This week, on adventures in novel plotting: tacking colored index cards to my wall. Exciting stuff, folks!
Now, on to the real excitement:
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The Rules
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
OR
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
The Prompts:
Don’t touch the floor
He arrived bleeding
History unravels
If you can read this
The middle of everywhere
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Happy writing!
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* MC = Mature Content.
Opinions expressed in other writers’ InMon pieces are not necessarily my own.
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Here I come again 😀
http://whisperingwithwords.wordpress.com/2013/01/15/lonely-winters/
“Don’t touch the floor” isn’t that a universal children’s game? 🙂
I believe it is! If I remember correctly, for me it was usually because the bed or chairs or couch were some kind of flying machine and the floor was hundreds of feet below us. Either that or lava. How about you?
My friends and I had a special brand of crazy. We imagined that the grass in our yards was murky water in which lived predatory monsters mutated from things left in refrigerators too long. Death by aquatic casserole!
That. Sounds. Awesome.
It was pretty awesome. Also pretty scary. Can you imagine being devoured by a dire lasagna? *shudders* nightmare fuel.
I believe the lasagna would call that poetic justice.
If one is a lasagna-eater, certainly, but as a child I avoided it wherever possible. Perhaps even that, though, could be considered vengeance against our species… hmm.
Did you not like it? Or were you simply sick of it from church ladies bringing it over EVERY NIGHT? That happened to us after my mom’s first brain surgery. Kind people, but you can only eat so much lasagna. Unless you are Garfield.
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Couldn’t resist – ‘Don’t touch the floor.’
http://mjshorts.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/are-any-of-your-family-aliens/
Wrote mine, just in time. An experiment in voice, which hopefully you’ll all enjoy!
Not Much o’ a Man
http://chriswhitewrites.com/2013/01/20/not-much-o-a-man/
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Here are my two responses for the week:
http://lovethebadguy.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/can-you-see-me/
http://lovethebadguy.wordpress.com/2013/01/22/dont-touch-the-floor/
Cheers!
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*winces* That’s probably some bad association, too.
I got very sick of spaghetti because my mother made it a lot (because it is easy), and I never really liked marinara sauce, so I developed a dislike of pizza and lasagna too. I got over my pizza aversion first, then lasagna. I still really dislike spaghetti. I’ve eaten scorpions and jellyfish and all kinds of weird things, but no spaghetti! 😉
Well I’m very glad you got over the pizza aversion. It would be awful to go through life without enjoy something as wonderful as pizza. You’ve eaten scorpion??? How does that work? What does it taste like? The proverbial chicken?
It would be horrible to have a permanent aversion to pizza. It was pretty horrible to miss enjoying it in childhood, when I had the metabolism to handle it. 😉
Well, we were attacked by these giant scorpions and we were really hungry and….
Sorry, you made me wish I had a better story. I was in China and a street vendor was selling fried scorpions (without the stinger). My fellow travelers and I couldn’t pass it up. They were small and crunchy. Everything that is fried kind of tastes alike, so they tasted like something fried.
One day I hope to try barbecue tarantula because that really does sound interesting. In the mean time, I will just write about people who eat them and see if I can do it without sicking out most of my audience. 😉
That’s pretty awesome. Probably the weirdest thing I’ve ever eaten is alligator, but that isn’t even that strange. I once had a peanut butter sandwich with bacon bits. That was a mistake.
Good to know. I have a friend who tried a hamburger with peanut butter on it. Also a mistake. Peanut butter is good on waffles, though.