What are you up to today? Cool … Me too. Any-who, I wanted to let you know that I am going to be writing a new kind of prompt called a ‘genre prompt’ that focuses the writing piece in the style of a particular genre. I think these kinds of prompts will let me stretch my writing fingers a little too far in several different directions. It should help open up my writing while...
Hello you, I just wanted to pop in and remind you that you are welcome to write your own versions of any of the prompts I do and post them in the comments, if you would like. If you would, then you should put sixty seconds on the clock and start writing away! After the initial sixty seconds, you can go back and tidy up the draft. You don’t have to post your results at all, but it is good...
The journalism app I use on my computer gave me a wonderful prompt for today. I didn’t get too far… — Prompt: Write a love letter. — Dear Marcie, God. How can I write to you my dear? You are beyond writing, beyond me and us and all of this. I sound like a fool. Marcie. I can only hope to satisfy my damnable heart by heeding to it’s insane cries to tell you everything...
Prompt: money – “I ordered Abigail some more things she needed today,” Ned’s wife said, clacking away at the two thousand dollar laptop that “was just something they needed,” as she had told Ned. “I put it on the Amazon card alright?” “Alright?” Ned asked, looking up from his rapidly cooling morning cup of coffee and sighing the steam...
Every so often I post some snippets from my meatspace (real life) journals. Here is an excerpt from notes that I was taking, observing a documentary on the Mexican Revolution of 1810 and the horrible working conditions that caused it. – The mother sits with her two children, the littler one laying on his stomach with no pants. The mother wears a head cover for the heat. There is a field boy...
Prompt: Last words? – “Shut it!” The goon said tearing him down to his knees. Charlie felt his knee cap shift too far and tear with his jeans against the cold concrete floor of the garage. “Jesus Christ!” Charlie said involuntarily in one loud monosyllabic phrase. “No, man, my daughter is a month old man, her mom is dead!” “I said shuddit!”...
Here is a one-word prompt for this evening. – Prompt: Foliage – The men were gone. The paleface men who came to mock our homes and put an American price tag on our way of life. I was in the hills that morning, holding heated confrontations with the men that would only ever happen in my head. The sun was climbing the sky and washing his nurturing light across the land. The bushes...
An honest person requires no defense against attacks to their character.
Here is a one-word prompt based off of Edan Ben-Moshe’s suggestion on my Facebook page. Enjoy! — Prompt: Ennui — “This is marvelous,” Green’s wife said. “Darling, isn’t this just marvelous?” She was dressed in elbow-length gloves and a jeweled, green dress, and matching pumps. “Indeed Mister Marvalo,” Green said, coming to the urgent looks he received from his wife. Green was...