Does anyone have a copy of this at home?

[Trinique_Fire]

The Writer's Block -- Jason Rekulak

If so, I'd love to have some of those "jump starters" thrown in here....

Thanks

 

[FallingToFly]

Oh, like a daily writing prompt thing? Here's one:

A vase of bright orange poppies sat on the windowsill.

I'd love to see what some of the writers in here could come up with on that one.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

Oh, like a daily writing prompt thing? Here's one:

A vase of bright orange poppies sat on the windowsill.

I'd love to see what some of the writers in here could come up with on that one.

yes! thanks for starting it FTF...i need a good prompt now and again for originality.

 

[Liar]

A vase of bright orange poppies sat on the windowsill.

It was bored out of it's shoes, had it had any. And feet to put the shoes in. That was the problem. Feet. Not too common on vases. And without them the vase would go fuck all but being stuck right there in the windowsill.

The view was alright, facing west, kickass sunsets and all that. But the vase could hear it's owners, Mr and Mrs, going at it like it was going out of style in the bedroom down the hall every other day. Squeals of delight, soppy wet slapping of sweaty skin, grunts, groans, and creaking springs. And what did the vase have to look at day in and day out? A green lawn and a grey sky.

Where nothing ever happened.

It was days like this, when the muffled sounds of shameless rutting echoed from the hallway, that the vase quietly (because what else can a vase do?) wished it could inch closer to the edge and do a Humpty Dumpty right there and then. Maybe they'd hear the crash and come running to the vase's rescue in all their naked and coitus interruptus glory...ah, that would be a worthy last sight for a pile of broken shards before swept away and dumped into the great dark nothingness that awaits all pottery at the end of days...

But alas, no feet. Fuckdamnit.

 

[FallingToFly]

A vase of bright orange poppies sat on the windowsill.

It was bored out of it's shoes, had it had any. And feet to put the shoes in. That was the problem. Feet. Not too common on vases. And without them the vase would go fuck all but being stuck right there in the windowsill.

The view was alright, facing west, kickass sunsets and all that. But the vase could hear it's owners, Mr and Mrs, going at it like it was going out of style in the bedroom down the hall every other day. Squeals of delight, soppy wet slapping of sweaty skin, grunts, groans, and creaking springs. And what did the vase have to look at day in and day out? A green lawn and a grey sky.

Where nothing ever happened.

It was days like this, when the muffled sounds of shameless rutting echoed from the hallway, that the vase quietly (because what else can a vase do?) wished it could inch closer to the edge and do a Humpty Dumpty right there and then. Maybe they'd hear the crash and come running to the vase's rescue in all their naked and coitus interruptus glory...ah, that would be a worthy last sight for a pile of broken shards before swept away and dumped into the great dark nothingness that awaits all pottery at the end of days...

But alas, no feet. Fuckdamnit.

Hot DAMN Liar!!! That rocked!!

 

[FallingToFly]

Bumping because I want to see what some of the other AHers would do with that vase!!!

 

[FallingToFly]

Monday 10-16

Here's another writing prompt, Trini.

A single point of light

I'm surprised more people haven't jumped on these, considering that NaNo is coming up. Come on people, limber the fingers and brainpan up.

 

[Trinique_Fire]

I'm not surprised.

But thanks FTF...I'm copying these down, you know. I'll need them. by the way, you're a dollface.

 

[Samandiriel]

A single point of light.......

Its the thing that can guide you home. You follow it trustingly knowing that warmth and shelter are not too far away.
It can also beckon you blindly, tricking you, seducing you until you are left broken on the rocks below waiting for the waves to finally pull you under. In your mind you hear the siren song soothing you as the blackness takes you away.

This was the thought in Kitty's head as she walked along the tracks. The single light ahead of her. She stepped carefully along the wooden planks feeling the stray bits of gravel beneath the soles of her well worn shoes.
The blast of the diesel's horn was her siren song. How long before the massive hulk of steel would reach her?
She could feel the earth vibrate through her legs. The light grew bigger.
The screech of steel on steel could be heard above the trumpeting of the horn, like Gabriel announcing the end of the world.

"Come and wrap in your wings and take me far away."

The momentum of the steel monster would carry it another quarter mile down the tracks. She would be illuminated in the light as it came closer, ethereal and wane.
The rumbling of tons of steel propeling toward her felt like her bones were shaking loose from their frame.

Five....

Four...

Three...

Two...

She leapt out of the way letting the stinking filthy beast push her away letting her roll down the embankment into a briar patch.

 

[FallingToFly]

Sam, that was amazing. Thanks for sharing it!

 

[Zeb_Carter]

In the darkness, as the rain splashed against my hat, there was a single point of light shinning in the distance. Moving toward it, holding my coat closed to the chill in the air, I found it was coming from a tiny hole in the wall at the end of the street.

Placing my eye to the hole I was stunned at the sight before me. On a small table there was a body, covered in blood. I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A man was standing, staring down at the grusome sight in front of him, he held a knife, dripping with blood and his clothes soaked in blood from the body before him.

His face was hidden from my view by a surgical mask and a pair of goggles but his stance was familar.

 

[Samandiriel]

Sam, that was amazing. Thanks for sharing it!

Thank you. It was rather fun too.

 

[Mimi_Marquez]

Jumpstart Thought

Scene set-up: A block party.

 

[Samandiriel]

Scene set-up: A block party.

added: during tornado season.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

god..who is this trinique bitch that keeps posting on here?

 

[Skip1934a]

point of light

A single point of light is all I can see as I struggle to crawl on hands and knees up the incline to the opening of the cave. It is so far away, still, and my knees are a bloody mess, my fingers raw and coated with blood and filth, but I know I have to get out. I'm naked. The rapist had seen to that. Why did he have to throw me into this hellhole? Couldn’t he have just left me where he had raped me? No, not Ralph. He would never leave a victim to be found.

I have to stop to rest. But in a moment I will need to begin again up the slope and out. But I’m so very tired. I’ll close my eyes for just a moment. But I must not sleep, I need to be free of this would-be grave before darkness falls….

 

[cantdog]

Just the left hand brick in the dormer in the row above the window lintel.

 

[Blackie Malone]

A single point is all it would take and history would be changed. From point A to point B, A being me and B being thier forehead.
It would be a clean shot, over in just a few seconds but ultimately the only resolution.
A thousand points of light? No, that is excessive and sloppy.
A good assassin need only one clear shot. Its almost like connect the dot. The red light cuts through the air marking the spot all one need do is pull the trigger.
So easy even a child can do it!

but becareful, you don't want to put someone's eye out.

 

[FallingToFly]

wow... this is just fun now. okay, today's set-up...

The guitars crashed against my ears as I

And now I have to haul ass to work.

 

[Skip1934a]

crashing guitars

The guitars crashed against my ears as I sought a table close to the stage, where I could ogle the beautiful lead singer. I had become obsessed with her the first time I heard her sing, on the group’s first album. The picture on the album cover had not done her justice. It took a bit of research to find their tour schedule, but I have it now, and have followed the group everywhere this year’s tour has taken them, hoping that she will notice me somehow.

For this set, she’s wearing a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader uniform, and those short shorts are driving me crazy with lust for her. As she gyrates on the platform, I am rubbing my hard… Oh, she sees me doing it, and is motioning for me to come up on stage. I begin to rise, and fall back in my seat in a dead faint.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

This needs a bump.

 

[Skip1934a]

This needs a bump.

Well, okay. Do you have one? If not, I'll do it for you. I'm nice that way.

BTW, I noticed that you were born on Pearl Harbor Day. I remember hearing a live account of the attack on the radio that Sunday. I think it was a Sunday. Does your birthday get caught up in the holiday rush, and get ignored? If it does, I'll send you a card on your birthday.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Well, okay. Do you have one? If not, I'll do it for you. I'm nice that way.

BTW, I noticed that you were born on Pearl Harbor Day. I remember hearing a live account of the attack on the radio that Sunday. I think it was a Sunday. Does your birthday get caught up in the holiday rush, and get ignored? If it does, I'll send you a card on your birthday.

Not right now I don't.


Yes, I'm a PH baby, I go out and get bombed every year.

 

[Skip1934a]

Not right now I don't.


Yes, I'm a PH baby, I go out and get bombed every year.

You're bad, bad, bad. You don't go all the way to Pearl to get bombed do you?

 

[ABSTRUSE]

You're bad, bad, bad. You don't go all the way to Pearl to get bombed do you?

No, I just wear a Hawaiin shirt