Wednesday Words–Writing Prompt

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I’m going simple this week. Science Fiction prompt:

There’s a spy trapped in your computer.

He or she needs your help to survive.

What do you do?

Maybe it’s not that simple, but it’s direct. What do you do if you learn the conscienceless of a spy has been downloaded into your computer?


My take:

My eyes were glued to the cursor. Suddenly it’s repetitive blinking felt more like old Morse Code than a reminder as to where I left off in my writing.

I read the text again–“I’ve been downloaded into your computer. Please help.”

What are you really supposed to say to something like that? Well, beside–haha! Funny joke! I wanted to believe that was the end of it. That somehow someone from Twitter or Facebook hacked my account to mess with me–but I ran the diagnostics. I checked, re-checked, took my computer to a shop and had them check–but when I booted up for the umpteenth time, with no real reason, the messages started again.

“Why wont you answer me?” they said.

“You  know I can see you through the camera, right? And may I add, pants would be a nice touch?”

“Why would I be asking you for help if I didn’t actually need it.” This was a good point, but still… You’re trapped in my computer?

The comments and questions wore at my psyche until I couldn’t ignore them any longer. That’s when I finally typed, “What do you need me to do?”

And they wrote back, “Finding my body would be a nice start.”


What would you do?

Happy writing! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–What comes next?

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I wanted to think outside the box today, to present a prompt in a different way. Back when I worked in an office I was bored a lot of the time. Not that job was boring, but I did have down time. When that happened I would email my friends. A couple of them and I would create fantastic stories that were much more amusing than we felt reality ever could be.

My favorite ‘made up lives’ still comes up to this day–well over a decade after it was created. We are cowboys. I am Whiskey–because I’m a feller who likes his drink, and my girl friend was Bone–because she had buried her far share. Including the beloved Carl who was accidentally shot one night, because Bones had a penchant for shooting first and asking questions later.

Each time we created a story it always started the same. One of us would write a sentence and it was up to the other person to say what came next.

For this Wednesday’s Words, I give you this sentence. Tell me, what comes next:

She stood out from the crowd, because…


This is what I think should happen:

She stood out from the crowd, because she was the only person who didn’t have identical coats, and hair, and shoes, and leggings. She stood out because she didn’t belong. I knew she must belong somewhere–we all belong somewhere–but it wasn’t here, not with this group of homogenized conformist.

I glanced around to see who else noticed her sleek black hair, oval face, and nearly extra foot in height–but when I looked back, she was gone.” –A


But what do you think happens next? Share with me in the comments or blog about it and tag me!

 

happy writing!! xxoo-A

Wednesday Words–Writing Prompt

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The Prompt:  Write a scene that starts with, “I haven’t told this to anyone before, but I’m going to tell you.”

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Psst! You. Yeah, you–right there. This is for you. So… I ain’t told this to no-one before, but I’m tellin’ you. I’m sure you’re thinking, why? Why me? Why now?

It’s just time. Sometimes life works like that. Those secrets you bury so far down they make the soles of your feet it work their way back up your legs, torso, and throat until you have no other choice but to sing Dixie to the nearest standing person.

That’s you. Let me warm my vocals before the big guy ferrets me out.

I’m sorry if you don’t want it to be you. Actually,  I’m not sorry. I’m not, because I ain’t never asked for this . Never wanted the damn thing–but I’ve toted it around anyway.

Shit. Wait.

You hear that?

There! That was a foot step. You know I’m right. It was clearly the sound of a footstep–

It’s outside, so sit down. I’m almost outta time. If I don’t tell you now, no one will know the truth.

Crap. That door won’t hold if they keep kickin’ it like that!

If I could grab your shoulders I would, but know this–IT WASN’T ME! Now you gotta go, but know it wasn’t me!! Just let me get out of this and I’ll tell you the rest. Meet me at…

Shh… go. 

Hey, Minnow. What’cha doing here? This is Terrence’s hole. Aw, man! You don’t gotta be like that! Just put down the gun, man!! Put it down!

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