Walking past a thousand story ideas.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.
–Orson Scott Card
This quote made me think that I’m missing something. And because of that, I’ve decided to start Prompts of the First. The basic idea is I’m just going to bounce out with a bunch of random ideas for writing. Anything that comes into my mind that oculd possible, with some delicate writing, be made into a story.
Understand I’m not asking you to write the story for me. I am merely recommending story ideas for you to write and make your own.
Why am I doing this?
Two reasons. First of all, when I started looking for writing prompts, they were all too specific. Examples:
- You have been captured by cannibals. How do you try to convince them not to eat you? If that fails how do you attempt to get away?
- In the middle of the night, you get an urgent call from a friend you haven’t talked to in years. Something terrible has happened. What is it and why is he/she calling you? (Okay, that one might be fun.)
- You’ve left town—ditching your old, miserable life—hoping to start a new life for yourself. You’ve given yourself a new name, fake background and style. Write about your first encounter in your new town.
- Storms have knocked out the power. You find the flashlight and make shadow bunnies on the wall, but you can tell the kids are not amused. So instead you decide to tell a scary story. Create a story that would scare even the toughest of teenagers.
I didn’t like that. I wanted something a little more vaguer, that doesn’t involve me.
The second reason why I’m wanting to do this is I want to notice more of the plots in every day life. I want to notice seven or eight of them a day. Right now, if I can come up with thirty prompts, I’ll be happy, but this’ll be an ongoing goal for me throughout the month.
At the first Monday of the month, I’ll share them with you. Feel free to post your own however. The more the merrier.
That being said, here we go.
- What can you hide in a tooth?
- A death ray that feels like a gust of hot air. Once someone crosses it, they’ll die, but no one can see it.
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If you stop feeling a part of your body, it stops existing.One word– Shape shifters.
- By now, everyone has secrets–the kind of secrets that’ll cost a man his life.
So, there are my five ideas. Hopefully, I’ll get more next month. And maybe…. i’ll remember to write more down, because I know I had more.
Help with Creative Writing.
So, I randomly stumbled across this website yesterday and found it to be rather informative. The writing prompts, if you like that, are really interesting, and although I haven’t looked around much beyond that, it might be really helpful.
when life gets in the way
So, I haven’t posted for two days. I know that. And instead of letting everyone sit there hanging for the next post, I think it is fairer to say that I will not be posting until Sunday. I’m very sorry about this but I am swamped with finals, which will all be over on Friday. So I’m going to take a week off, again, and then get back to it next week when this quiet down.
But, I do have a question for you. What topics related to writing would you like to see me blog about? Pop out most anything as I’ll consider most anything.
Also, my challenge since you don’t have anything to read. I’m going to write something spontaneous and I challenge you to write five pages off of what I wrote. Technically, I would advise that you don’t think about it, but that is up to you.
Here we go:
Sky squealed as a gust of wind flopped off her hood once again, but pulled it back on to ward off the rain. The drizzling, misting mess was exactly as she imagined it to be. The wind was more than she imaagined. But she couldn’t necessarily say that she liked either of them as much as they always surprised her.
With a furtive glance, she pulled out the key and slipped inside.
Enjoy, have fun, and see you on Sunday.
next…
How does I describe what it feels like to be suddenly overloaded with information? Everything can be fine at one moment. You’re sitting at the side of the road, watching the cars driving down. The normal roar of the engine is just like any other day. The cars drive through the puddles, splashing water in their wake. It’s just a voom, voom. voom. Then suddenly, there’s a moment when there is too much. The vooming is too loud. There is so much going on. It’s feels like all the noise in your head is trying to pound through it and beat on it. It’s like there’s a ball bouncing around in the head, pounding, pounding, pounding. Someone reaches into your chest and squeezes your heart and there is this pounding. It feels like you’re going insane. Like, you can’t control anything and just need to get away from the noise and from the pounding and from everything.
“And that was when you snapped?”
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Bad news. There’s nothing else! Nada.
I was thinking about this while riding my bike home on Friday. It kinda just popped into my head. And I haven’t really pursued it yet but I’m tossing it out there as prompt.
What was really awesome with this was I told my mom basically what I wrote up there and she thought it was really good. Actually, she thought someone else wrote it, not me. That’s always awesome. (She doesn’t know how well or not well I write though, because she hasn’t read much of anything I wrote, but that is pretty much okay with me.)
So that’s all. Take it or leave it as you will. It’d be kinda interesting though to see what other writers do with this, so I have this post set up for trackbacks. If you write something off of this, stick the link in the post so we can see what happens. (Yes, that is totally random. But it would be cool.)