut once and a while? I mean, really, your a dude, and that is un-naturally long hair for a boy. You see it all the time, but kid, you need to find what we normal people call a salon! I can’t stand your finger nails either! There is no reason that you should have such long fingernails, its unnaturally gross. Unless you are going to paint them to match your outfit, then cut those puppies. And not near me! I can’t believe someone cuts their nails during class! You are here to learn, not to cut hang nails, just rip it off, not a big deal that they aren’t perfect.

  4. Kassy Deverell
    May 16, 2013

    You’re a monster. You haunt my dreams every night when I lay down to go to sleep. You’re very tall with a beer belly, something that you shouldn’t be proud of. Over the years your face has become more sunk in. Your skin is dry and crackly, I’m wondering if you even care about yourself any more. Once I see your face my stomach drops to the ground. Your hair is black but with the hint of gray from your old age. Your eyes show no mercy yet looked depressed as if you know you have messed your whole life up and others in the process. Every time you stand and walk to go to the fridge you have to take a second to catch your breath, like the years of guilt is finally eating away at you. All you do is lay in your bed and watch TV, like that will be able to help you forget everything wrong you have done in your life. You’re a joke, and everyone is laughing at you. Every time I walk away from a conversation and you go to grab my arm like its going to stop me from leaving I want to fall apart right there. Your touch makes me want to puke. I hope one day you realize all of this.

  5. austin Simas
    May 16, 2013

    the ugliest person to me has a funny name that rhymes with cuttler. she is always loud and inturrupting my focus on creating and forming writing masterpieces. she can be summoned with a sound of a bell rung from a teacher who wears more cardigans that mr. Rodgers and has a beard that complaments his secret love for the portland timbers soccer team.

  6. Zachary Renfro
    May 16, 2013

    Look at you, you ugly oaf. The sweat just oozes off of your greasy jet black hair, dripping down towards your chapped lips. You lick the sweat away because you think it tastes good. This must be the same reason you pick your nose. In fact, anything that drips or can pick off your body, you probably find delectable. Why is that? Maybe it’s because you’re a despicable, vile person. That makes sense. Always loud mouthing off in class; acting like you own the place. No, no one cares what you did this weekend, no need to tell the entire class, idiot. Also, you may think it tastes good but drinking those mountain dews are doing absolutely no favor to your breath. I feel like I need to wear a surgical mask whenever I’m around you. Being forced to sit behind you in class is bad enough, I don’t need to see your ass crack; looks like you don’t know how to wipe correctly either. Get your mom to teach you how to do that. Here’s an idea, try wearing some clothes that fit sometime, clean ones too by the way. You’ll see that people are likely to be more welcoming to your presence. That is if you take the time to shower once in a while too. I don’t know what you enjoy doing in your free time, but to me it smells like you roll through a steaming pile of fresh horse feces before deciding to show up to school today. I know all this means nothing to you and likely don’t even realize I’m talking about you because well, you’re that oblivious to your own problems. I can only hope that someday things will change for you, but you don’t seem smart enough to begin to even comprehend growth or development.

  7. Vicky Buskuhl
    May 16, 2013

    He has some ugly outside features; his crooked teeth, and his stubby little legs. Whenever he laughs, I want to gouge my eyes out with a spoon. It’s a loud cackle of a laugh, and you can hear it above anything because it is that obnoxious. He was so round that you could lay him on his side, and push, and he would just continue to roll. He has sausage fingers, and sits there biting his fingernails until they’re just stubby little strips.
    But, this is not the ugliest part about him. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. He’s a spoiled little brat, and throws a fit when things don’t go his way. He doesn’t care if he lies; he does it all the time. Telling people that he genuinely cares about them, and then dissapearing the next day, not even looking back, or apologizing. He never apologizes, because he thinks he can do no wrong. He puts on this “good little boy” act, and always puts himself down. But in reality, he thinks he’s a gift from god. He uses people for his own benefit, and then dumps them when he doesn’t need them anymore. He is the stereotypical teenage boy, and leads on every single girl he possibly can. And if you don’t fall for his tricks, you’re no worthy of anything.
    He makes people feel like worthless pieces of crap, and he doesn’t give even a little bit of a shit about it. He calls himself a man, but he’s honestly just alittle boy. He’s completely immature, and doesn’t know when to shut his mouth.

  8. Keyra Butler
    May 16, 2013

    I stole your line, so I’m going to make you life a living hell. I’ve known this stranger for far too long. Think he is the coolest of cools and is so humerus with the immature sound that come from his mouth. I’m not a “hater” as some say about this stranger, I just speak the truth of what I have to say. Doesn’t have time to come to school, “too busy at Clark.” If you’re going to Clark then you’re already loosing brain cells, that must explain the immaturity from the so called “soccer god” everyone cherishes and adores.

  9. Keyra Butler
    May 16, 2013

    I stole your line, so I’m going to make you life a living hell. I’ve known this stranger for far too long. Think he is the coolest of cools and is so humerus with the immature sound that come from his mouth. I’m not a “hater” as some say about this stranger, I just speak the truth of what I have to say. Doesn’t have time to come to school, “too busy at Clark.” If you’re going to Clark then you’re already losing brain cells, that must explain the immaturity from the so called “soccer god” everyone cherishes and adores.

  10. Hector Lopez
    May 16, 2013

    You’re shaped like a pear, but there is nothing fruitful you have to offer to anyone. You’re voice sounds like exhaust, shooting out of a monster truck. Every time you talk, Dane cook is motivated to write more god-awful jokes. The hair on your head looks like it was genetically derived from prehistoric sloths. You smell like rotten opossum that’s been lying in smeage’s cave. Every snappy, filthy, condescending remark you make fuels my desire to jump into a vat of toxic waste, somehow gain super powers, and blast you to kingdom come. You’re so large, that I’m pretty sure if you attempted the truffle shuffle, the plate tectonics beneath your feet would collide, causing the largest earthquake ever recorded on the Richter scale. #realtalk

  11. Tannia
    May 16, 2013

    The mention of her name could change my great day into a bad one. I cringe in anger at the sound of her voice. Her annoying nasally stupid voice…it just makes me want to rip my hair out! Man, I can’t stand her. I mean, I say I hate people all the time but I don’t truly mean it. There’s really no one I’ve actually truly HATED except for her. I don’t know what I hate more about her, her lack of appealing looks or her terrible, disgusting personality. I’m not one to pick out someone’s flaws but there’s not anything good about her. I mean, her nose is too narrow and too big at the bottom and her eyes are too close together. Sometimes I even hate my own eyes because every now and then I think our eyes look kind of similar and it disgusts me.The thing I can’t stand most about her face though is her stupid chin, her chin..She has a butt chin! There’s nothing worse than a butt chin, especially how besides having a butt chin she barely has a chin at all. Her chin is like only a centimeter long! Her hair is nasty and greasy looking, like as if she hasn’t taken a shower in years. She’s grossly tall with an awkward body and a style that doesn’t compliment. After thinking about it, her personality IS probably what I hate the most about her. There’s nothing worse than being ugly inside and out. I hate the way she thinks she’s all that and how she thinks she’s so clever. She’s just annoying and ignorant. UGH. As I continue to write this I just get more and more annoyed of her even though she’s not even around. She thinks she’s so smart but she’s stupid as hell and barely knows what she’s talking about half of the time. I was supposed to have first period with her this year but once I found out, I switched out as soon as I could because man, some major drama would have went down. I probably would have slammed her head into the table if I got the chance, not just once. People act like they’re her friends but the majority of those people secretly hate her as much as I do. Except for me, it’s not a secret. She knows I hate her guts. I swear some day if I see her crossing the street, I will run over her stupid a**. I hate her with a fiery passion.

  12. Gretchen Torrey
    May 16, 2013

    She sits down in the seat in front of me and I want to gag. This is the same girl that offered me some gummy bears from her pocket saying “they’ve been in there for a while so they’re soft and warm.” The same girl that when she bends over, anyone within a 10 foot radius can tell her what color, brand, and size her underwear are. She constantly reeks of body odor which she tries to cover up with some cheap perfume that does nothing to mask the fumes. The kind of perfume that smells like a skunk fell into a puddle of vomit, died,and then rotted in the heat of the dessert. She has this god-awful stringy hair that’s matted with grease that I bet she never washes and her pockets are overflowing with ripped and discolored Kleenex’s that can only be described as snotrags. And that mole on her face! I swear it’s the size of a half dollar and there might be a full head of hair sprouting out from it. There’s something brown smeared by her foot and I’m fairly certain that she stepped in dog poop because there’s a ceratain funky smell mingling with the aroma of sweaty-rotten desert skunk- and perfume smell. Now she’s turning around and I think my face is melting off of my skull at the sight. Mucus drips from her nose and pools on her upper lip as she snarks it back up into her sinuses. I feel like i’m going to throw up as she wipes her face on her stiff and crusty sleeve. Her snaggly teeth makes her look like the Joker hitched a truck to her braces and hauled her jaw to Tennessee. And ohmygawd is that-? Yes it is! A freaking huge pus filled zit that looks like it’s going to burst at any moment right there on her beak of a nose. Somebody save me!

  13. Selma Kadric
    May 16, 2013

    She is a very sweet person, kind and respectful. Likes to go out and travel to places she’s never been to. Pretty slim, tan and has a little bit of a curve to her body. She is pretty girly and likes to dress up. Has long, blonde hair, naturally straightened. Has her own secrets like every other person in the world but is very open-minded and careful about who she decideds to open up to. When it comes to boys that she likes, she can pretty much turn into the jealousy type of girl. But is also shy. Only wishes the best for everyone around her and is selfless. She likes making people happy even though she’s not as happy as can be at times. She acts younger than her age but is very mature. Not quite sure where to go with life but knows right from wrong. Then again, she’s just a middle-schooler about to go onto high school. Just living life for the moment being.

  14. Genevieve Cammer
    May 16, 2013

    You talk with a crackling, though distinctly woman voice. It’s really hard to look past your nose, because of the dark hairs peering out your nostrils. They are so long I can imagine you mowing them down with a miniature lawn mower. And then there’s these hairs on your lip. Most of them are small and ignorable, but there’s this one right in the middle that bends into a crook and it bothers me so much I want to pinch it between my thumb and forefinger and pluck it out. Your body is dumpy and aged and there are few places left where you don’t have wrinkels. You are such a nice person and so I look past all of this and see your brightly lit brown eyes and kind smile. You definately aren’t ugly at heart so I will myself to see you for the beautiful person you are.

  15. Nora Timmerman
    May 16, 2013

    Who is the ugliest person I know? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him, but I still remember what he looks like. He was so round, and not the healthy kind either, I mean he was plump like a turkey being prepped for thanksgiving. His voice was so god-awful; it made me want to take scissors to my ears. And his laugh, dear God, his laugh was so freaking annoying. You could tell it was forced because it was high-pitched and jagged. It actually hurt my ears when he laughed like that. He smelled like some road kill on a Texas highway in the middle of August, even though he said he used deodorant. Ugh, I still shudder every time I think of him. I am so glad I never had to see him after seventh grade.

  16. Trevor Ebert
    May 16, 2013

    What did you do to leave yourself like this? It seems to be no God, with hope, and all elements of love removed with your presence in this place. Your visage is thick, fatty with resentment, and malcontent. It is disturbing the level of anger and angst toward everything living thing in your sphere of site. How your sagging jaw shifts and lightly jiggles in disgusting manners with spit flowing out into the face of someone three feet away. You inform others that their worth is similar to cattle intending to be slaughtered and digested. What is there else to do, then to stand a distance away and think piety of you?

  17. Brandon Hekel
    May 16, 2013

    Riding the San Diego transit system, (a bland yellow-tinted bus) I acutely remember a schemey-looking fellow. His whole body was shriveled up, cursed with wrinkles. He couldn’t have been any older than 30, and yet looked 70. An expired tie-die shirt with colors fading, grime-covered jeans with muddy filth at the bottom of his pant leg proved his unsanitary character. He was sitting down silent, wrinkled eyes drooping and hair soaked from sweat. This sweat, I speak of, was slowly slipping down his face onto his lap. A light smack each time a single strand of sweat hit his pants. I wanted to separate myself from this vile creature, but I had to sit across from him. The smell emulated from across the bus, half of the fellow bus-riders held their nose in disgust. Bright blue eyes, but regretfully for him, nobody paid attention to. A continuous twitch from his fingers, he was never able to sit still. After the long, painstaking ride lasting for 45 minutes, (the longest minutes of my life) I finally got off. The smell followed me as I exited the door, but not as potent. I breathed my first clean breath, and continued along my wonderful vacation.

  18. Bryan Pajari
    May 16, 2013

    I look in the mirror, I see in the reflection, the most disgusting, selfless object, as if every time I return doesn’t change to meet my perfection. Weight has always been a problem, but has improved, the sad thing is even when that person in the mirror losses all of his weight, he still won’t se his self worth. The pimples show up as the florescent lighting makes them pop out, why can’t is be incandescent, so at least I will feel like I am sick and it is normal to look like this. The head is skinny but the body is fat, the creator looks like a turtle because when he weighed 250 pounds in middle school, he developed scoliosis. The refection in the mirror seems to be the only ugly creator that I can’t look at and say its beauty, because I know what its insides look like, what thoughts go through his head.

  19. Nathan Whitehead
    May 16, 2013

    As I stood there, waiting for my elephant ear to be delivered, I found myself caught in a gaze I could not break. It was dead middle of summer, and the sun was shining bright, illuminating your freshly tanned skin. You walked my way, like a model down a run way. The look on your face told everyone that you were confident, but there was something I could not quite get. With the pearl white smile on your face, and the cheek bones of Aphrodite, no one could be more beautiful. As you strayed closer, you bumped into an old women, and she fell to ground. She struggled to get up and all you did was lift up your sun glasses, releasing the hideous blue eyes a daughter of Medusa would have. At first, I thought you’d offer her your hand, but all you said was: “Watch where you’re going, dumb ass.” The voice of a siren, you believe it to be the most beautiful thing in the world, but it screeches like most hideous creature you could imagine…That, is what came out of your mouth. Sounding like the stereo-typical cheer leader from 90’s prep school, you continued down your trek passed me, and I realized… The smirk on your face was the smirk of a dumb bitch who will FAIL at life, because all you can do is gold dig off of the jock that shot up too many steroids, or the gullible pig who just wanted a show. If there were a Zombie Apocalypse, I’d make sure you’d make it to the sale at Macy’s.

    • Nathan Whitehead
      May 16, 2013

      I am just now reading this over, and I probably should’ve before I submitted it. Please disregard all of the grammatical/spelling errors 🙂

  20. Jordan Katz
    May 16, 2013

    I smelled his stench un-showered, greasy, sticky skin with a hint of some serious B.O. before I saw his face. I could detect the disturbing weight problem as a large, and heavy sigh escaped his mouth, wafting un-brushed, bacteria and halitosis breath across my face as a body sat into the library stool, causing the wood to creak in displeasure underneath the sudden mass. For some ludicrous reason, my eyes wanted to drag upwards and to my right to look at this creature, and soon enough, I was glancing quickly into beady, pale blue eyes framed with few eye lashes and his face was decorated brightly with a case of horrid acne; I was afraid one blemish would pop and puss and other vile infection fluids come flying out! His greasy, unwashed hair was black, and speckled with white little flakes, sort of looking like the night sky out in the country side, in a grotesque way. His T-Shirt, printed with a faded ACDC title, clung to his large belly and his pants matched his shoes: holy and far beyond the word “dirty.” I shuddered slightly, shifting away from the kid in disgust, attempting to be polite but still trying to make my point clear that he was in dire need of washing his clothes, body, face, hands, feet… The list was growing longer and longer the more I stayed still and silent, ignoring the guy sitting next to me, breathing through his half-open mouth as he read the text he received on his cell phone. Suddenly, and loudly, he coughed. Glancing up again in reaction, I watched him wetly cough into his hand, the noise indicating he was sick and as he pulled his hand away, a thick, pale green rainbow of gummy looking liquid dangled between his mouth and his hand. Quickly, he put his hand back and I can only assume he licked the long, lung-booger off, and then loudly and wetly rubbed his runny nose. My gag reflex was just begging to go off, but I swallowed and pretended to still work. I was thankful that he fell silent, but after a moment or two, he coughed and then dug into his backpack, searching for whatever he had his sights on. I sighed, expelling the practically tangible taste of his many stenches from my mouth as best I could until suddenly— “You wanna gummy worm?” He offered in a raspy, deep, yet still childish voice. Interested only barely I glanced up from my work and looked at his outstretched hand, holding a red gummy worm. To my disgust and expectation, he was holding it in the hand he had coughed, sniveled and licked off of. Inwardly, I squealed in disgust. Smiling barely and speaking only briefly, I said, “I’ll pass.”

    • Jordan Katz
      May 16, 2013

      By the way, this was all true… (shiver.)

  21. Andrew White
    May 16, 2013

    Old and fat.. Wobbles when he walks. Spits when he talks. Uses the biggest very much unneeded vocabulary when he talks. I wish I could put this mans name out here. Yet alone wish that I could smash his head in with his stupid “animal farm book”. He has sweats steins in his arm pits, his big fat ugly belly hangs about a foot over his thigh high short shorts. Like come on man ever heard of the finger length rule on the dress code? Nobody wants to see that. He breaths so heavy it drives you insane when he speaks, so bad you WOULD rather listen to nails down a chalk board then hear it. You’ll know when this man is coming, not from a vibe, or smell, but from the vibration of the floor feeling some what as very light earth quake. With his ugly brown “walking shoes” that squeak on the tile floor of the school.

  22. Makayla Micheal
    May 16, 2013

    If your inside matched your outside, I imagined it would go a little something like this… Your skin would match the negativity in your head and would crack and peel all around you no matter the amount of care you gave to it. Your darting evil looks would be represented by the bags dropping beneath your eyes. All your rumors to spread and bad talking would fill up your body resulting in a large blob making a large thud with every step down the hallway. You would sag and hair and warts would appear with every broken promise and bully like mentality until eventually everybody understands what lurks inside of you as continue to show yourself.

  23. Keisha Hatchett
    May 16, 2013

    You make me want to take my own life and burn in hell so I will never have to see you again. So I never have to hear your name, or deal with the bull shit. You think your hot shit walking around barley able to see over the next persons shoulder. You ain’t got shit and you’ll never be shit. I count down the days until I never have to step foot in this horrible place where I met you. All the things I did for you now look where I am. Stuck, somehow always glued to your hoodlum ass. Everywhere I go I have to hear about you. Someone how I’m yours, but I’m not. So move on. I should have let you stick to your life of smoking weed, “hooping,” and partying. I can’t stand your smirk. You just think so highly of yourself. Well let me knock you off your pedestal. Your “swag” is unattractive. Try dressing like a man instead of a little boy. You think it’s cute to talk with slang. Well it’s not. You look uneducated and ignorant. Could you sag your pants anymore? What, are you waiting for someone to rape you? You are not motivated in life and try to pull others down with you. You had the chance of a life time to move forward, but you’d much rather take steps backwards. You are obviously retarded, you have no common sense. You don’t think before you speak, I honestly don’t believe you think at all. You’re a waste of space, life, and air. I tried so hard to make you a better person, but you can’t change a bitch into a man.

  24. Veda Newton
    May 16, 2013

    He is the empire state building, towering so high into the air his lungs must ache every time he sucks in a breathe because of how low the oxygen level is near his hollow brain. His arms, bigger than my entire torso, ripple with unnatural waves of steroid fed muscle. The hair all over his skin is thicker than Sasquatch’s pubes, but as yellow as big birds feathers you could almost mistake the hairs for stringy snot wrapped around his beefy mess of a body. His skin is so clear I can see the sunlight pass through, making his veins bulge to the surface and swell with blood I’m sure tastes like sweat. He has a stomach larger than my morbidly obese pregnant neighbor, it flows out from his shirt like a slutty 2000’s Brittany Spears; but not nearly as flat and smooth. His layers of fat fold like cottage cheese. His eyes are the color of bloody shit in the bottom of a toilet that has gone so long without tending black mold surrounds the bowl. The “manly” neck flows into his head as if they were meant to always be equal in size, it bulges with lumps that resemble puss filled boils. I can imagine poking one ever so softly with the sharpest needle in my mothers sewing kit, and watching bubbling puss ooze from his neck, like a whitehead that has awaited popping for 7 days. His head is in the shape of a box, with a buzz cut so short you can see the patches where his hair has been pulled out. The strings from his scalp are so white he should be 73 or albino. He holds himself high, looks down from his tower upon the littler people in disgust. His weightlifting fills him up with false confidence, only enhancing how empty his skull is. The voice in this monster is a deep mess, like a roaring machine with no density behind the topics he speaks of. Always commenting on the girls image and the final score. His voice holds that ting of stupidity, like Ed Edd and Eddy. He smells like a football field, sweat and blood, mucus filled spit, dipping tobacco, and my dogs anus. He walks through the hallways, stomping his gorilla feet and booming out mating calls of shitty pick up lines that reveal the dominance and sexism held in his tiny heart. He is the epitome of a brainless jock, a rectal gland, a day spent hungover. But I mean, everyone is beautiful.

  25. J. Gabriel Allan
    May 16, 2013

    All I can really see is a giant neckbeard.

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