Prompt: Write three sentences. Last sentence is lyrics from a song.
Source: http://apromptaday.blogspot.com/2011/04/faster-ride.html
Response:
I have lost all sense of purpose and all sense of myself. Searching on and on; that's all I can do. Looking for clues to surmise why it is that I am.
Notes: Last line taken from New Transmission by Project 86
Monday, November 25, 2013
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Red Rain: The End of Pain
Prompt: The celebrations started as he fell into the pool.
Source: http://www.adammaxwell.com/writers-tools/writing-prompts-generator/
Response:
I started laughing while the creatures below laughed as well. I wasn’t laughing with them, I was laughing at them. They would never know my greatest secret, now I would die protecting it. I cut through the remainder of the wires and felt myself plunge down.
I hadn’t realized how far down it was, but as that strange looking pool and the darkness rushed towards me, I forgot everything and merely welcomed it.
For a moment I felt no pain.
Death.
My only escape, from these things, from the secrets, from everything, was death.
Notes: This is only a short section from a short story I wrote. The phrase "Red rain, the end of pain" I found while watching the music video to Destroyer by Project 86. (it's one of those quotes that flash for a half second in the music video)
Source: http://www.adammaxwell.com/writers-tools/writing-prompts-generator/
Response:
I started laughing while the creatures below laughed as well. I wasn’t laughing with them, I was laughing at them. They would never know my greatest secret, now I would die protecting it. I cut through the remainder of the wires and felt myself plunge down.
I hadn’t realized how far down it was, but as that strange looking pool and the darkness rushed towards me, I forgot everything and merely welcomed it.
For a moment I felt no pain.
Death.
My only escape, from these things, from the secrets, from everything, was death.
Notes: This is only a short section from a short story I wrote. The phrase "Red rain, the end of pain" I found while watching the music video to Destroyer by Project 86. (it's one of those quotes that flash for a half second in the music video)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Underwear Man
Prompt: He had a countenance that changed as often as his underwear.
Source: http://www.adammaxwell.com/writers-tools/writing-prompts-generator/
Response:
He had a countenance that changed as often as his underwear, which meant every Tuesday and Friday you would expect something different of him. This wasn't because he was filthy, or that he was a confusing person, it was just because he only had four pairs of underwear and kept running out of different moods.
He walked into the office on Friday especially glum, which was disappointing since he had been glum last Friday through Tuesday as well. He had been in an especially bright and cheerful mood since Tuesday, and I was hoping for a similar result this morning, but no, he was glum. I didn't mind too much because it was a Friday, being the last day of work for the week, so I knew I wouldn't have to suffer his unpleasantries more than the rest of today and of course on Monday, unless some twisted phenomena caused him to change underwear before then.
He bid me good morning, shuffled into his cubicle, and took out the morning paper, a habit he'd been into for as long as he had worked with the company, and began to do the crossword puzzle. It was a simple routine he followed every day no matter his mood and all of the staff had gotten so used to it, that the knowledge of the routine's existence only lingered in our subconscious. He would walk into the office, bid me good morning, do the crossword puzzle in the paper, get up and get a cup of espresso, sit back down, do work, leave to the small Cafe on the corner for lunch, go for a walk for exactly 23 minutes, come back to work, take a break at three o' clock to chat with all the staff on our floor, finish work, bid me goodnight, then retire home.
Sadly, our simple office life took a drastic change when a new boss came interrupted our existences.
He was a squat, mousy-eyed man with a bright, cherry red suit and a plum colored tie. He had thinning, silver hair that he was constantly pressing back from his face. A wide bald spot blinded us all with its reflective shine.
He didn't much care for our good friend, our countenance-underwear changer, because he thought him peculiar and a bad worker, shirking his duties to chat with the staff and do his puzzles. No matter how much we spoke out for him, it didn't matter to the new boss. Eventually, he was fired.
What made me feel bad was the fact that he was fired on a day that he was jovial. He took the entire affair with a beaming smile and a merry laugh, and with twinkling eyes he packed up his office possessions into his briefcase and skipped merrily out of the building.
I managed to stop him at the elevator, "What makes you this way?" I inquired, meaning his countenance and their changing, no matter the circumstance.
"It's the underpants," he replied simply, and skipped inside the elevator and waved me goodbye as the doors closed.
To this day I still don't understand fully what he meant. Perhaps I should acquire a pair of those underpants, then maybe the entirety of this strange occurrence will better reveal itself to me.
Notes: I usually don't write in this fashion, but for some reason, the tone stuck with me as soon as I read the prompt. It's quite an unusual piece, most likely because I'm so tired. Hopefully I will write something better some other time.
Source: http://www.adammaxwell.com/writers-tools/writing-prompts-generator/
Response:
He had a countenance that changed as often as his underwear, which meant every Tuesday and Friday you would expect something different of him. This wasn't because he was filthy, or that he was a confusing person, it was just because he only had four pairs of underwear and kept running out of different moods.
He walked into the office on Friday especially glum, which was disappointing since he had been glum last Friday through Tuesday as well. He had been in an especially bright and cheerful mood since Tuesday, and I was hoping for a similar result this morning, but no, he was glum. I didn't mind too much because it was a Friday, being the last day of work for the week, so I knew I wouldn't have to suffer his unpleasantries more than the rest of today and of course on Monday, unless some twisted phenomena caused him to change underwear before then.
He bid me good morning, shuffled into his cubicle, and took out the morning paper, a habit he'd been into for as long as he had worked with the company, and began to do the crossword puzzle. It was a simple routine he followed every day no matter his mood and all of the staff had gotten so used to it, that the knowledge of the routine's existence only lingered in our subconscious. He would walk into the office, bid me good morning, do the crossword puzzle in the paper, get up and get a cup of espresso, sit back down, do work, leave to the small Cafe on the corner for lunch, go for a walk for exactly 23 minutes, come back to work, take a break at three o' clock to chat with all the staff on our floor, finish work, bid me goodnight, then retire home.
Sadly, our simple office life took a drastic change when a new boss came interrupted our existences.
He was a squat, mousy-eyed man with a bright, cherry red suit and a plum colored tie. He had thinning, silver hair that he was constantly pressing back from his face. A wide bald spot blinded us all with its reflective shine.
He didn't much care for our good friend, our countenance-underwear changer, because he thought him peculiar and a bad worker, shirking his duties to chat with the staff and do his puzzles. No matter how much we spoke out for him, it didn't matter to the new boss. Eventually, he was fired.
What made me feel bad was the fact that he was fired on a day that he was jovial. He took the entire affair with a beaming smile and a merry laugh, and with twinkling eyes he packed up his office possessions into his briefcase and skipped merrily out of the building.
I managed to stop him at the elevator, "What makes you this way?" I inquired, meaning his countenance and their changing, no matter the circumstance.
"It's the underpants," he replied simply, and skipped inside the elevator and waved me goodbye as the doors closed.
To this day I still don't understand fully what he meant. Perhaps I should acquire a pair of those underpants, then maybe the entirety of this strange occurrence will better reveal itself to me.
Notes: I usually don't write in this fashion, but for some reason, the tone stuck with me as soon as I read the prompt. It's quite an unusual piece, most likely because I'm so tired. Hopefully I will write something better some other time.
The Writer's Muse
I have been recently reading a very awesome and inspiring blog at http://apromptaday.blogspot.com/. The title says, "A Prompt a Day Keeps the Block Away" which all in all is very clever and amusing.
Even though I already have a fiction writing prompt blog of my own, this blog is going to be different.
On A Prompt A Day, the writer would give a Prompt, it's Source, and then her Response, with a few notes at the end.
By reading her blog, I have found various ways of using prompts, and no matter how mundane or stupid or even unhelpful the prompts may seem, they can prove to bring out amazing pieces of fiction.
And now I will prove that. I will go around the internet looking for prompts and the like, and I will write down my own responses, and we'll see just how creative and imaginative I can get with even the most boring or unhelpful seeming prompts.
Wish me luck!
Even though I already have a fiction writing prompt blog of my own, this blog is going to be different.
On A Prompt A Day, the writer would give a Prompt, it's Source, and then her Response, with a few notes at the end.
By reading her blog, I have found various ways of using prompts, and no matter how mundane or stupid or even unhelpful the prompts may seem, they can prove to bring out amazing pieces of fiction.
And now I will prove that. I will go around the internet looking for prompts and the like, and I will write down my own responses, and we'll see just how creative and imaginative I can get with even the most boring or unhelpful seeming prompts.
Wish me luck!
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