Writing Prompts
Prescription for writer's block: fear of poverty. ~ Peter Mayle
What's it Like Outside?
What's it's like outside your home right now? The weather? The sounds? The smells?
What would you see if you stepped outside?
To flex your description muscles a little, take a character and put him or her there. She
can be waiting for someone. He can be thinking over his life. She can be simply
enjoying the day and the fact that she is alive. It doesn't matter. What matters is that
we see what she sees. That we hear the rain that falls around him. We smell the pine
trees.
If you want an extra prompt, then skip a line and rewrite the whole scene, but this time
show us your summer.
What would you see if you stepped outside?
To flex your description muscles a little, take a character and put him or her there. She
can be waiting for someone. He can be thinking over his life. She can be simply
enjoying the day and the fact that she is alive. It doesn't matter. What matters is that
we see what she sees. That we hear the rain that falls around him. We smell the pine
trees.
If you want an extra prompt, then skip a line and rewrite the whole scene, but this time
show us your summer.
Going Home
Things hadn't changed much in the years she had been away. Not much at all. There
were a few new stores, the roads were in better shape, and the city limits reached out a
little further, but that seemed to be about it.
She couldn't believe she was back here. She had sworn she would never come back.
They say you can't go home, and yet here she was.
And he was still here too. She had asked enough questions to know that much. He was
here and he had no idea she was back. What would he do when he came face to face
with her? What would he do when he found out why she had returned? What would he
do when he found out what she was after?
Okay, you get to go on from here.
were a few new stores, the roads were in better shape, and the city limits reached out a
little further, but that seemed to be about it.
She couldn't believe she was back here. She had sworn she would never come back.
They say you can't go home, and yet here she was.
And he was still here too. She had asked enough questions to know that much. He was
here and he had no idea she was back. What would he do when he came face to face
with her? What would he do when he found out why she had returned? What would he
do when he found out what she was after?
Okay, you get to go on from here.
Mix and Match
You'll find two lists below. Print both up, cut them out into slips and place
them in two piles....one list in each pile. Without looking, pick two pieces of
paper from the first list, and one piece from the second. The first piece you
picked from the first list is what your heroine has to be. The second piece is
what your hero has to do for a living. The piece you picked from the other
pile is how they have to meet.
Now write a scene of this meeting. No cheating! If you pull Sheriff for your
heroine and Nurse for your hero, and then the slip from the other list says
Neighbors, then so be it.
them in two piles....one list in each pile. Without looking, pick two pieces of
paper from the first list, and one piece from the second. The first piece you
picked from the first list is what your heroine has to be. The second piece is
what your hero has to do for a living. The piece you picked from the other
pile is how they have to meet.
Now write a scene of this meeting. No cheating! If you pull Sheriff for your
heroine and Nurse for your hero, and then the slip from the other list says
Neighbors, then so be it.
Cop
Doctor
Spy
Body Guard
Pilot
Vet
Teacher
Lawyer
Private Investigator
Nurse
Sheriff
Carpenter
College Student
Reporter
Rodeo Cowboy or Cowgirl
Doctor
Spy
Body Guard
Pilot
Vet
Teacher
Lawyer
Private Investigator
Nurse
Sheriff
Carpenter
College Student
Reporter
Rodeo Cowboy or Cowgirl
Chance meeting
Neighbors
Introduced by family
Enemies
One hires or works, or has to
visit the other
Meet at wedding
Held hostage together
Childhood friends who meet
again after years
One saves the other from
something
Both want to buy the last of the
same thing
Meet at a bar or club
Take a class together
Blind date
Neighbors
Introduced by family
Enemies
One hires or works, or has to
visit the other
Meet at wedding
Held hostage together
Childhood friends who meet
again after years
One saves the other from
something
Both want to buy the last of the
same thing
Meet at a bar or club
Take a class together
Blind date
The Old House
She looked up at the old house, three stories tall, paint faded with age, windows broken
from rocks tossed by children, the yard around it grown over by weeds. The whole scene
was one of neglect, one that would make a perfect back drop for any scary movie.
She had shivered just from walking by this house when she was in her teens. Now she was
grown and determined to put all of her old fears to rest. One walk around inside to prove
that it was only an old forgotten house should do it.
She took another deep breath, then moved forward on legs that only felt a little shaky. "One
trip inside. No biggy." She had overcome her fear of closed spaces and spiders, she could do
this too.
It was ten steps to the porch. She paused there, then counted out seven more steps to the
front door. Of course once she touched it the thing swung open on its own. She.....
Then what? What does she find inside? What happens?
from rocks tossed by children, the yard around it grown over by weeds. The whole scene
was one of neglect, one that would make a perfect back drop for any scary movie.
She had shivered just from walking by this house when she was in her teens. Now she was
grown and determined to put all of her old fears to rest. One walk around inside to prove
that it was only an old forgotten house should do it.
She took another deep breath, then moved forward on legs that only felt a little shaky. "One
trip inside. No biggy." She had overcome her fear of closed spaces and spiders, she could do
this too.
It was ten steps to the porch. She paused there, then counted out seven more steps to the
front door. Of course once she touched it the thing swung open on its own. She.....
Then what? What does she find inside? What happens?
When it Rains it Pours
Your character thought every thing was going fine, and then the bottom fell out. Write a
scene where your hero or heroine is just getting the worst of it. It can be little things
piling up, like she burns her breakfast, spills her coffee, gets a flat -- and that was just
what happened before nine. Or it can be a major fall out -- like the murderer finds out that
the hero knows who she is. Just throw a character in hot water and see how they handle
it.
scene where your hero or heroine is just getting the worst of it. It can be little things
piling up, like she burns her breakfast, spills her coffee, gets a flat -- and that was just
what happened before nine. Or it can be a major fall out -- like the murderer finds out that
the hero knows who she is. Just throw a character in hot water and see how they handle
it.
The Job Interview
We've all had job interviews. They make us nervous enough, but what if the boss is really
good looking, and all of your hormones are ringing bells?
Write a scene where your character is trying for a job, and trying to ignore the rising heat
level in the room. You can pick a male or female character. It can be any kind of job you can
think of. Make sure we feel the sexual tension in the air. Make sure your character reacts
true to his or her character. Put in their shoes, some of us would forget every thing we
wanted to say. Others would spill coffee on the boss's desk. Some of us would flirt and
enjoy it. What will your character do....and how will the boss react?
good looking, and all of your hormones are ringing bells?
Write a scene where your character is trying for a job, and trying to ignore the rising heat
level in the room. You can pick a male or female character. It can be any kind of job you can
think of. Make sure we feel the sexual tension in the air. Make sure your character reacts
true to his or her character. Put in their shoes, some of us would forget every thing we
wanted to say. Others would spill coffee on the boss's desk. Some of us would flirt and
enjoy it. What will your character do....and how will the boss react?
Old Lovers
Write a scene where a man and woman bump into each other some where. The thing is,
this couple was once a hot number in high school. They thought they would get
married, grow old together, but something tore them apart. Now, face to face, after so
many years, how do the react to each other, what do they feel that they don't say? And
when they agree to a cup of coffee, or have to stand at the bus stop together, or share
a cab, or something that keeps them together for a while, what do they talk about, and
what happens when it's time to say goodbye?
this couple was once a hot number in high school. They thought they would get
married, grow old together, but something tore them apart. Now, face to face, after so
many years, how do the react to each other, what do they feel that they don't say? And
when they agree to a cup of coffee, or have to stand at the bus stop together, or share
a cab, or something that keeps them together for a while, what do they talk about, and
what happens when it's time to say goodbye?
An Object
Pick an object...anything at all, big, small....it doesn't matter. Now tie a short romantic story
to this object, and write about the two characters it involves. It can be a gift that is being
given now, a memory of happier times, a place where lost loves meet again, a first home,
just anything at all that comes to mind.
to this object, and write about the two characters it involves. It can be a gift that is being
given now, a memory of happier times, a place where lost loves meet again, a first home,
just anything at all that comes to mind.
The Date
John wasn't good at this. Him and Sandy had been childhood sweethearts that had married
right out of high school. He couldn't remember ever asking any other woman out on a date.
But Sandy had been gone for two years now, and it was time he got back to living.
Now you get to go on from here. Who is he asking out? Where are they? How does he do it?
How does the woman react? How does it end? Of course you can change the names if you
like....you can set this in a city, in a little town, in 2003, or 1860. It's all up to you.
right out of high school. He couldn't remember ever asking any other woman out on a date.
But Sandy had been gone for two years now, and it was time he got back to living.
Now you get to go on from here. Who is he asking out? Where are they? How does he do it?
How does the woman react? How does it end? Of course you can change the names if you
like....you can set this in a city, in a little town, in 2003, or 1860. It's all up to you.
Flashing Blue Lights
She saw the flashing blue lights in her review mirror.
Boy, a whole lot for you to take off from. :-) But it really is. There are a thousand and one
stories you could start from this point, probably hundred times more than that. I was
going to add a few more sentences, but everything I came up with was a lead into a story
in my mind, not one from your own.
So, the next step is yours. Who is she? Why is she being pulled over, is it night or night?
The cop who stops her, is he the hero or the bad guy? When she sees that blue lights
flash, what does she feel, how does she react? What does she say or do when the cop
walks up to her car?
Boy, a whole lot for you to take off from. :-) But it really is. There are a thousand and one
stories you could start from this point, probably hundred times more than that. I was
going to add a few more sentences, but everything I came up with was a lead into a story
in my mind, not one from your own.
So, the next step is yours. Who is she? Why is she being pulled over, is it night or night?
The cop who stops her, is he the hero or the bad guy? When she sees that blue lights
flash, what does she feel, how does she react? What does she say or do when the cop
walks up to her car?
New Years Party
Write about a romantic encounter at a New Year's party. How does the man and woman
first spot each other? Maybe they already know each other, maybe not? Who makes the
first move toward the other? How do they feel, what do they say? What happens when the
clock sounds twelve? Does the scene in there, or do they leave the party together,
promise to see each other again, or just say goodbye?
first spot each other? Maybe they already know each other, maybe not? Who makes the
first move toward the other? How do they feel, what do they say? What happens when the
clock sounds twelve? Does the scene in there, or do they leave the party together,
promise to see each other again, or just say goodbye?
Romantic Gift
Write a scene where your hero or heroine gives the other a romantic gift in a romantic
way. The gift can be an 'I love you', a ring, or a tiny treasure from days
forgotten.....just anything that will mean something to each, and leave the reader with
a melting heart. :-)
way. The gift can be an 'I love you', a ring, or a tiny treasure from days
forgotten.....just anything that will mean something to each, and leave the reader with
a melting heart. :-)
The Phone Call
She hung up the phone and stared straight ahead at nothing at all, the words she had
heard repeating in her mind. This changed every thing. Nothing would ever be the same
between him and her again.
Who is she? Who is him? What did she hear on the phone? It has to be something major
to change every thing, to make things never be the same again between her and the hero.
Write a whole scene using those three little sentences as the starter. You can start the
scene right there, or before she picks up the phone. If you want to write a scene set
before we had phones, then she can read the words from a letter or note.
heard repeating in her mind. This changed every thing. Nothing would ever be the same
between him and her again.
Who is she? Who is him? What did she hear on the phone? It has to be something major
to change every thing, to make things never be the same again between her and the hero.
Write a whole scene using those three little sentences as the starter. You can start the
scene right there, or before she picks up the phone. If you want to write a scene set
before we had phones, then she can read the words from a letter or note.
The Meeting
She had already worked almost 12 hours straight and was more than ready to call an end
to the day and head home. It had been a tough day, but nothing out of the ordinary. And
then she looked up. Her gaze crashed with a pair of sky-blue eyes.
Who is she? What kind of work does she do? Where at? Does her feet hurt from being on
them all day? Does her back and shoulders hurt from sitting behind a desk all day? How
tired is she? Is this her normal day at work?
Those sky-blue eyes, who do they belong to? I'll tell you it's a man, but nothing more. If
he someone from her past? Someone she doesn't like? Someone she just finds
handsome? What does she feel when she looks into those eyes? What is the man's
reaction?
I've given you the bare-bones opening to a scene....now you get to color in the rest of it.
to the day and head home. It had been a tough day, but nothing out of the ordinary. And
then she looked up. Her gaze crashed with a pair of sky-blue eyes.
Who is she? What kind of work does she do? Where at? Does her feet hurt from being on
them all day? Does her back and shoulders hurt from sitting behind a desk all day? How
tired is she? Is this her normal day at work?
Those sky-blue eyes, who do they belong to? I'll tell you it's a man, but nothing more. If
he someone from her past? Someone she doesn't like? Someone she just finds
handsome? What does she feel when she looks into those eyes? What is the man's
reaction?
I've given you the bare-bones opening to a scene....now you get to color in the rest of it.
Dude Ranch
Rich city person goes away for a week to a dude ranch. Meets cowperson. Sparks fly. :-)
You get to pick which person is the man and which is the woman....and what kind of
sparks fly.
You can write any scene you want....their first meeting, a first kiss, their first
fight...what ever scene pops into your mind. Maybe it's a picnic, or a ride together, or
sitting on the porch talking.
You get to pick which person is the man and which is the woman....and what kind of
sparks fly.
You can write any scene you want....their first meeting, a first kiss, their first
fight...what ever scene pops into your mind. Maybe it's a picnic, or a ride together, or
sitting on the porch talking.
Meeting at the River
I've left a lot of openings below for you. Who is she? Who is he? Is it 1870 or 2089? Is
her horse nearby, or her Jeep? What country is this? Is this man an ex-lover, an enemy,
a stranger? What happens next?
The water felt like heaven. She was so hot, so tired, so dirty. Removing her clothes and
slipping into the water had been a great idea. She eased her head below the surface one
last time, and then with a regretful sigh, headed toward the river bank.
She stopped in mid stride when she spotted him. He was just sitting there, leaning back
against the trunk of a big oak tree, watching her. Her gaze shifted to his side, where her
clothes still waited in a pile. His own gaze had dropped. That's when she realized her
breasts were above the water level, and he was enjoying the view.
She dropped down in the water, caught between fear and anger. "This is private
property. My private property."
"Sure is." He grinned. His words having nothing to do with her land.
her horse nearby, or her Jeep? What country is this? Is this man an ex-lover, an enemy,
a stranger? What happens next?
The water felt like heaven. She was so hot, so tired, so dirty. Removing her clothes and
slipping into the water had been a great idea. She eased her head below the surface one
last time, and then with a regretful sigh, headed toward the river bank.
She stopped in mid stride when she spotted him. He was just sitting there, leaning back
against the trunk of a big oak tree, watching her. Her gaze shifted to his side, where her
clothes still waited in a pile. His own gaze had dropped. That's when she realized her
breasts were above the water level, and he was enjoying the view.
She dropped down in the water, caught between fear and anger. "This is private
property. My private property."
"Sure is." He grinned. His words having nothing to do with her land.
The Donut
Summer was six weeks away, and she was going away to a tropical vacation spot -- and
one way or another she was going to look good in bathing suit. But...one final chocolate
covered donut wouldn't hurt anything.
She stepped out of the bakery with the circle of chocolate comfort in her hand. She stared
at it for a moment....thinking about how much she was going to miss chocolate. She
raised the donut to her mouth for her first bite. She didn't get a bite though, instead
something large and hard crashed into her, and the fresh chocolate coated donut was
smashed into her face. She staggered backwards, and would have fallen if her back hadn't
meet with a brick wall.
By the time she caught her breath and opened her eyes, a man was on the ground not far
from her, two police officers cuffing him. That done, one jumped up and rushed to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She found herself staring into a pair of dark blue eyes, and a handsome face that caused
her to feel as if she had been blindsided again. "I'm fine. I think." And then she did think,
and thought about the chocolate smeared over her face.
Where was one of those sink holes when a person needed one?
Okay, your turn. :-) Who is this woman, she needs a name. Fill out the above more if you
want. Then go on from the point I left off. Most important of all -- have fun!
one way or another she was going to look good in bathing suit. But...one final chocolate
covered donut wouldn't hurt anything.
She stepped out of the bakery with the circle of chocolate comfort in her hand. She stared
at it for a moment....thinking about how much she was going to miss chocolate. She
raised the donut to her mouth for her first bite. She didn't get a bite though, instead
something large and hard crashed into her, and the fresh chocolate coated donut was
smashed into her face. She staggered backwards, and would have fallen if her back hadn't
meet with a brick wall.
By the time she caught her breath and opened her eyes, a man was on the ground not far
from her, two police officers cuffing him. That done, one jumped up and rushed to her.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She found herself staring into a pair of dark blue eyes, and a handsome face that caused
her to feel as if she had been blindsided again. "I'm fine. I think." And then she did think,
and thought about the chocolate smeared over her face.
Where was one of those sink holes when a person needed one?
Okay, your turn. :-) Who is this woman, she needs a name. Fill out the above more if you
want. Then go on from the point I left off. Most important of all -- have fun!
The Wedding
"You look like your mother on our wedding day... a vision of beauty."
Samantha smiled. "Of course you think I'm beautiful, Daddy."
He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a long hug--not easy with all of the yards of
white engulfing her. "Ready?"
"Almost. I want a few minutes alone first. I've been kind of surrounded all day."
With an understanding nod, he left the room, closing the door behind him. There were a
few hushed words, and then the sound of fading foot falls.
Samantha picked up her bouquet and crossed to the window facing the garden at the
back of the church grounds. She had only been standing there a moment when she
heard the door open. She turned, thinking it would be her father coming to get her, but
instead........................
You take over from there. Happy writing!
Samantha smiled. "Of course you think I'm beautiful, Daddy."
He kissed her on the cheek and gave her a long hug--not easy with all of the yards of
white engulfing her. "Ready?"
"Almost. I want a few minutes alone first. I've been kind of surrounded all day."
With an understanding nod, he left the room, closing the door behind him. There were a
few hushed words, and then the sound of fading foot falls.
Samantha picked up her bouquet and crossed to the window facing the garden at the
back of the church grounds. She had only been standing there a moment when she
heard the door open. She turned, thinking it would be her father coming to get her, but
instead........................
You take over from there. Happy writing!
Fresh Start
It was the first day of the rest of her life. She walked outside, feeling sure of herself for
the first time in years. She wasn't sure of anything else though.
Work on as many writing muscles here as you can. What is the day like outside? Where
did she walk out from...a bus maybe, a hospital, a drug rehab, a college, a home, ect? Who
is she? What's made her sure of herself when the rest of her world is so in doubt? Where
is she going to go first? Why? Is there someone she wants to see? Why?
the first time in years. She wasn't sure of anything else though.
Work on as many writing muscles here as you can. What is the day like outside? Where
did she walk out from...a bus maybe, a hospital, a drug rehab, a college, a home, ect? Who
is she? What's made her sure of herself when the rest of her world is so in doubt? Where
is she going to go first? Why? Is there someone she wants to see? Why?
Chat Partners
They have been chatting for months...on line. They were surprised to learn they were in
the same state. Then surprised even more to find out they lived a little over thirty minutes
apart. Now, they are going to meet face to face.
They have spent hours chatting....without real names. It made it easy to lean on each
other, to share things, even some things they didn't share with friends or family. They
had come to feel comfortable with other in a way that it normally took years to reach in
most relationships.
They haven't even shared pictures. Had never planned to meet.....but a joking suggestion
was made, then accepted....the wheels jumped into motion before they really had time to
think about it....and now...one day later.....they are each heading toward the place where
they are to meet. Both having second thoughts...both remember how open they had
been....and things they had shared that they couldn't take back. (Maybe including a little
on line sex.)
So...now what? You get to pick where they meet, who they are, what happens. You can
make us laugh, give us a little shock, or heat up the screen.
Spend a little time playing the what if game before you start to write....maybe pushing
aside the first couple of ideas that come to mind and going with something that you had to
work a little to come up with -- and then have fun naming and fleshing out these two
characters, giving them each back grounds, and showing us what happens when they
finally see each other, touch each other, and learn each other's true names.
the same state. Then surprised even more to find out they lived a little over thirty minutes
apart. Now, they are going to meet face to face.
They have spent hours chatting....without real names. It made it easy to lean on each
other, to share things, even some things they didn't share with friends or family. They
had come to feel comfortable with other in a way that it normally took years to reach in
most relationships.
They haven't even shared pictures. Had never planned to meet.....but a joking suggestion
was made, then accepted....the wheels jumped into motion before they really had time to
think about it....and now...one day later.....they are each heading toward the place where
they are to meet. Both having second thoughts...both remember how open they had
been....and things they had shared that they couldn't take back. (Maybe including a little
on line sex.)
So...now what? You get to pick where they meet, who they are, what happens. You can
make us laugh, give us a little shock, or heat up the screen.
Spend a little time playing the what if game before you start to write....maybe pushing
aside the first couple of ideas that come to mind and going with something that you had to
work a little to come up with -- and then have fun naming and fleshing out these two
characters, giving them each back grounds, and showing us what happens when they
finally see each other, touch each other, and learn each other's true names.
Fish Out of Water
Take one heroine and put her right in the middle of a scene she doesn't fit in at all. If
she's big city toss her into the middle of a little town. If she is little town let her see the
bright lights and skyscrapers. If she's poor, give her a pile of money. If she's rich, take all
that money away. Or what ever you come up with.
Now, since she is a fish out of water, stir things up even more by introducing her to the
best looking male she's seen in her whole lifetime. The result should be interesting. :-)
Feel free to put the shoe on the other, and make it the hero who is the fish out of water.
she's big city toss her into the middle of a little town. If she is little town let her see the
bright lights and skyscrapers. If she's poor, give her a pile of money. If she's rich, take all
that money away. Or what ever you come up with.
Now, since she is a fish out of water, stir things up even more by introducing her to the
best looking male she's seen in her whole lifetime. The result should be interesting. :-)
Feel free to put the shoe on the other, and make it the hero who is the fish out of water.
Titles
I've typed in a number of titles below, trying to make up a good mixture of
them. Your prompt is to pick a title and then write a scene that fits it.
You can even pick more than one, and do more than one scene.
them. Your prompt is to pick a title and then write a scene that fits it.
You can even pick more than one, and do more than one scene.
The Falcon's Lair
Someone to Watch Over
Me
Magic and Moonlight
Forever Love
Leather and Lace
Mister Right
Free Fall
When Lighting Strikes
Destiny
Someone to Watch Over
Me
Magic and Moonlight
Forever Love
Leather and Lace
Mister Right
Free Fall
When Lighting Strikes
Destiny
The Hawk and the Dove
Kiss the Cowboy
The Rescuer
Masquerade
Sugar and Spice
Southern Comfort
Risky Business
The Prince
Time to Time
Kiss the Cowboy
The Rescuer
Masquerade
Sugar and Spice
Southern Comfort
Risky Business
The Prince
Time to Time
The Picnic
It's a Fourth of July picnic. Complete with tons of BBQ and watermelon, family and
friends, games and fireworks. And romance for one lucky lady and gent.
She thinks of one thing during her every waking moment -- work. She was all but forced
to attend this large picnic.
He takes his work seriously, but is always ready for a good time. The life of the party,
jokes and fun at the ready.
They can bump into each, fall over each other, or be put together by friends, but get them
together some how, and then write what happens when they spend time together.
friends, games and fireworks. And romance for one lucky lady and gent.
She thinks of one thing during her every waking moment -- work. She was all but forced
to attend this large picnic.
He takes his work seriously, but is always ready for a good time. The life of the party,
jokes and fun at the ready.
They can bump into each, fall over each other, or be put together by friends, but get them
together some how, and then write what happens when they spend time together.
Memories
She stopped in the moonlight, just a few steps beyond the front gate. It had been years,
but the old house looked better than she expected. She had spent her whole childhood in
that house. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of gardenias and roses and sweet
olive, all swirling through the humid Louisiana night air. So familiar, and yet almost
forgotten. The aroma seemed to pull her along, around to the back yard.
She followed a row of gardenia bushes toward the back porch. In a daze of memories from
the past, she climbed the cement steps and took a seat on the old porch swing. It creaked
and groaned as she began to push it back and forth. She had spent so many hours on
this porch swing, reading and sipping ice tea, listening to the radio with friends, or
planning her future.
Suddenly the back door opened at the same second the light bulb overhead flashed on.
* * *
Your turn! :-) What brought her back to the house after years away? Who opened the
door? Was he/she expecting her? What's next?
but the old house looked better than she expected. She had spent her whole childhood in
that house. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of gardenias and roses and sweet
olive, all swirling through the humid Louisiana night air. So familiar, and yet almost
forgotten. The aroma seemed to pull her along, around to the back yard.
She followed a row of gardenia bushes toward the back porch. In a daze of memories from
the past, she climbed the cement steps and took a seat on the old porch swing. It creaked
and groaned as she began to push it back and forth. She had spent so many hours on
this porch swing, reading and sipping ice tea, listening to the radio with friends, or
planning her future.
Suddenly the back door opened at the same second the light bulb overhead flashed on.
* * *
Your turn! :-) What brought her back to the house after years away? Who opened the
door? Was he/she expecting her? What's next?
The Big Three Oh!
Brandy is 29, a teacher. She has lived a calm life. Been a good girl. She married at 22.
Hubby dumped her for another woman 3 years later. She was heartbroken. Locked
herself away from the world -- all but her parents and her classroom and the children
she teaches. But enough is enough. She's tried of the whispers and looks of pity. She's
tired of being the good girl, of always doing the right thing. Today is 29-year-old Brandy's
birthday...the big three O. No more 20's.
What does she do for her birthday? How does things turn out?
Hubby dumped her for another woman 3 years later. She was heartbroken. Locked
herself away from the world -- all but her parents and her classroom and the children
she teaches. But enough is enough. She's tried of the whispers and looks of pity. She's
tired of being the good girl, of always doing the right thing. Today is 29-year-old Brandy's
birthday...the big three O. No more 20's.
What does she do for her birthday? How does things turn out?
Priorities
She was cold and wet and hungry. "Priorities," she whispered. "Shelter, heat, food."
She lifted her face and opened her mouth to catch more of another priority -- water.
She lifted her face and opened her mouth to catch more of another priority -- water.
Blue Eyes
"No, I don't wanna wake up. Not yet."
"Come on. Open your eyes."
"Five more minutes, Dad. Please! Five more."
"No more minutes. Open those eyes and look at me."
Suddenly she realized that the voice urging her to wake up didn't belong to her father.
And besides, she hadn't lived at home in over ten years.
"Come on. Look at me."
It took some effort, but she managed to open her eyes, a little. Light. Swirling light. A
pain pounded in her head. She closed her eyes back tight for a moment and then tried
again. This time there was a blurred face in the light.
She blinked a few times and the face slowly came into focus. A man's face.
"That's it. Blue eyes. Some how I just knew they would be blue."
She blinked a few more times, trying to fight the pain and a wave of nausea. At least
she had a handsome man to watch while she did.
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Our poor heroine seems to be injured. But how? And who is the handsome man talking
to her?
You get to fill all of that in. Start where I left off and let's see what you come up with.
"Come on. Open your eyes."
"Five more minutes, Dad. Please! Five more."
"No more minutes. Open those eyes and look at me."
Suddenly she realized that the voice urging her to wake up didn't belong to her father.
And besides, she hadn't lived at home in over ten years.
"Come on. Look at me."
It took some effort, but she managed to open her eyes, a little. Light. Swirling light. A
pain pounded in her head. She closed her eyes back tight for a moment and then tried
again. This time there was a blurred face in the light.
She blinked a few times and the face slowly came into focus. A man's face.
"That's it. Blue eyes. Some how I just knew they would be blue."
She blinked a few more times, trying to fight the pain and a wave of nausea. At least
she had a handsome man to watch while she did.
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Our poor heroine seems to be injured. But how? And who is the handsome man talking
to her?
You get to fill all of that in. Start where I left off and let's see what you come up with.
Pick a Title
I've made up a few romance novel titles and placed them below. Pick one
and write a scene that fits the title.
and write a scene that fits the title.
Scandal
Kiss of the Rose
Second Chance
The Warrior
Indian Beads
Wife for Hire
His Touch
Moonlight and Roses
Temptation
Southern Comfort
Her Last Chance
Embrace
Night Secrets
The Black Rose
The Runaway Groom
Kiss of the Knight
Lady in Green
Kiss of the Rose
Second Chance
The Warrior
Indian Beads
Wife for Hire
His Touch
Moonlight and Roses
Temptation
Southern Comfort
Her Last Chance
Embrace
Night Secrets
The Black Rose
The Runaway Groom
Kiss of the Knight
Lady in Green
Texas Two Step
Here and Now
Mail Order Groom
Forever Love
Hawk's Woman
Mister Right
Her Wicked Wish
The Highlander
His Kiss
Baby Makes Three
Up a Tree
Cowboy Swing
Night Fire
The Prince and I
Midnight Passion
The Knight's Promise
Fire & Lace
Here and Now
Mail Order Groom
Forever Love
Hawk's Woman
Mister Right
Her Wicked Wish
The Highlander
His Kiss
Baby Makes Three
Up a Tree
Cowboy Swing
Night Fire
The Prince and I
Midnight Passion
The Knight's Promise
Fire & Lace
Sexy Neighbor
She's a nosy single-and-looking neighbor.
He's the sexy single moving in next door.
She's being her nosy self, trying to find out who's moving in and everything about him.
He catches her.
Then what?
He's the sexy single moving in next door.
She's being her nosy self, trying to find out who's moving in and everything about him.
He catches her.
Then what?
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out to the list every Monday. You can write your prompt and then share it with the
list, or just keep it to yourself. Click here to join by sending a blank e-mail message.
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