Day 238 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write a message in a bottle.

Shannon:

To the person who finds this,

I’m sending out this letter from an island in Hawaii, hoping it finds its way to stranger who cares enough to read it, and doesn’t immediately throw my note away. I need your help with a little experiment of mine. I’m trying to see where this bottle ends up, and if you call the number on the back I’ll let you know where it has been and who it has been with. If you don’t wish to participate I understand, but please send the bottle out again. Don’t let this line of communication end, and always know you’re not alone, sometimes even strangers think of you.

Sincerely,

Kiana

Erin: All it said was, “Come quick. We are running out of resources.” It was followed by a what appeared to be a poorly drawn map. That was all I needed, I would find them. I had to. The bottle floated to me the letter was destine for my eyes.

Write a floating message.

Day 237 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What toppings does your character top their ice-cream with?

Erin: Ha, silly question he thought. “I’m a purist. Plain vanilla.”

Shannon: Caramel, marshmallow fluff, pecans, brownie pieces and one gummy bear.

Define your character’s sweet tooth.

Day 236 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What happens in this building?

Shannon: The building holds a group of scientists who love astronomy. They often spend their nights on the top floor, studying the sky.

Erin: Every room is the same. They used them as controlled environments for illegal human experimentation.

What happens behind those windows?

Day 235 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about someone embracing something they used to hide.

Erin: “I want to show you something,” my boyfriend sat down next to me on the couch.

“Your dream journal,” I asked looking at the leather-bound journal with a moon burned into it.

“That’s not what it is,” he corrected handing it to me without any other explanation.

I read the first few words and they were beautiful. After a few verses, I caught on that it was poetry. “Why is this the first I am hearing about this?”

“I don’t tell people” he grumbled.

“Why,” I pressed.

“Cause it’s embarrassing,” there was a whine in his voice.

“Like that’s stopped you from sharing anything with me before,” I thought that I was different.

“Well you would want me to write some for you,” he reviled.

I shot him an annoyed look, “who’s this one about then,” I pointed to the love poem I was on.

“You, but I didn’t need the pressure,” he argued.

“How are you so articulate on the page, yet we are having this ridiculous conversation,” I shook my head fully aware of this guy I was dating.

Shannon: I used to hide my grades the second I got my papers back. I didn’t want my friend to know I cared about school. I also didn’t want my classmates to see my grades and instantly assume they knew something about the kind of person I was. Eventually I realized by covering my grades I was covering up one more piece of me, and I was sick of hiding. That’s why I decided to let them look, not because I wanted them to know, but because I wanted to stop punishing myself for the truth.

What is being brought to light?

Day 234 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a story a grandparent tells their grandchild.

Shannon: When I was a kid a tornado touched down in our neighborhood. It took out most of the houses on the block except for ours, so my parents opened up their doors to give some families a place to stay. We lived in our tiny house with three different families, and no one ever complained. I think you can share your room for little while longer, don’t you?

Erin: Things aren’t the same these days. Boys used to court the girls they fancied. Your grandfather recited a poem to ask me on our first date. We went to the diner seven times before he finally took my hand in his. The first time we kissed was during a slow dance at homecoming. By prom he asked me to go steady. Never did he let me go cold or my feet get wet, or did he ever let my hand touch a door handle when he was around. I know you find the whole thing old fashioned, but there was something special about being put above everything else.

How was it in the old days?

Day 233 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write a myth about what an eclipse means.

Erin: The solar eclipse is when evil finally concurs good.

Shannon: An eclipse messes with the world order. If things have gone well for you in the past, then you won’t be so lucky in the future. If your past has been hard, then you will find a silver lining. The world is about to change, let’s hope it’s for the better.

When the sun and the moon align.