This month I’ve been reading and watching mostly Sci-Fi, and so I decided to take the inspiration from all of that and use it towards this months prompts. Also, my youngest two daughters had a hand in helping me with these, and so I must give credit to Brianna and Autumn Cook for their clever ideas. Brianna is my punner and Autumn is my comedian. Hope you enjoy the prompts they’ve helped me create for all of you. ~M
- The explosive egg hunt
- Chewing chewbacco
- The stars stood on standby
- Spacing out in shadows doubt
- Jumping Jupiter can’t get stupider
- Time blossomed then shriveled
- It went off with a bang and a hiss
- Filaments of frustration
- Covered in constellations
- Hieroglyphic hineys
- Meet ya later by the flux capacitator
- Nano nano
- Galactic garble blasters
- Platinum plutonium
- A measurement of improbability
- Space jam on toast
- Orbiting Orangutans
- Spasmodic juice
- Jet lagged and jilted
- Catastrophic calamities
- Fluently flippant
- This… is Ceti Alpha Five
- “Do. Or do not. There is no try. ~Yoda”
- Friends don’t lie
- The doorway to impossibility
- Ozone siphoning and other atmospheric disruptions
- Pilfering pandemonium
- Sucking skeevers
- Gnarly narfs
- Nuka-Cola asphyxiola
- Danger, danger, Will Robinson!
Also, for those of you who may never have tried this challenge before, here is what I suggest you try…
To begin, settle into your favorite place in the house with a hot drink to warm your waking bones. Once you’ve warmed up a bit; grab your journal, a trusty pen, and a timer. Then, set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write! Write about anything and everything that comes to your mind, and don’t stop until the ten minutes are up.
I often find myself writing short stories or poems during those ten minutes, but you can write about anything you like. And don’t be alarmed if what you’ve written doesn’t quite make sense. The whole idea behind doing this exercise is to get your mind ready and working so that you can begin your day. Just think of it as exercise for your brain, and once you’ve done your ten minutes of writing, you’ll feel more prepared to tackle the rest of your day. Good luck and happy writing!
“Chasing a dream is hard work, especially when the string keeps breaking.” ~M
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“We tend to lose ourselves within the pages of our own stories, but to become lost in another person’s words; seems the ultimate fantasy for many writers.” ~M
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“God gave us an imagination because he knew we would eventually need a break from reality.” ~M
Originally posted: December 5, 2015
“To be a good fantasy writer, you have to be able to leave this world and move on to the next.” ~M
“Writers don’t just dream about their fantasies, they actually dwell there too.” ~M
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Here’s another one of my short stories from my Writing Fiction class. Enjoy!
Here I stand alone again. The battle is finally over and the only thing that remains is the thin fine foggy mist that hides the ugliness beneath. Each soldier fought brave and hard as each one drew his sword in valiant effort. The hopes and dreams of a thousand men were all too soon drawn to a close and the blood stained hills are now all that remain. I am deeply saddened and wish that I could have done something to stop the fight.
It feels as if centuries have passed and yet I still remain in a statue like state. I’m always watching, waiting, and listening; never speaking, never moving, and never really living. Planted with roots so deep, that it almost feels like I have always been like this. The life I once knew seems like a dream now; a past distant memory that is almost forgotten. It’s in times like these that I begin to realize how truly lonely I am. I have always hoped that one day I would be discovered; that one day my own thoughts and dreams would become a reality and that this evil curse would be broken and I would be free to live again.
Looking out at the devastation before me, I am reminded of just how cruel this world really is. I was hopeful in the beginning. The world around me was absolutely beautiful. Lush green rolling hills surrounded me and felt cool against my rough exterior. Flowers of every color of the rainbow dotted the landscape for as far as I could see. Birds sang their cheerful little songs and animals frolicked and played from sunrise to sunset. The glory of the earth was immensely apparent and the splendor of it all would have taken my breath away; if I still had breath that is. Now looking around, the scene has dramatically changed. The hills are black with smoke and scattered bodies’ litter my once scenic view. The flowers that once graced this land with their fragrant beauty have all but vanished and the animals and birds have fled without a trace. I am mortified at the thought of having to spend eternity looking upon a scene such as this. All hope in my mind has been replaced with grief and sadness and deep longing for the life I once knew. What exactly was that life? I can barely remember… and yet I do see a faint distant memory, one that I must hold onto or I fear that I shall lose myself completely. I must hold on…. I must, I must, I must! I try to envision what my life would have been like if I had survived that fateful day. My only memory is a very sad one…
The day started out quite uneventful. I was keeping myself busy with mundane everyday chores. My mother and father left the cottage early that morning. It was harvest time and work started at the brink of dawn and ended just after dusk. So it was quite unusual to look through the tiny kitchen window and see my mother running toward the cottage at mid-day. I remember the look of horror on her face as she ran in desperation towards the shelter of our cozy little home. Her hair had fallen from its tightly formed bun and was flowing loosely down around her shoulders. I noticed that her face was covered in dirt stained tears. I was about to open the door and run to meet her, when suddenly a flash of light stopped me dead in my tracks. In an instant, my mother lay lifeless before me as if turned to stone. I remember thinking that I should hide or try to get out of the cottage through one of the windows in the back of the house. I knew I didn’t have long and yet I seemed to be frozen to the floor. And then, it came upon me. The bright light hit me with such force that I was knocked backward and my breath was instantly taken from my body. Suddenly, I was in complete and utter blackness, I heard not a sound, I felt nothing, and I seemed to be in oblivion. When I finally awakened, I was here in my statue like state. The earth held me in a firm tight grip and I could no longer move or breathe. I can still see, hear and feel, but nobody sees me for who I really am.
I dream of a day when I will be normal again, a day when I can laugh and play as I once used to. If that day does come, I know I will never take for granted how precious life is and I will cherish every moment as if it were my last. I think about my parents as I stand here day after day and wonder what became of them. Were they transformed like me? My heart aches to know how their story ended. But that was once upon a time, and now… because I have no other choice, I must live this new life that I have been given. It may seem a sad state to live in, but it’s the life that I have been condemned to live and fate dealt me an evil hand with which I cannot escape.
Did you figure out what I am?