Writer Wednesday

Writer Wednesday

Hey y’all!

Its been a while since I’ve done a Writer Wednesday. I know you’re all clamoring for it. My inbox is practically FULL of requests from followers simply begging me to regale them with some of my awesome writing.

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While scrolling through Pinterest (or was it Facebook? Ugh, I don’t remember…) I saw this and thought it would be a great WW prompt!

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Here’s what I came up with:

 

She sneezed applying mascara. 

 

Ha! Okay, okay, that wasn’t the real one. But every girl can totally relate, right?

 

He never returned again. 

 

What would your sad story say? Its a lot tougher than it looks! Tell me in the comments below!

Writer Wednesday

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Here’s today’s prompt:

Your character is being followed. 

 

The street was empty except for him. It was cold out; he turned the collar of his coat up to block out the freezing wind. He blew a puff of hot breath into his cupped hands as he waited for the crosswalk signal. That’s when he heard it.

A soft pat, pat behind him made his heart drop.

He didn’t turn to see who it was. Probably nothing, he thought. Still, he crossed the street with haste and picked up his pace.

The sound followed him and picked up speed. He quickly turned a corner and hid in the shadows. He waited for the figure to pass, but it never did. He stood for what felt like an eternity.

I must be going mad. Look smart now, he told himself.

He continued on his way home. He saw the walk-up brownstone just down the block.

As he walked leisurely, he started to feel silly. That is, until he heard the steps again. This time, it sounded as though someone else had joined. Throwing caution to the wind, he sprinted as fast as he could to his front door. He fumbled with his keys as the pounding of the feet grew louder. They were closing in as he finally heard the lock click. He fell inside and slammed the door behind him, sliding every lock into place.

He steadied his breath and looked out the peephole. He needed to be able to describe his assailants when he called the police. He peered out the hole and saw no one.

Laughing to himself, he went to the kitchen and poured himself a drink. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, unaware of the two cats that had cuddled up on his porch.

 

 

 

Writer Wednesday

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Happy Hump Day, writers!

Here’s today’s prompt:

What was an irrational fear you had as a child?

 

When I was a kid, one of my besties, Lisa, had a YMCA pass. She spent days with her grandma because her mother worked, so her grandma would take us to swim at the pool. I had never been to an indoor pool before this (most of the time I swam in my backyard or at the neighborhood outdoor pool) and was actually a little nervous.

After splashing around for a bit, a boy (a few years older than us) swam over to where Lisa and I were pretending to be mermaids (because, Ariel). “See that over there?” he asked, pointing to a grate at the bottom of the pool that I hadn’t noticed until then. “That’s where they let the sharks in when kids aren’t swimming.”

My heart dropped. Holy freaking crap, where did Lisa bring me?! I was going to get eaten by a shark and I’d never get to see what became of my beloved JTT on this season’s Home Improvement!

I immediately swam to the shallow end–far away from the death trap–and refused to move. What if the grate opened up and started chewing children left and right?! What if this was all a ruse and we weren’t really here to enjoy ourselves, but helpless pawns in the YMCA’s plan to feed their sea devils?

It wasn’t until I was in fifth or sixth grade that I started to realize sharks don’t live in public pools. Seriously. I blame that brat kid that fed me that terrifying lie for my aversion to sea animals. Makes me feel better about peeing in the pool he swam in. I hope he got a mouthful of my reconstituted Hawaiian Punch. Jerk.

 

 

 

What about you? What was an irrational fear you had as a kid?

Writer Wednesday

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Normally on Wednesdays, I write an awesome short story from my handy dandy writing prompt book. Today, however, I’m going to give you some helpful tips that can help you break through any writing plateau, destroy procrastination, and get your creative juices flowing!

I have books all about writing and websites favorited that help me with writing, but I never thought of getting an app to help me write! I don’t know why this never dawned on me; I’ve got apps galore! I’ve rounded up the best apps that every writer should have on their phone or tablet!

Name Dice

Name Dice is exactly what it sounds like: dice that you “roll” to help you come up with names for your fictional characters!

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There are HUNDREDS of names to choose from and even if you don’t choose a name that you roll, it will definitely get the motors in your writer mind turning!

 

Werdsmith

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Werdsmith works a lot like your Notes app, but is so much more than a digital notebook! You can set daily word goals to motivate you to write every day! You can also share with friends to get feedback on your writing!

 

Lists for Writers

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This app is AMAZING! There are tons of lists that are helpful for writers including character names, physical descriptions, and plot outlines! There are also tips on how to build a character, ways to boost your descriptions of setting, and reference materials (dictionary, thesaurus, etc.).

 

Brainsparker

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If you ever get stuck while writing (which happens to 99.99% writers at one time or another) this app is crazy-helpful! There are over 200 writing prompt “cards” that will instantly spark creativity and help you bust through blocks. You can even schedule a daily “spark” so your creativity is always flowing!

 

Do you have any writing apps you use? What are your favorites?

Writer Wednesday

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Hey guys! Here is today’s prompt:

Give us the first sentence of these stories:

1. You’re walking down a quiet street and you notice a body lying in the gutter. You don’t know if the person is dead or alive.

2. You come across that same motionless body—and you notice a wallet sticking out from under it.

3. Now it’s a gun sticking out.

 

1. I picked up a stick and poked him, careful not to damage his Uncle Sam costume.

 

2. I gently pulled the wallet out from under him and took out the license, careful to not get blood on my hands.

 

3. I screamed, grabbed my phone, and dialed 911 while shouting, “The naked man is armed!”.

 

What would your sentences be? Got a prompt you’d like to see used on WW? Share in the comments below!

Writer Wednesday

Writer Wednesday

Happy Hump Day, aspiring writers!

Huff the Hubs got me an AWESOME gift in my stocking this year:

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This tiny book is FULL of great writing prompts! I’ll never go without something for Writer Wednesday! WOO!

 

Here’s today’s prompt:

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This would be yesterday’s fortune cookie:

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And here is last year’s fortune:

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What would your fortune cookies say? Tell me in the comments below!

Writer Wednesday

Hello all!
Last week I didn’t do a Writer Wednesday post. I know; everyone was very sad. Well, dry your eyes, cupcake because I’ve got a whole new story to share with you!

Here’s today’s prompt:

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She’d been in the tower for almost two years. She would look out the window every night and think of her parents, the King and Queen. She could even see the turrets from their castle.

So close yet so far away, she’d think to herself.
She knew she was here for her own protection. Still, it didn’t make it any easier.
She sometimes wished she could get the “Aurora Treatment”; being in a coma would be better than being bored out of your mind day in and day out. But, she found ways to pass the time.
She’d read–what little books she had. She’d dance. But, her favorite pastime was singing. Her friend enjoyed it too.
Oh no, the Princess was not entirely alone. She had a friend. A friend that protected her and cared for her. He was a kind, gentle creature. Though many wouldn’t have seen him that way upon first glance. You see, her friend was a Dragon.
The Dragon would wake up in the morning to the sound of the Princess singing. Then, he’d come to her window, get a soft pat on the head from his royal companion, and then take the princess on a morning flight around the countryside.
Most fairy tales portray dragons as mean, fire-breathing terrors. But not this Dragon. This Dragon had an important purpose. He was here to protect the Princess.
There was a Prince from a far away kingdom who wanted to marry the Princess. However, she was not inclined to marry a man who stood three feet shorter than her, had a horrendous case of halitosis, who wanted nothing more than to rule his kingdom with an iron fist, and who also referred to himself in the third person.
In an effort to keep their daughter from the awful fate of becoming his bride, the King and Queen devised a plan: they would send their daughter to a faraway tower under the Dragon’s protection until the pint-sized Prince had married some other poor soul.
What the King and Queen had not counted on was the Prince’s determination and the fact that every king and queen with a daughter of marrying age within a 50 mile radius had all devised similar plans. Being as it was, the King and Queen had the closest kingdom to the Prince so the Prince was determined to find the elusive Princess. And this is how the Princess came to be in the tower.
Now, one day after a beautiful morning riding atop her Dragon’s neck, the Princess spotted a shining lump in the far distance.
“What’s that?” She whispered in her dragon friends ear.
The Dragon let out a low moan.
“Let’s get closer,” whispered the Princess.
As the Dragon flew closer to the ground, the Princess immediately knew who it was. It was the Prince! Dressed in full armor!
Quickly, the Princess came up with a plan. She had the Dragon drop her back at her tower and then she discussed the plan with her fire-breathing friend.
“We can do this,” the Princess said. She hugged the Dragon around his neck and rushed to her dresser. Quickly, she tossed her belongings in and raced down the stairs. She slipped out the back way and his behind a bush. This is what she saw…
The petite Prince burst through the front gate outside the tower “Oh-ho! Fair Princess, The Prince is here to rescue you! Sorrow upon those who stand in the Prince’s way! Oh-ho! Onward!”
He charged toward the front door if the tower. As soon as his hand reached for the handle, he was scooped up by the Dragon and whisked away to the Princess’s former window.
That’s when the Princess ran. She ran as fast as she could. She didn’t stop running until she reached her parents’ castle. Panting and gasping for air, the Princess ran to the castle gates. She knocked on the door until it opened with a loud creak!

She was greeted with open arms by everyone: the courtiers, her ladies-in-waiting, and most importantly, by her parents, the King and Queen.

Writer Wednesday

Here lately, I’ve been struggling to think of things to blog about. There are a lot of things happening in the world, but most of them are political. And I don’t do politics. Mostly because I probably disagree with a large number of people and I don’t have the time or energy to deal with the inevitable foolishness of those that want to make personal attacks via the interwebs.

Anywhoo…

So while I was cleaning the other day, I came across a book I literally haven’t picked up since I bought it FOUR years ago:

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This book has pages and pages of writing prompts, ideas, quotes, and inspiration for writing. And I thought: “Hey! Why not do a feature each week with a short story? This will give me something to blog about and keep my writing skills up to snuff!”

That’s exactly what I’ve decided to do. Every Wednesday from henceforth will be: Writer Wednesday. I’ll pick a prompt from the book and write a short story for your amusement (or chagrin).

Let’s get to it! Today’s prompt is:

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He helped me into the car. I didn’t know where we were going. I was excited at first; this mysterious trip had obviously been planned for a while. I saw him on the phone, talking softly into the receiver a few days back. He caught me looking at him and flashed me a grin. Surely we were going to a wonderful locale.

 

He didn’t take me on too many trips. We normally just stayed home. I think he was a little embarrassed by me. I couldn’t blame him; there were some things I had done in public that most people wouldn’t dare do. I didn’t care what other people thought of me, though. He loved me and I stood by him, for better or for worse.

 

We piled into the car. He turned the radio on and started singing, patting me on the shoulder when I looked at him. It was a nice out, so he rolled the window down. He knew how much I loved to feel the wind whipping through my hair. I breathed in deep. I loved the smells of summer. I could actually taste the burgers someone was grilling a few blocks away. My stomach growled; when had I eaten last?

 

We drove for what felt like forever. The scenes were vaguely familiar; like I had been this way before. I started to get a little anxious—where were we going? I looked over at him for answers. He said nothing, just smiled at me and rubbed my cheek. His touch soothed me, so I relaxed a little. I closed my eyes and let the wind rush over me.

 

Suddenly, I felt the car stop. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see where we were. I let out a moan as I made out the letters on the sign:

 

“Dr. Spool, Veterinarian.”