November 2009
24 posts
Writer's Prompt (11/28/09)
Write about a drunk photographer.
Writer's Prompt (11/27/09)
No one pronounced it right…
Writer's Prompt (11/26/09)
Every year, Thanksgiving at the Swans household was…
Writer's Prompt (11/25/09)
The Superbowl’s coming up. That means…
Writer's Prompt (11/24/09)
Running out of groceries wasn’t a big surprise. The trip to the grocery store was uneventful. Everything needed was in stock. Nothing happened on the return trip either. But when…
Writer's Prompt (11/23/09)
Kendra stared at the display, hoping…
Writer's Prompt (11/22/09)
11/22/33.
Now that will be a cool date…
Writer's Prompt (11/21/09)
“Don’t ask me what you’re going to do when you fail….
Writer's Prompt (11/20/09)
Harper’s Call had been expected to hit the box offices big. The midnight showing schedualed for the 20th…
Writer's Prompt (11/19/09)
Typos. Mrs. Keys hated typos, and when she read…
Writer's Prompt (11/18/09)
Jaxon had run into a complication. Anthony and Linsey liked each other.
Writer's Prompt (11/17/09)
The goldfish floated still in the tank…
Writer's Prompt (11/16/09)
Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. They were all accounted for….
Writer's Prompt (11/15/09)
“Everyone’s got something they’re addicted to,” John explained.
“Yeah, but that’s so weird!”
John sighed, and began to explain. “Sam’s addiction to…
Writer's Prompt (11/14/09)
“Why did you do it? Just to try to make me happy?”
“No. I did it because I told you I would do everything in my power to do it. I told you I would do it to try to make you happy…
Writer's Prompt (11/13/09)
“Just for one day I thought I could have your attention. It didn’t have to be undivided, but I had hoped that for our aniversary I might have the chance to love you the way we did a year ago!” The shout was harsh, grating against…
Writer's Prompt (11/12/09)
It’s spelled writ’er. Why? Because…
Writer's Prompt (11/11/09)
The scene was quiet. Sunlight trickled through the fog, creating a dim ambiance around the old, solitary lake…
Writer's Prompt (11/10/09)
Twenty days, Hillary thought to herself. That’s both my hands… twice. Hillary frequently used her fingers to count, wether or not she needed them. It was a habit…
Writer's Prompt (11/9/09)
“When I said….”
Writer's Prompt (11/30/09)
“Another year gone, and another year to go…
Writer's Prompt (11/29/09)
Tell about your favorite color. If you don’t have a favorite color, then explain why.
Writer's Prompt (11/27/09)
“Ugh, I hate this time of year. Now all that’s left to look forward to is Christmas, and it’s not like….
Writer's Prompt (11/8/09)
I had no idea I could be so lonely.
I mean, I was surrounded by people I loved and who loved me, and everything was running much more smoothly than I had expected, but suddenly I felt this emptiness inside, and the skin on my arms and legs prickled up. My stomach felt like a black hole, eating at me, sucking away my life and my warmth…
September 2009
7 posts
Writer's Prompt (9/10/09)
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen griffons in these skies,” the tavern keeper told the…
Writer's Prompt (9/9/09)
Josh groaned. 3:00 AM was a rediculous time to be awake…
Writer's Prompt (9/8/09)
Sometimes I wonder if there is a god out there, and if there is, what does he do all day? I’ve heard some say that to God a million of our years is only a second, so what would he do with all that time?
Writer's Prompt (9/7/09)
Hot cocoa in the morning. When it’s chilly outside and chilly inside, there’s nothing like hot cocoa in the morning for the soul. It’s like chicken soup, only better. Too bad…
Writer's Prompt (9/6/09)
“What can you do with a bag of Twizzlers, two large carpet samples, a bottle of nail polish remover and some bubbles?” Alli asked, holding up the bag of Twizzlers.
Writer's Prompt (9/5/09)
“Ah, man!! The Cheetos are almost gone!”
Writer's Prompt (9/4/09)
The machette was found hacked deep into the dresser…
You have no idea how hard it is to keep these going when no one cares.
August 2009
25 posts
Writer's Prompt 8/26/09
I wonder what it would be like to be kissed by an angel.
Writer's Prompt (8/25/09)
“Whoo!! That was a blast!!” Dev’s breathing was still erratic from the…
Writer's Prompt (8/23/09)
Emily sighed as she logged into her email account, expecting some seventy unread messages to be awaiting her. There was 103. “Oh geez,” she muttered.
Writer's Prompt (8/22/09)
Almost eight thousand miles seperated the family, eight thousand…
Writer's Prompt (8/21/09)
Rebecca stepped into her car and closed the door behind her. Inside was stifling, hot and muggy. It was as if the very air in the car was trying to hug her, which was exactly what she needed.
Rebecca held herself, wiping the tears away, and curled up in the corner, her keys now lying in the footwell…
Writer's Prompt (8/20/09)
“Science fiction just isn’t what it used to be.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean…”
Writer's Prompt (8/19/09)
“If every night you turned into a glowing butterfly, what color would you be?”
Writer's Prompt (8/18/09)
M.D. Alexander Strauss looked around the train with mild worry. His stop wasn’t for another dozen miles or so, but this was his first time on the train, and he was finding it quite the unnerving experience. Every stop they passed more people got on, but almost no one got off. Everyone was queer, staring or laughing at nothing and everything, talking to themselves, being very obnoxious to...
Writer's Prompt (8/17/09)
Maddi plopped firmly onto the couch with a scowl on her face. “He left without saying goodbye again.”
“Honey, you know that would have made a scene, and what sort of postition would that have put you two in?”
Maddi’s pouting expression softened. “I know. It’s just… Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I think he’s just along for the ride, he’s...
Writer's Prompt (8/16/09)
“I can’t believe she’s already getting married!” she whispered.
“I know! So young and still…
Writer's Prompt (8/15/09)
The court was quiet as the convicted waited for the judge. They were mostly relaxed, resigned, and the police man outside the open door talked with the last person in line about various legal experiances. I…
Writer's Prompt (8/14/09)
“Shut the door!!” Mala shouted, shoving a new cartrage into the the butt of her taser as she ran past.
“But Capitan-!” Nenicy called after, but his words were lost in the chatter of gunfire. A laser shot past him, burning his nose. He cried out in pain, reeling backwards, but he scrabled to smash his hand onto the control panel and shut the door.
“Danciel, I hate...
Writer's Prompt (8/13/09)
King Rothwan was a young man, and attractive enough to his people, but though he’d only ruled for a few years, he was growing weary of thr thrown. He often confided this in his wife, but she would only shake her head and insist that he forget himself and serve his country the way he swore he would when he was born…
Writer's Prompt (8/12/09)
The party was dizzying for someone who didn’t know how the lower side partied, but regulars found the busy, half-drunken atmosphere a place to relax and have a good time, maybe meeting someone special every once and a while. The Noshi couple had thrown this gala event, but they were no where to be seen. Rumor had it that they were going through hard times, and she’d threatened to break...
Writer's Prompt (8/11/09)
The leather binding of the book was warm in the late afternoon sunlight, just one of the many ancient tomes in the great library of the house. They were cared for contantly by a large staff, but the owner of the mansion…
Writer's Prompt (8/10/09)
“ACHOO!!” The sneeze left him reeling, and he delicately rubbed his nose with his paw. “I don’t know how she does it,” he complained. “I can’t take these allergies.”
“Shut your mouth, they’re coming close…”
Writer's Prompt (8/9/09)
Felicia never was one for numbers. She barely made it though algebra in high school, and whenever math would come up at work, she would quickly pull out her pocket calculator. So when her boss offered her a promotion to head of accounting…
Writer's Prompt (8/8/09)
Girls Camp was only a week away and Susan was…
or
The back packing trip was only a week away, and Jim was…
Writer's Prompt (8/7/09)
The paper folds were incredably intricate, tiny and fastened against eachother in such a way that it must have taken hours to create. The little origami dragon could fit in the palm of your hand, and would rest there so delicately you could swear it was alive. Everyone thought it was a tragity when it’s artist was found dead the next morning in the museum next to the case where (his/her)...