If you are like me, some days you just need a little boost of creative energy, a little extra help getting the creative juices flowing.
Enter writing prompts. Emily Wenstrom at www.thewritelife.com reminds us that “…the prompt itself doesn’t matter nearly as much as what you do with it.”
So- take these prompts and DO something with them! Write! Create! Enjoy the process!
Post your results in the comments, or go on to write amazing stories and publish them here on Medium!
ENJOY!
-E.L.B
Check out the whole article for some interesting thoughts about using writing prompts.
Instructions:
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THEME: Two People in a Car
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SAMPLE:
Lisa:
“Oh My God Amber — why is there so much mud on you?! This car is brand new and if you mess it up it with your muddy uh, well, muddy everything! I am going to kill you! Eww, what is that? Your scarf? It looks like a dirty umbilical cord! I’ll kill you if I have to get that seat cleaned!”
Amber:
“Oh, I so enjoy sparing with you Lisa, may I illuminate for you a few of the finer points of your rant? It was such a classic!”
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THEME: An Apology
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SAMPLE:
“Come on Sugar, You know there’s only ever you, dontcha baby?”
I pushed past him carrying the spaghetti grande for table four. I knew he was just angry because I had finally saved up the money to buy my own modern style car, and I wouldn’t need him at all anymore.
He raced around to face me again, his face flush with emotions, “Please sugar! You know them astronomy signs say we’re supposed to be together. Don’t be so jealous! Can’t you forgive me just one more time?”
I can’t even hear him. I used to believe every word that came from those sweet round lips, and now they sit there silently flapping on his face. I am sure he is saying something, maybe begging or crying for my forgiveness, but I think to myself NO. I take a deep breath, I straighten my shoulders, and put my chin up. Then standing there looking him in the eye, I raised my flat hand up towards him and declared “Enough!”
As I push past him one last time, I mumble under my breath “It’s Astrology ass-hole…”