Writing prompt Wednesday!! All of humanity is forced to wear a warning label. What does yours say?
Writing prompt Wednesday!! All of humanity is forced to wear a warning label. What does yours say?
Here is mine:
He told us a very exciting story.
He did. Sadly, I can’t remember most of it. At the time I was enthralled. No, it was more than that–I was bewitched by the idea that what he said was true, and that it–somehow–had a relation to my life.
It didn’t.
It never does.
There are a variety of types of people you’ll meet in your life. Some you’ll love. Many you will loath–and then there is the used car salesmen who rope you like an aging steer with their words.
It’s only after the aphrodisiac wears off, and they are hundreds of miles away, you realize your wallet is missing.
Now show me yours:
Happy writing! xxoo-A
The key to writing decent dialogue is listening to people speak. We finish each other’s sentences, cut each other off, ‘mansplain,’ and may other various things.
When I was a kid, it was a shouting match 90% of the time. A battle of words and wit. Most conversations never really ended, only morphed into a new conversation.
This weeks prompt is dialogue based! Write an argument:
Happy writing! xxoo-A
Welcome the future! We didn’t implode. No, instead we have become the great explorers we’ve always wanted to be.
The world you live in is filled with interplanetary travel.
You’re traveling to all eight of Neptune’s moons, but you don’t want to go. Your mother insists–you have no choice. In between sulking and the all you can eat buffet–you meet ‘the one.’
S/he is everything you’ve ever wanted in a companion. What happens next?
[I’m assuming the love interest is a stow-away! Can their love last?]
Happy Wednesday, ladies and gents!!
Here’s a little bit about me. If you don’t know me, I have a child. Said child is currently 8 years old and his subject of choice is science. ANYTHING science. So, this weeks prompt comes from me reading (watching) and experiencing science. So the ‘prompt’ is a video (just over 6 minutes) about a 15 year old girl who wants to go to Mars.
What would it be like to spend your childhood preparing to leave Earth knowing if you go, you may never return?
Happy Wednesday! This weeks writing prompt is a little bit more of a trick to help you get you to start writing. Well, all prompts are there for that purpose, but this is a fun trick I learned! So, I’m passing it on.
I REMEMBER…
Write two sentences, but start the first one with, “I REMEMBER…”
“I remember the drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”
Once you’ve finished your two lines, go back and delete, “I REMEMBER” then read what you have left.
“The drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”
Now you try. Happy writing! xxoo-A
In 1966 Truman Capote published, IN COLD BLOOD, not the first true-crime novel–but by far one of the most influential ever written.
When I think, “Write about the terror that has no name,” my first reactions go to this book. While there is a lot of ‘scary’ in the world–nothing is more scary to me than the idea of someone I don’t know killing me.
The scenario plays out in my head, usually on nights when I’m alone. And I have escape plans–none of them that great. But I’ll try–I hope. I pray I’ll try.
What do you think the ‘terror that has no name’ is? Please tell! (So I can be even more afraid of the night.)
Happy writing! xxoo-A
This week is a little dialogue fun! The best way to improve your writing, is to keep writing both in and outside of your comfort zone. Here’s my take on the conversation:
Ron stared at me hard. And I don’t mean that mild crap your mother throws at you when you did something wrong–I mean he really stared. Like, strait down into my god damn soul.
“I expected you to do you job,” he said, voice as chilly as midnight in Siberia during a blizzard. He cupped his hand around the back of my neck, dragging me five feet across the garage to a corner cursed with perpetual shadows. “I expected you to be the god damn profession I thought I hired. That’s what I expected.”
His gaze darted to the trunk of my Monte Carlo before locking on my eyes again.
“Carla ain’t gonna like this,” he said, shoving me away–hard. “And I won’t be taking the fall for your fuck up, Danny. Not this time. Not ever.”
I tend to read all over the place, but have a love of science fiction and fantasy. I’m not necessary talking Arthur C. Clarke & Tolkien, but I love them as much as I love–say, Cassandra Clare and Ray Bradbury. (And I love Margaret Atwood. Just in general. She’s awesome.) But when I write I find interests weaving and flowing through the world around me. I pick up inspiration in the LA Times, or from something I’ve seen on Twitter/Facebook.
And I find inspiration in writing prompts that force me to think in situations I normally wouldn’t put my characters.
What do you see/feel when you read the prompt? Where does it take you? Please feel free to leave a comment below.
Happy writing! xxoo-A
For this weeks prompt, I choose an image. This image. An American nickle, dated 2067. First, I’m glad to see the mint in Philadelphia, Penn is still around in 45 years. Second–TIME TRAVEL!!
Stephen Hawking’s said in, A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME, “If time travel is possible, where are the tourists from the future?”
Evidently leaving their coins strewn on the streets of American, haplessly waiting for someone to pick them up and marvel over why it’s here in the first place.
Does it exist? What would you say if you found this coin mixed into your change?
Happy Writing! xxoo-A
I am SO excited for this prompt. If you write a book based on this prompt, please tell me about it–but I LOVE THIS PROMPT!!
It is another science fiction prompt (next week I’ll do something different, scout’s honor!)
Dr. Diane Morals hunched over the microscope, brown eyes wide as dinner plates as she watched what everyone told her was impossible happen. Mitosis. But not just any simple earth bound organism–she was witnessing mitosis of an alien being.
“Ren,” she yells without moving an inch. “Ren, you have to see this.” It was only then she pressed the buttons that loaded the images onto the labs screen.
Ren, a forty-something Japanese-American with salt and peppered hair inched to Dr. Morals side. He reached out, gently squeezing her shoulder. His fingers pinning down her wavy black hair she normally kept twisted on her head.
“Is that the specimen?” His voice wavered like a think strip of paper on a breeze.
Diane shrugged free of his hold, not liking how the heat from his palm bleed through the fabric of her clothing or having her hair touched at all. She moved to the side of the microscope, a silent gesture to invite him to look through the tube.
“Yes, Dr. Ando,” she said, as formally as she could manage without sounding like the cold snob most of those working in the laboratory thought she was. “Unlike all the other experiments, the introduction of chimpanzee DNA seems to be the right fit.”
All thoughts of how much they disliked each other were forgotten as the ramifications of what they were witnessing sunk in.
They just completed the first ever alien, earth animal hybrid.
Oh! Whatever will they do??
Happy writing! xxoo-A