Writing Prompt: Day 113

113.jpgDay 113 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Pick the title for a weekly ongoing story.

Erin: A First Time for Everything

Shannon: Wake the House

Pick your starting point.

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Writing Prompt: Day 112

112.jpgDay 112 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write the pictures’ story.

Shannon: During college I had a job working for an art studio, and I wasn’t hired to monitor anyone or help them find supplies. I was hired by a student who was on mission to make a name for herself by finding scrappy ways to sell her art. I wasn’t even making minimum wage off of the sales she was bringing in, but it was the best job I ever had.

I’m not sure exactly why she chose me over other students to assist her. We were in a class together, but all she ever saw of my work was a picture I took of a unique outdoor staircase in my hometown and a glass window painting.

My favorite art pieces were the slow shutter light pictures she’d have me capture. They always turned out beautiful, and she always had a concept to convey. I wished they could be seen outside of the frame. They were powerful and I wanted that power to be real.

Erin: “That’s beautiful,” I was in complete amazement of the artwork my sister had made overnight.

“I thought so too. But see I am quite sleep deprived at the moment so I am not in the right mindset to make that call.” She giggled at her masterpiece. For what reason, I am not sure.

“Was there a motive for this sudden night painting,” I asked.

“I dreamed of the fire man chasing me around the never-ending staircase,” her eyes grew as she took in her work.

“Okay crazy,” I walked away, because she was an artist and it wasn’t my place to try and understand her brand of uniqueness.

What’s their story?

Writing Prompt: Day 111

111.jpgDay 111 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a lost character.

Erin: I don’t know what I want to do with my life. All I know is that this place I have ended up is pure torture. Somewhere along the line I made a wrong turn. I’m not sure which one it was or where I made it, but I am determined to undo my mistake. I will too, once I decide where to start.

Shannon: “We’ve been here before,” my friend, Jenna, pointed out solemnly.

“How would you know that every place we go looks the same,” I argued.

“I made a mark on this tree,” she pointed at her distinct carving. “I thought you might be leading us in a circle. Are we lost?”

I was about ready to take one more round of searching before I let her in on the panic, but she already seemed pretty calm. “Yeah I think we might be, but we just need to find a road and get out of the woods. It’s just getting so dark and it’s so quiet. Do you have idea what direction we should try next?”

She was still calm, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“You get us lost and don’t mention it, because you didn’t want to worry me,” she reviewed my logic out loud. “You don’t get to drag somebody down with you without giving them all the facts,” she was angry, but I knew it wasn’t just about being lost. “What if I knew how to get out at some point? Then I could have saved us both, but I got caught up in your mess?”

“I’m sorry,” I spoke genuinely, “but did actually know where we were at some point?”

“We’ll never know.” She glared at me before walking off into the direction she wanted try next.

Where in the world is your character?

Writing Prompt: Day 110

110.jpgDay 110 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Make your character sick.

Shannon: “You okay,” I questioned. “You’ve been sleeping all day. Do you think you need to go in to the doctor?” He looked disoriented and cold as he snuggled into the couch with the blanket he’d been keeping around his shoulders.

“No I can beat it,” he whispered, barely keeping his eyes open. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“Why are you so afraid of going to the doctor? They can only help,” I reminded him.

He shook his head slightly. “I’m not afraid of getting better, or seeing the doctor. I just don’t like what it means if I’m sitting in the waiting room with handful of other sick people.”

“What’s does it mean?”

He turned to his back. “It means I need help to get my body back under control.” He sighed. “That’s not an easy thing for me to accept.”

Erin: The first time that I was sick and on my own, I didn’t know what to do. I’m the type of person who is crippled with pain in their illness. But there is only so long that a person can lay in bed and cry.

I found out that my record is 2 days. Excluding trips to the bathroom obviously. After that period of time my stomach growling overrides my pain. I squirm to the kitchen. Once I make that progress I’m empowered to do so much more.

I ingest medicine as well. I progress from saltines to full blown chicken soup and tea. I dress, and eventually I shower. I steam out some of my toxin. Then when I start to feel better I am unstoppable and can go about my day almost as normal.

Your character is not feeling well, how does that manifest?

Writing Prompt: Day 109

109.jpgDay 109 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Have your character consider their odds.

Erin: “Let’s get a lottery ticket,” my roommate suggested.

“Nope.”

“Why not,” she ran into my room and started bouncing on my bed.

“We don’t have any money,” I reminded.

“Exactly,” she screamed.

“We can’t afford to throw any money away.”

“We’re not going to, we’re going to win,” she lied.

“Were going to lose like 99.9999% of the population.”

“We’re going to lose, so were going to play,” she cheered and ran away before I could argue.

Shannon: If I do this I don’t know what I’ll get out of it. What are the odds anything will actually change? What are the odd things will just stay the same, or get worse? Then I get my hopes up for nothing. It’s not like I have much choice. Nothing is going to change if I don’t do anything, but what happens to me when I fail?  People keep advising me it couldn’t hurt to try, but rejection is never fun, and it’s never as easy as advertised. I guess over time you just get used to it. Well forget the odds, and the pain, because I’m going for it. 

Are the odds in your character’s favor?

Writing Prompt: Day 108

108.jpgDay 108 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Create a situation that is dangerous, but beautiful.

Shannon: “It’s kind of beautiful though, isn’t it,” Leo observed, tugging back the sheer curtains to peak out the window.

“You find the world ending in a domino effect of man-made explosions beautiful?” I was starting to believe his inevitable death was getting to him.

“No, not the weapons,” he clarified. “People’s reactions,” he tied back the curtain, letting the light fill the room. “I thought everyone would freak out, find shelter, and act like complete savages in their final moments,” he smirked, continuing to watch. “They’re all just doing exactly want they want to do, and they’re with the people they want to spend their last hours with. Everyone is living in the moment. Everyone,” he was in awe.

I walked up next to him to see it too, and I wanted to stay cold and angry because I was being deprived of life here, but my heart felt a childlike joy that begged me to join the rest of them. Some were dancing, some were hugging, and other people were even throwing water and other fun things at each other. It looked like a celebration. “Let’s go,” I decided impulsively.

“Really,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Let’s go down in style. Race you outside,” I quickly challenged before running to the door.

Erin: “I don’t even recognize you anymore,” I could hear the disappointment in my brother’s voice.

“Well, I’m a changed man,” I offered adjusting my tie.

“You’re boring and worried about stupid shit,” he countered.

“You’re mad at me for being responsible,” I asked for clarification.

“I am mad at you for loosing yourself is some girl. You are wasting your time and money on getting her everything she points her finger at. You are planning a wedding that is going to financially cripple you for years. You only ever do what she wants to on weekends. Then when you do hang out with us, she’s around, and you act like you are too high and mighty for our sense of humor.”

“She’s not some girl. She is the girl. Ray is the most beautiful amazing girl I have ever met. She’s made me a better man. If you don’t like her you don’t have to be a part of our wedding.”

“Maybe I won’t,” I started walking away. Then I stopped to say one more thing. He was my best friend. I owed him that much. “If she was the one, she would fit with you as the friend I used to know. You’re not a better man, you’re just a different man. Plus, loved ones are supposed to make you smile more, I’ve seen your cute little smirk less man. Just stop and make sure this is what you want to do.”

What’s underneath the surface of your story’s pretty exterior?

Writing Prompt: Day 107

107.jpgDay 107 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a situation that is becoming repetitive.

Erin: My boyfriend gets up every day at 8 am.

Then he takes a dump.

Next, he brushes his teeth.

He comes back to bed.

Kisses me once.

Goes back to the bathroom to shower.

After that he goes into his closet and grabs whatever shirt is next in his rotation.

He ties his left shoe first.

He puts his belt on last.

He already packed his lunch before bed.

He takes his coffee in a to go cup.

I start to feel like I am in a reoccurring nightmare.

Tomorrow morning is going to be different.

I’m going to make myself his ex-girlfriend.

Shannon: There was another bowl on the kitchen counter. At this rate we’d run out of Tupperware before we’d run out of baked goods. I picked up the lid with enough hesitation you’d think an animal was about to pop out. “Cookies,” I grumbled. We were drowning in Daisy’s desserts. This week alone we had cake, cheesecake, cupcakes, muffins, frozen bars, and now cookies. She broke up with her boyfriend, and suddenly she needed somewhere else to put all of her focus. It was a pattern, one that was destroying our clean kitchen. Why couldn’t her new obsession be cleaning?

Another day, more writing. Your repetition is positive, how about your character’s?