Writing Prompt: Day 345

345.jpgDay 345 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What is your character’s favorite part of the holiday season?

Shannon: I guess what I like most about this time of year is that everybody eases up a bit. They stop acting like workaholics and get to take a break to enjoy time with their loved ones, and for once everyone understands. No one minds making fashion faux pas, or donating a little extra money and time to help out a neighbor. They hang up lights for everyone else’s benefit. It’s like everyone is under a spell, but a good one.

Erin: Baking

The most wonderful part of the celebrating.

Writing Prompt: Day 344

344Day 344 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Pick a flower and base a character off the flower’s meaning.

Shannon: Purple Hydrangea

Since I was young this strong curiosity that doesn’t cease for anyone. Knowing them for face value has never been enough. I need to understand them, like really understand them. I see how complex they are and I know there are reasons for everything they do. They’re all icebergs. I just want to see what’s below the surface.

Erin: Daisy

She was vulnerable, because she didn’t understand she was unique. Other people didn’t love everyone they met. Everyone didn’t believe the people around them were so pure of intentions. She held others in such high regard, never letting it cross her mind that she was on a beautiful level no one else would reach.

Your character is like a flower.

Writing Prompt: Day 342

342Day 342 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Describe your character’s favorite ornament.

Shannon: There’s this ornament on my mom’s tree that you connect to a small tree light. It’s a forest tree with a squirrel in one tree hollow and a racoon in the other. They look so peaceful with warm light shining on them. I wish I could be there.

Erin: The glitter fairy that her daughter made is far more precious than any of the hand blown ornaments could be.

Let’s decorate!

Writing Prompt: Day 341

341.jpgDay 339 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write a letter to Santa.

Erin: Dear Santa:

Just bring dad home. That’s all I want.

Love,

Jane

Shannon: Dear Santa,

I don’t think you understood my letter last year. I know you were probably confused. Maybe you didn’t see I was asking for a real dog. But don’t get me wrong, I love the stuffed animal. I sleep with it every night, and treat him just like he’s real. Only problem is that it’s not the same.

Really any type of dog will do. I’m not picky and I promise to love it no matter what. I’ll be responsible. You can count on me Santa.

Sincerely,

Maggie

What does your character want this year? 

Writing Prompt: Day 340

340.jpgDay 340 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Set a trap.

Shannon: “Here’s how you get him,” I slid the paper across the table and waited for her to unfold it. “You ask him those four questions. If he gets any of the first three wrong, he’s lying. If he knows the answer to the last one, I’d say he knows too much.”

I watched as she read through them. “I love it. This is genius.” I saw hope in her eyes, and it felt good that I could put it there. Though I hoped her suspicions were incorrect.

Erin: Sometimes I think that I got away with something when courting my wife. Logic says a guy like me never ends up with a woman like her. Only I did and despite me insisting I had tricked her she had this idea that she knew everything about me. Even kind of liked everything about me. Sometimes I thought that was her only flaw.

Time to catch your prey.

Writing Prompt: Day 339

339Day 339 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about what made a character’s wedding special.

Erin: Our wedding was special because despite everything going wrong we were okay. We were becoming family and that made all of the chaos perfect.

Shannon: The wedding was special because for once my whole family was in one place and they weren’t fighting. They even seemed like they were having a good time, and it was nice to see them having fun together. I knew I’d never forget this day.

Make a special day unforgettable.

Writing Prompt: Day 338

338Day 338 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about the first glimmer of hope in the midst of destruction.

Shannon: Laughter. That’s what I remember. Days after our lives had been torn apart I thought I’d never laugh again. I imagined I wouldn’t find a reason to even smile anytime soon, I didn’t know if I could remember how. It turns out I did, and I didn’t laugh because of a good joke. I laughed at myself, because I had done something embarrassing. It was weird, because it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.

Erin: Mile 3 of walking I saw a glimpse of the gas station sign and for a second I felt not all was lost.

Things are looking up.

Writing Prompt: Day 337

337Day 337 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about the first time your character experiences something.

Erin: They always say that the first time that you hold your baby in your arms can’t be explained. After experiencing I found out it can’t, that immediate love that feeling of being whole, when you didn’t even know you were empty. It’s true magic, but the magician would not be able to give away the secrets of their trick if he wanted to.

Shannon: “You seem nervous,” the guy sitting next to me observed.”Is this your first flight?”

“It’s that obvious?” I cringed.

He shook his head, “A lot of people get nervous on planes. It was a lucky guess to find out if you were ok. Do you have any question I can answer to make you feel better?”

I guess this was my opportunity. “How do I know when I should be concerned?”

He smiled. “I find when something is out of your control, it’s best to only worry about what you can control and let the rest play itself out. But that’s up to you,” he winked.

“That’s hard,” I admitted.

“But it doesn’t have to be,” he shook his head wisely.

What has your character never done before?

Writing Prompt: Day 336

336.jpgDay 336 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a puppet master.

Shannon: “I don’t really care what you want to do, you owe me. I own you, that’s how this works,” my mentor explained coldly.

“This could ruin his life,” I tried to remind him of his humanity.

“Don’t concern yourself with that. It’s my burden,” he stared, waiting for me to get going. Though it pained me, I did.

Erin: When I was handed the power from my father I knew I wanted to live my life differently. I was not going to abuse my decision-making privilege. It wasn’t until I was literally sitting in his throne that I understood how impossible of a feat that was. With only having a limited sky view knowledge of my subject how was I supposed to manipulate their lives for them. I could try my best to make majority rules decisions, but humans are so complex.

Give us a seat to your puppet show.