Writing Prompts
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LES
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2007/02/15 13:52:41 PM
I forgot about that book -- I need to add it to my list -- I am really into dragon books at the moment. Thanks for reminding me.
I have another series order called Dragons in our Midst -- I think there is 4 of them -- I am really looking forward to that.
Yes reading and gaming can both be very distracting -- good for you JJ -- focus on what is needs to be done !
Good morning all
I have another series order called Dragons in our Midst -- I think there is 4 of them -- I am really looking forward to that.
Yes reading and gaming can both be very distracting -- good for you JJ -- focus on what is needs to be done !
Good morning all
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JJ14
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2007/03/12 05:44:07 AM
Dragons are so much fun!! I'll look into those series as soon as I can :) When I'm done with Here, There Be Dragons, and if it turns out well, I would definitely encourage you do look into that one. So far it has been just fine. Very clean, and wholesome. And very interesting. It includes all sorts of different legends throughout the world. Captain Nemo, King Arthur, and lots of others, but I still haven't gotten very far. I am enjoying it :)
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LES
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2007/03/14 17:43:39 PM
Wait on the Dragons in our Midst thing, unless they have them at the Library or something. I have finished the first one and I am not really sure I would recommend buying them. I bought all 4 and I will read the next one soon. I am a little short of time now. I will report back after I read more.
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JJ14
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2007/03/14 23:14:24 PM
Ok, I will wait then. I will definitely look into Joust though. When I can find the time.
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Every Day Is A Gift From God
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Every Day Is A Gift From God
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Kara
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2008/04/27 06:29:08 AM
I've been back reading a lot of the threads, and this one got me particularly interested. I had a look at "writing prompts" on Google, and came up with a few good sites. So I thought I'd give it a go. Don't laugh too hard at my writing, though you're welcome to laugh at my story.
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Writing Prompt: Write from the point of view of a coffee maker that short circuited
Ignacio knew it was over now. This was the third time that this had happened in as many months, and he knew that Stacy wasn't going to put up with it again. It had cost her over $200 last time to fix the problem, which was nearly as much as the investment had cost her in the first place. Nostalgia could only count for so much.
"You're useless" Stacy had sighed. "Now I'm going to have to pick one up on the way to work, aren't I?" Ignacio felt so useless. He wished he could have give Stacey what she wanted - a half fat creme cappuccino, but he just couldn't. His circuits had blown again, and he was sure that this time it would be irreparable. Stacey would go and buy that new top-of-the-line model Ignacio knew she'd been fantasizing about. He'd seen it in the paper that got left on the bench a few weeks ago, and he knew he couldn't compete. No one wants an old broken coffee maker when there's a bigger, shinier, newer model available.
So Ignacio bid his final farewell to the fine bone-coloured china cups with their delicate blue patterns and to the large clunky silver spoons that Stacey insisted on using despite her mothers' incessant comments that they weren't appropriate for the china. Then Ignacio used the rest of the day to reminisce on the good times that he and Stacey had had together.
Of course, there was the day that Stacey had brought him home, shiny and new, in his own coloured box with appealing promises of cafe-style coffee whenever she wanted it. Ignacio had tried his best to give her everything she'd wanted of him even then, and for a while things were great. Then Ignacio remembered the day Stacey decided she wanted to experiment with him a bit. Unfortunately she hadn't been able to understand the instructions and had gotten a peppermint latte instead of the chai she'd been trying to get. Ignacio still got a chuckle when he recalled the look on Stacey's face when she'd tried it.
Then there was that day, not all that long ago when Ignacio had broken the first time. Stacey looked so forlorn when she realized that Ignacio wasn't giving her what she needed. Later that day, when she'd come home from work, she'd put Ignacio in a box, and Ignacio was heartbroken.
However, only a few days later, he was back in Stacey's kitchen with a shinier outlook on things. Stacey had been so happy when she'd taken him back out of the box and placed him lovingly back on the bench. But Ignacio knew that this time there wasn't going to be a happy ending like last time.
Their partnership was over, just like his creme cappuccino days. He tried to feel happy for Stacey, knowing that the new model she would buy this weekend not only came with her favourite half-fat creme cappuccino, not only frothed the milk without he intervention but also allowed you to choose between full cream, low fat and even soy milk at just the touch of a button. He hoped desperately that 'Cuppachiox27-4' would treat Stacey with the love and coffee she deserved.
However, much to Ignacio's surprise, Stacey came home early from work today, and not alone. Along with her came a big burley man dressed in a red workman's outfit with 'Joe' embroidered on his left breast pocket. He came over and looked at Ignacio and then laughed. Ignacio was mildly indignant; he'd only done what everyone said he would do eventually anyway. The Joe said, "Don't worry lady, I can fix that in a jiffy".
As it was, Ignacio had merely blown a tiny inexpensive fuse. And since Stacey had been such a good customer at the repair shop of recent, Joe didn't even charge. At last check, Ignacio and Stacey are still very happy together and still enjoying their creme cappuccinos every morning.
Sometimes, thing aren't as bad as they first seemed.
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Its not much. It only took me a few minutes to write and a few more to edit. What do you think?
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...
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Writing Prompt: Write from the point of view of a coffee maker that short circuited
Ignacio knew it was over now. This was the third time that this had happened in as many months, and he knew that Stacy wasn't going to put up with it again. It had cost her over $200 last time to fix the problem, which was nearly as much as the investment had cost her in the first place. Nostalgia could only count for so much.
"You're useless" Stacy had sighed. "Now I'm going to have to pick one up on the way to work, aren't I?" Ignacio felt so useless. He wished he could have give Stacey what she wanted - a half fat creme cappuccino, but he just couldn't. His circuits had blown again, and he was sure that this time it would be irreparable. Stacey would go and buy that new top-of-the-line model Ignacio knew she'd been fantasizing about. He'd seen it in the paper that got left on the bench a few weeks ago, and he knew he couldn't compete. No one wants an old broken coffee maker when there's a bigger, shinier, newer model available.
So Ignacio bid his final farewell to the fine bone-coloured china cups with their delicate blue patterns and to the large clunky silver spoons that Stacey insisted on using despite her mothers' incessant comments that they weren't appropriate for the china. Then Ignacio used the rest of the day to reminisce on the good times that he and Stacey had had together.
Of course, there was the day that Stacey had brought him home, shiny and new, in his own coloured box with appealing promises of cafe-style coffee whenever she wanted it. Ignacio had tried his best to give her everything she'd wanted of him even then, and for a while things were great. Then Ignacio remembered the day Stacey decided she wanted to experiment with him a bit. Unfortunately she hadn't been able to understand the instructions and had gotten a peppermint latte instead of the chai she'd been trying to get. Ignacio still got a chuckle when he recalled the look on Stacey's face when she'd tried it.
Then there was that day, not all that long ago when Ignacio had broken the first time. Stacey looked so forlorn when she realized that Ignacio wasn't giving her what she needed. Later that day, when she'd come home from work, she'd put Ignacio in a box, and Ignacio was heartbroken.
However, only a few days later, he was back in Stacey's kitchen with a shinier outlook on things. Stacey had been so happy when she'd taken him back out of the box and placed him lovingly back on the bench. But Ignacio knew that this time there wasn't going to be a happy ending like last time.
Their partnership was over, just like his creme cappuccino days. He tried to feel happy for Stacey, knowing that the new model she would buy this weekend not only came with her favourite half-fat creme cappuccino, not only frothed the milk without he intervention but also allowed you to choose between full cream, low fat and even soy milk at just the touch of a button. He hoped desperately that 'Cuppachiox27-4' would treat Stacey with the love and coffee she deserved.
However, much to Ignacio's surprise, Stacey came home early from work today, and not alone. Along with her came a big burley man dressed in a red workman's outfit with 'Joe' embroidered on his left breast pocket. He came over and looked at Ignacio and then laughed. Ignacio was mildly indignant; he'd only done what everyone said he would do eventually anyway. The Joe said, "Don't worry lady, I can fix that in a jiffy".
As it was, Ignacio had merely blown a tiny inexpensive fuse. And since Stacey had been such a good customer at the repair shop of recent, Joe didn't even charge. At last check, Ignacio and Stacey are still very happy together and still enjoying their creme cappuccinos every morning.
Sometimes, thing aren't as bad as they first seemed.
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Its not much. It only took me a few minutes to write and a few more to edit. What do you think?
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...
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Kara
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2008/04/28 10:07:45 AM
Wow. These things are strangley alluring. I used to write all the time (mostly poems, but occasional short stories) but I don't much anymore. These have reminded me how much fun it can be to be creative.
I have to thank you, Oogy.
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Writing Prompt: Write a micro-story starting with "They had nothing to has to each other"
They had nothing to say to each other. But then, why should they. Its not like they knew each other, they just happened to be both riding in the same lift. A brief coincidence but nothing more, and they both knew it. Many people used the lifts all day everyday. That's what happened when a company as big as Bell Inc occupied one building. Despite having both worked at the company for over five years each, James and Alice barely knew each other.
Alice had gotten on earlier, down in level two from IT with the intention of using the ladies up on level six (if you had to work down with the guys from IT, you'd understand why Alice though the lift ride to level six was worth it).
James had gotten on at level three, traveling from the Costing department back to his own department, Accounts, on level seven. He'd had to hive Costing yet another warning about blowing out budgets. This was the fourth quarter they'd busted in only six that James had been assigned to supervise. James hoped the situation didn't get worse, for their sake. James himself didn't mind if heads rolled, just as long as he was the executioner, and not the poor sucker on the bottom rung.
Of course, Alice knew of James. Everyone knew of James. Aged only 27, and already well on his way to the top of the company, James had looks to kill, and reportedly, the personality to go with it. Alice didn't expect James to know of, or even notice her. Why should he notice her, she was merely a 30 something year old woman who worked on IT. Nobody cared about the IT department until their computer broke (and then it was always the IT department's fault), and no one expected a woman to come up and fix their computer.
When the lift stopped at Alice's floor, with nothing more than a cursory nod from James, she disembarked the lift, and the doors closed behind her with a faint ping.
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Having said that, I'm not as proud of that one as I was the first. The first one just worked for me.
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...
I have to thank you, Oogy.
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Writing Prompt: Write a micro-story starting with "They had nothing to has to each other"
They had nothing to say to each other. But then, why should they. Its not like they knew each other, they just happened to be both riding in the same lift. A brief coincidence but nothing more, and they both knew it. Many people used the lifts all day everyday. That's what happened when a company as big as Bell Inc occupied one building. Despite having both worked at the company for over five years each, James and Alice barely knew each other.
Alice had gotten on earlier, down in level two from IT with the intention of using the ladies up on level six (if you had to work down with the guys from IT, you'd understand why Alice though the lift ride to level six was worth it).
James had gotten on at level three, traveling from the Costing department back to his own department, Accounts, on level seven. He'd had to hive Costing yet another warning about blowing out budgets. This was the fourth quarter they'd busted in only six that James had been assigned to supervise. James hoped the situation didn't get worse, for their sake. James himself didn't mind if heads rolled, just as long as he was the executioner, and not the poor sucker on the bottom rung.
Of course, Alice knew of James. Everyone knew of James. Aged only 27, and already well on his way to the top of the company, James had looks to kill, and reportedly, the personality to go with it. Alice didn't expect James to know of, or even notice her. Why should he notice her, she was merely a 30 something year old woman who worked on IT. Nobody cared about the IT department until their computer broke (and then it was always the IT department's fault), and no one expected a woman to come up and fix their computer.
When the lift stopped at Alice's floor, with nothing more than a cursory nod from James, she disembarked the lift, and the doors closed behind her with a faint ping.
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Having said that, I'm not as proud of that one as I was the first. The first one just worked for me.
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...
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LES
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2008/04/29 11:50:35 AM
I am always so amazed with what you young folks can do. I had forgotten you like to write Kara but I do remember the poetry. I like the first story the best, both good though.
Oogy this is your topic, hopefully it will get going again. JJ likes to write as well.
Oogy did that story ever finish up, the one where we all got to vote ?
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Lead me Lord and I will follow
Oogy this is your topic, hopefully it will get going again. JJ likes to write as well.
Oogy did that story ever finish up, the one where we all got to vote ?
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Lead me Lord and I will follow
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Kara
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2008/04/30 01:56:10 AM
I wish to know about this story. Tell me now, or suffer my wrath.
... Or, you know, when you've got time ^_^.
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...
... Or, you know, when you've got time ^_^.
Pip pip.
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Here I am, Lord!
Send someone else...