So my buddy Scotty wrote a book. Buy it. But he also created an author Facebook page and has been giving prompts. Yay.
Monday morning write-up!
Ernest Hemingway maintained that his finest work was a short story he wrote on a $10 bet. Someone bet him he couldn’t write an entire story using only 6 measly words. His answer? “For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”
BAM!… and then
Imagine you are a goldfish trapped in a little fish bowl. How do you get through the boredom of everyday life?
This summer break thing is killing me. Apparently humans have a different schedule during summer than they do during…whatever is not summer. So when I first got here I got to sit back in the castle and watch the tinier humans in the box. … and then
I handwrote this one because why not!
Jack awoke at his desk slightly confused. He remembered going out for drinks with coworkers, and maybe he drank a little too much, but he didn’t remember getting home. Or showering. Or waking back up and taking the train back to work. After a quick assessment of his appearance and odor, he thought maybe in his haze, he didn’t shower. … and then
Third Grade: What do you feel like the differences are between girls and boys in how they act? Tell a story with at least one character from each gender having a conversation.
Jenny was pretty upset with her parents moving her to a new school in the middle of the school year. She wasn’t as mad as her brother John, who was 14 and starting high school fresh, but she still thought she deserved the right to be kind of mad. … and then
Prompt: Create a story with a character that is obsessed with time. His house if full of clocks and his arms are covered in watches. Describe his daily routines to make sure that he is hyper aware of every second that passes.
Arthur woke up ten minutes before his first of three alarms went off in the morning. This was normal. … and then
Talk about a time in which someone praised your writing and how it made you feel. Describe the scene and the reactions of anyone else in the room upon hearing these words.
Christine had been dreading going to 7th grade English the entire week. The papers had been turned in on To Kill A Mockingbird last week and Mrs. Miller still had no word on when their grades would be in. … and then
We were goofing off about my super good friend Cassandra (@CDioneJones) going to Starbucks to work and this is how I think it goes. This is fiction-ish. Fictiony?
Determined not to miss another deadline due to spotty internet connection and general procrastinations, Cassandra decided to head to Starbucks to work. For whatever reason, nothing made her want to reorganize her living room like a report due date. … and then
Harold woke up five minutes before his wife’s alarm was set to go off. The same way he had the past 30 years of his life. He silently pulled the sheets back and went to wash his face and start the coffee. He usually had about 30 minutes to himself to read the paper and drink a steaming cup of Folgers. … and then
There are a few people I love not because I know them or because they are super hot but because they are brilliantly awesome. Most are singers. Like Gavin Degraw or James Morrison. They’re not the cutest guys behind a microphone but I’d marry them if all they did was sing at me. I told James this and he told me I was foxy, but he was already taken. … and then
James might have been my first for reals writing attempt. Besides your standard AP papers and creative writing short stories in high school. Circa 2002??? I can’t remember. I shoulda took better notes. But I had Word. That’s all I needed.
James is a single girl with a Ross/Rachel type relationship with her best friend, who’s kind of a jerk. Uber chick lit.… and then