Writing Prompt #39

Dropping in on conversations

Make it a point to listen in on other people’s conversations. You can do this on your commute to work, while walking down the street, at a party… it’s up to you. Chose an interesting bit of dialogue and continue the conversation on paper. See where it takes you.

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Writing Prompt #38

Choose an ordinary object

It can be something in your home or at your office. Give it special significance. It is sentimental? Magical? Why is this item important? Write about what happens when you lose it.

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Writing Prompt #37

Different Genre

What genre do you write in? Sci-fi/fantasy? Historical fiction? Romance? Today choose a genre outside of your comfort zone. Write a short piece and explore that new world.

Enjoy.

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Writing Prompt #36

Historical Fiction

Choose a historical figure – could be an artist, a politician, a criminal, anyone who interests you.

Now think about what you DON’T you know about this person. Their childhood? A romance? A deep dark secret? Imagine. Write. Enjoy.

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Writing Prompt #35

First and Last Line

Here is the first and last line of your piece. Fill in the middle!

First line: Oh no…
Last line: We’re in trouble now.

Enjoy.

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Writing Prompt #34

Broken Finger

Recently I saw a man with a broken finger a on the subway. How did that happen? I didn’t ask but I certainly wondered. There are plenty of ways to break your arm or your leg, even your back. But a finger?

This week write about a character who does just that.

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Writing Prompt #33

Poem

Write a piece based on the following poem.

After the Winter
Claude McKay, 18891948

Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
    And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves
    Have sheltered for the night,
We’ll turn our faces southward, love,
    Toward the summer isle
Where bamboos spire to shafted grove
    And wide-mouthed orchids smile.

And we will seek the quiet hill
    Where towers the cotton tree,
And leaps the laughing crystal rill,
    And works the droning bee.
And we will build a cottage there
    Beside an open glade,
With black-ribbed blue-bells blowing near,
    And ferns that never fade.

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