Writing Prompts

[she_is_my_addiction]

I need a leg up...I'm probably not the only one.

Post your best here. A word, a sentence...a picture. SOMETHING. PLEASE! (I'm begging)

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

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[she_is_my_addiction]

*bump*

 

[Guest]

From my favorite book of prompts, I give you a list.


1. Write about casting a spell
2. Returning takes too long.
3. Secretly, I know my name is _________.
4. Write about asking for mercy.
5. It was noon and nothing was concluded.


I used one of those to write a novel

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

From my favorite book of prompts, I give you a list.


1. Write about casting a spell
2. Returning takes too long.
3. Secretly, I know my name is _________.
4. Write about asking for mercy.
5. It was noon and nothing was concluded.


I used one of those to write a novel

Thank you. If only I could get other people to post where I do.

 

[entitled]

How about a quick song lyric?

Now some men like fishing
And some men like the fowling
Some men like to hear the cannonball roaring
Me, I like sleeping
Especially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison
Here I am with ball and chain

 

[neonlyte]

And in the square were girls and women sitting at sundrenched tables with towsled hair that threatened to cascade across golden shoulders casually restrained in butterfly clips. They wear blouses that try to slip from their shoulders, or plunge deep between swollen breasts, or which hang impossibly to suggest the slightest move might bring exposure. It's France of course, where women still ooze sexuality, even when sitting, sipping a beer and appearing to be doing nothing.

 

[BlackShanglan]

So Wednesday, I died. No, wait, let me start a little further back.

(A prompt, not a factual declaration. Honest.)

 

[JRaven]

So Wednesday, I died. No, wait, let me start a little further back.

(A prompt, not a factual declaration. Honest.)

Darn. I'm all out of glue and was hoping...

(Just teasing a friend)

 

[Boota]

Trust me, nothing good ever came from the words, "I dare you to fuck it."

 

[minsue]

Trust me, nothing good ever came from the words, "I dare you to fuck it."

*snickers*


*cackles*


*wipes away tears*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I need a leg up...I'm probably not the only one.

Post your best here. A word, a sentence...a picture. SOMETHING. PLEASE! (I'm begging)

I have nothing...but maybe you could use this...

you know you wanna write about me!

*snickers*

http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h171/scorpiowlf/Picture0101.jpg

 

[oggbashan]

Og, passing through:

1. 'It was a dark and stormy night...' (Hasn't someone used that before? - See Bulwer-Lytton contest)

2. 'She stumbled on the very edge of the viewpoint. I reached out and grabbed her before she fell. She shuddered in my arms as she realised what might have happened...'

3. 'Mary's wedding was to take place next week and I didn't have a partner to take with me. I didn't want Mary to think I hadn't found anyone to replace her. Who would be willing to pretend to be my girlfriend?'

4. 'I reached past her to take the book from the library shelf.

"Hey!" she hissed. "I wanted that one!"

"Why? Are you studying (insert whatever you like) too?"

"Yes! And I have to finish my essay by tonight..."

5. It was a stupid idea. We had drunk too much when someone suggested sexual party games. 'Pass the parcel' involved the women wrapping one of themselves tightly and the men passed her around until the music stopped. The lucky man could start unwrapping until the music started again. After she was nude and coupled the games became wilder...

Og

 

[angelicminx]

Something that's been running through my head for days on end...

"Fuck, Johnny, ya di'n't have ta go and kill 'er, did ya?"

Johnny smacked the back of his head. "She's not fuckin' dead, ya moron."

"Then why's she just layin' there, all still like, an' not movin'?"

"None ya fuckin' bidness, dipshit. Now git out the damned way."

He could have been anywhere and with anyone, but no, he had to wind up with this loser. The throwback little brother no one wanted hanging around.

 

[she_is_my_addiction]

I have nothing...but maybe you could use this...

you know you wanna write about me!

*snickers*

http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h171/scorpiowlf/Picture0101.jpg

That's the problem. I keep writing about you. A bigger problem is that it starts to become really obvious that I'm writing about you. And I keep wanting to write graphic things. I don't know if I could write that for submission.

Besides, it gets really warm when you're around and I get distracted.

 

[rgraham666]

I was working on a story, thinking about it, and this popped into my mind.

"Doesn't God have enough brides?" is the thought that flashes through my mind.

 

[Alex De Kok]

How about the line from the original 'Italian Job', to be declaimed in your best Michael Caine impression -

'You were only supposed to blow the bloody door off!'

Alex (taking a quick break from marking student assignments)

 

[rgraham666]

According to a person who's opinion I much respect this was a good line.

I want you to show me your life.