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| A cemetary in Daufuskie Island, S.C. |
When this happens, why not try working with a few writing prompts to get the ideas flowing? You never know what you’ll come up with—and you may even turn one of these free writing sessions into a piece that you can sell or publish, or develop the start of a new manuscript! Here are a few ideas to get you started. (In the spirit of it being the month of October, some of these may be a little on the creepy side.)
- You go on a camping trip with your family and spend the night under the stars. When you wake up the next morning, you find that you are the only one left at the campsite, and there’s no evidence that anyone else was ever there. What do you do?
- You get a text message on your phone that reads: “I see your bedroom light is still on. Does that mean you’re still up?”
- Tell the story of your very first heartbreak.
- You are lost in a graveyard, and can’t seem to find your way out.
- A dream journal sits on your nightstand. One morning you open it to find an entry written in a handwriting you don’t recognize. It reads, “I’ll see you again in your dreams . . . soon.”
- Describe your idea of a perfect day.
- Summoned to jury duty, you walk into the room of potential jurors and find they are all clowns.
- You have globophobia—the fear of balloons.
- Standing with him in the rain, she realized she loved him.
- My favorite movie is [fill in the blank], because . . .
Now it’s time to get even more creative! Using one of these prompts, write an introductory paragraph in these comment section. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.
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| Jeanette Charlet Photography |
1 comments:
If I had ever told anyone about it, I'm sure they would have said, "It'll never last," and in reality, it never really began... except in my mind. So many real obstacles. My age was thirteen, he was twenty-six. I was a student. He was my English teacher. I was as white-bread as a kid could get, and he was Japanese-American. But still, in my heart and in my mind he was my first love and it took several years before my adoration lay starved and crushed on the floor, never to be revived...
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