Writing Prompts

Writing Prompts: Sharp as a Blade

Friday, January 29, 2010 08:00 AM EST

A few twists and turns to kickstart your brain:

Maia knew the blades of grass were sharp, but this was the first time she'd seen them cut off an elf's finger.

Days passed without any wind, without even the slightest breeze. And now there was a new development. The birds had begun falling from the sky.

Tyler had a wicked pair of running shoes. And after clearing the third hurdle, he found himself dashing across the sky high above the stadium.

Samantha did as Samantha pleased, even now that she was dead.

The new memory blast was the cappuccino for the soul. With just a few sips one could enjoy the complete works of Shakespeare and recite every line thereafter.

Word Count: 120

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Writing Prompts: Maniacal Insects and Other Mayhem

Friday, January 15, 2010 1:45 PM EST

A few more for you to chew on:

Clarence was at a loss to words. Surely he could not explain how he'd grown over twelve inches the night before, nor how his wife shrank by that very same amount.

Wilber's medical policy ran out months ago and it was fine by him. Besides, he had plenty of duct tape.

"Can you believe this nonsense?" the clown took a seat at the bar. "Instead of a paycheck, the circus sent me home with a 400 pound African silverback."

Vorhoot eyed the used car salesman suspiciously. "Do you mean to tell me that this hybrid runs on beans and rice?"

Aunt Florence slammed down with all her might. To her surprise, the fly snatched the swatter from her hand and struck back.

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Word Count: 130

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Writing Prompts: Bright Ideas

Thursday, November 26, 2009 9:15 PM EST

Small words, big ideas...

Finally, after all these years, he knew what he was going to do with his life. Surprisingly, he found it in an ad in the newspaper. "Destiny," he said aloud, "manifest thyself."

The blue charm only glowed when the netherling drew close...

He'd gotten rid of his gray hairs no doubt, but now he didn't have any hair at all. Only scales.

"What a marvel of technology," he smirked. "Bananas and oranges that peel themselves! However, that's nothing compared to what's in this bag." He slipped his arm inside, taking a quick survey of the crowd. Middle to upper class--all of them. He licked his chops. Suddenly he shrieked. Something inside dug its claws into him and slowly dragged him inside.

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Word Count: 129

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Writing Prompts: Wicked Words

Sunday, June 7, 2009 10:00 PM EST

Writing prompts are excellent tools for exploring ideas that you might not otherwise. Those who spend much of their planning might not get the opportunity to utilize their power of improvisation that is both cathartic and liberating. Expanding upon small ideas is excellent for developing a healthy state of mind. But don't look at me. I don't do these exercises.

Here are a few that I came up with:

With the night she was synonymous, mysterious and alive.

Gray was its shade, nimble and impervious.

All was well until the skies began to bleed.

Nuclea was its name; father of none, mother of all.

The ravenous hunger coursed through him once more.

White fire ignited the chasm.

Word Count: 117

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Total Word Count: 496