Writing Prompt Bonanza Week 2

In an effort to aid my goal of writing a novel for this year, I needed some kind of motivation.

And so an idea popped into my head.

Writing Prompts.

I know, I never thought I would use them either. I’ve been generating a list of writing prompts, so far around 60 or so, and starting tomorrow I’m going to focus on hitting 500 words for each prompt. 500 words at the least. One prompt a day. I’ll be posting three or four of them here on this blog each week, along with my regular posts and sometimes random posts.

Every Sunday, I’ll post a new list of prompts that you will begin to work on the next day. You should shoot for 500 to 600 words. Remember, these are going to serve to jump-start our creativity.

Anyways, I challenge any of you young writers, or writers in general to work with me on these writing prompts if you want. Keep what you write to yourself, or send them to me and I’ll post them on my blog for others to see. It’s completely up to you.

If you want to send them to me, send them to runafterthe1.prompts@gmail.com and I’ll post them as an addition to my prompt or as a post all on their own if I didn’t write one for that day. If you send them to me, be sure to include your name at least so that I can give credit to you.

So…get your pens, or fingers ready because tomorrow it continues, and without further ado, this weeks writing prompts!

Monday, January 30:      The silvery moon shone down through the trees.

Tuesday, January 31:     I walked along, hearing the satisfactory crunch of the leaves.

Wednesday, February 1:     He would stop at nothing for revenge.

Thursday, February 2:     The cat lazily lifted its head up, and seeing nothing of interest went back to sleep.

Friday, February 3:     There was no longer any way that she would catch me doing that.

Saturday, February 4:     “It’s so freaking cold out here!”

Sunday, February 5:     It was an idea, and a bloody brilliant one at that.

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The One who saves, His love is pure

Another song that I love is from Hillsong, I have a lot of those just so you know…it’s from their Beautiful Exchange album. The One Who Saves.

The chorus is my favorite honestly. When I’m out at night on campus, I sometimes go for a walk just because I can, and I love playing this song.

We have found our hope
We have found our peace
We have found our rest
In the One who Loves
He will light the way
He will lead us home
As we offer all
To the One who saves us

Jesus is our hope, peace, rest, and all things. There are many, many things that can bring us hope, peace, and rest. But only One can provide permanent hope, peace, and rest.

Plus I love the way that the chorus sounds musically.

But regardless, “He will light the way, He will lead us home” leads me to picturing some sort of fantastical journey in a world full of dangers, and in reality that’s what this is for us who are Christ-followers. We are on a fantastical journey, and the world is indeed fraught with dangers. Or rather things that used to be just fine, but are now dangerous until we are on the right side of things again. Once we are a Christ-follower, things that used to be dangerous aren’t necessarily as dangerous anymore.

His Love is unceasing and incredible. I don’t know that I can describe it other than that. Just rest in the fact that He is Rest, and He is the One who saves us when we call.

 

Writing Prompt #3: January 25, 2012

I had heard her story before, and had decided that I could care less. I had heard others like it too many times. Girl goes out, get’s drunk, loses purse and blames it on some guy she claims she met.

“Tell me again what happened.” I said rubbing my eyes with my hands.

She looked at me with big eyes, trying to make me feel sympathy. “I met this guy, tall with blond hair and he bought me a drink. Next thing I knew I woke up in a hotel room with only my license and clothes.”

“Is it possible you left your purse at the club?” I looked at the girl hoping she hadn’t thought of that yet.

“Absolutely not. I called and checked. I have a hot pink purse, there’s no way anyone would miss seeing it if it was there.”

“Look uh” I looked at the paperwork she had filled out. “Jessica. I can’t guarantee that we’ll be able to do anything more than you’ve already done.”

“You have to though!” she practically shouted, “My grandfather’s will was in there,” she added quietly.

I held back a sigh, something I had learned to do after twenty years on the force.

“I’ll do what I can here. But in the mean time you should head home. Try and remember any details about the guy you met. If you think of anything give me a call.” I wrote down the direct line number for my phone and gave it to her.

“Thank you” was all I got as she walked out.

“What was that Damian?”

“Another purse-hotel run Chief.” I turned around. Chief Belland leaned against the wall, his tie a little loose and his sleeves rolled up. He took a sip of his coffee.

“That makes how many this week?”

“Seven sir.”

“And in this town?”

“We usually get around three to four hundred a week sir.”

“Exactly.”

“But we never get any reported here sir.” I looked at Chief Belland.

“You’re right Damian, there might be some sort of connection. But I think it’s a little early to start formulating possibilities.”

“Normally I would agree sir. But all seven of the reports are nearly identical. Woman goes out to a bar, tall blond guy orders her a drink, then she wakes up in a hotel room, no damage, no rape, no sex at all. She’s just missing her purse, but still has her license. It just doesn’t make sense Chief.”

“No it doesn’t. But we have other things to work on. The state senator is coming in less than a week, and we have plans to review and transportation routes to set up. Make sure you set this purse thing aside for now. We’ll get back to it once the senator leaves.”

“But—”

“That’s an order McCloud. Set it down, and work on the senator’s detail.”

“Yes sir.” I turned back to my computer, and finished entering the report. Printing out the other reports of the purse-hotel guy, I slipped them in my bag to look at later.

[no title]

As I write this, I don’t have a working title. So I just decided, literally just, to title it as [no title].

I watched the State of the Union address, and it excites me to realize that while these things may not happen immediately, the simple fact that they are being thought of is critical, the fact that they are being talked about even more critical.

This same thing is happening to me right now. President Obama didn’t look even slightly nervous, but to be honest, if he wasn’t nervous underneath, I’d be a little scared.

I’m nervous.

There. I said it.

I’m graduating in less than 4 months, and I currently have no idea what’s going to happen.

I will have approximately $2000, which will be used for a car payment, various expenses related to college, paying off an overdraft for my bank because I needed to use it over Christmas break.

My family is stretched thin due to my Grandfather’s surgery, and other things such as spending for things that aren’t necessary (I’ve done that too though).

My grandparent’s still insist to not worry about it. HOW CAN I NOT? Here’s a man who has worked all his life, serving as the only source of income for who know’s how many years, that suddenly isn’t working. On top of that they have three cars that they’re paying for, one of them mine because I lost child support for turning 21 and that was paying for it and the insurance, plus insurance and all the other bills.

They won’t let me sell my car because I rarely use it up here, there’s usually someone else going wherever it is I want to go, and I could borrow a car during the summer to get back and forth to work. They insist I need it, and sometimes I agree, but at this point with more bills that only one person knows the true extent of (my grandmother keeps that sort of stuff to herself, I’m not even sure if my grandfather knows what they owe) I think it would be justifiable to listen to the little bit of advice I do have and sell my car. I may be 21, and it would annoy me, but I would rather sell my car and cut my current loan in half or possibly, at the very best, pay it off. I can live with getting rides from people. I spent 16 years doing it before.

I see all these issues about finances rising around me. I know I’m going to graduate with somewhere around $80k in student loans. How the hell, pardon my language there, am I going to pay it off?

PLUS I’m planning on going to graduate school in the fall, that is assuming I am accepted of course.

So needless to say, I’m nervous.

But here’s the thing…I hide it well, and I’m nervous, but not worried.

I have complete confidence that I can overcome the scariness that life throws at me.

First, I have complete confidence in God. You may not believe in him, but I do. To some people, it might seem like he’s a crutch. But I assure you that I do not believe he’s a crutch in any way, shape, or form.

Second, a lot of other people have gone through these types of situations before.

There are some things that I have discovered along the way. Some things I do to overcome this nervousness.

1. Learn about money.

    • Learn about savings accouts.
    • Learn about retirement.
    • Learn about loans.
    • Read about how to save money.
    • Check out personal finance websites/blogs
    • Put the things you learn into practice.

2. Find what you love to do, and do it.

    • Love to read? Get books. Possibly the biggest mistake I’ve made is not going to the library. My issue is that I find a book I like, and buy it, assuming I’ll read it a second time. I think that once I really settle with grad school, and afterwards, I’m going to get a library card. Another alternative is to get a Kindle or Nook. Don’t get the one’s that allow you to download apps and stuff, get the cheap one. The one that’s just books.
    • Love to write? Start a blog. Find something and write about it. Aim to write as much as you can. Write short stories. Write a novel perhaps. I’m working on a novel right now. I’ve had the idea of this novel for almost 5 years now. It’s stuck with me, and so I’ve really dug into learning about novel writing.
    • Love to play an instrument? Do it. Play your heart out. Record videos and place them on YouTube. I discovered some amazing violin players, and violin covers of songs. Those videos served as my studying music.
    • Love to cook? Read recipes. Actually cook. Experiment. When I cook, I’ll admit that I generally throw things together and assume they’ll taste good. Often they do, but learn the intricacies of recipes. Learn the ingredients. Develop a passion for food. Enjoy fresh food, stay away from boxed stuff. If you enjoy cooking, you’ll do that anyways.
    • Love to paint? Do it. Watch videos online about techniques. Admire fantastic paintings by other people, go to museums. Learn how the famous artists and painters became famous. Chances are, they probably started out just like you are right now.
    • Find your passion, and do it. It’s pretty basic actually.

3. Talk to people.

    • Okay, this one’s a difficult one. For some people, it’s completely natural, for others, it’s not. I’m one of those others. I never liked talking to new people. Sometimes I still don’t. But it helps when you’re put in a position where you have to. Suddenly, you’re a natural! Well, sort of. But do it anyways. Talk to new people. Talk to old friends, old people, young kids, teenagers. The reality is, you will learn things when you talk to them. No matter who they are. There are times when I’ve learned from talking to someone who was supposed to be learning from me.

4. Dream

    • Okay. This one should be easy to understand. And it is. Dream. Dream big. Dream so big, that it’s unrealistic. To be honest, I would love nothing more to show up to my 10 or 20 year high school reunion, and being asked the question: “So what have you been up to?” respond accordingly. I would love to say that I went to college and graduated. Went to graduate school and graduated. Along the way finding my passion in helping teenagers accomplish things that they had no idea they were capable of, build their self-worth, and see them succeed. Became healthy and lead a very active lifestyle. Written and published a novel that was a raging success. And found the woman of my dreams, love, and happiness. I wouldn’t mind traveling the world sometime in there either, in fact I have two friends that I would love to travel the world with. Not only that, but I’d be financially secure as well.
    • Dream as if there are no limits, because often times there aren’t. Any limits that exist, generally are the fabrication of our own minds. We listen to what others tell us, and assume it’s true. DON’T DO THAT. EVER.

I can be sure that there are things I’ve forgotten. But to be honest, I feel that as I study and learn more about what it would take to achieve my dreams, I will be moving closer and closer. So I’m not going to change the title. But I think a suitable one would be something along the lines of “Living Life.” Maybe. And as one of my professor’s always says gesundheit.

Writing Prompt #2: January 24, 2012

“I’m not a big fan of Jell-O,” he said, pushing it back. He looked at the lunch lady.

“Look,” she said pushing it back to him. “It’s the only dessert for today, and you have to take it. Just take it and give it to someone else. I don’t really care.”

With a sigh he took the bowl of Jell-O and put it on his tray. I wish I could give it to someone he thought, having no friends sucks. He dropped his tray onto the table and the bowl of Jell-O tipped over. He ignored it and picked up his piece of pizza.

“Isn’t that the new kid?”

“Yeah, his name’s Bryan, he’s in my math class.”

“Damn it.” Bryan dropped his pizza onto his plate. He hated all that new kid stuff. It happened every time he moved to a new school. He miserably took a drink of the skim milk the school offered. Apparently they don’t have anything else, he thought. I want a Pepsi not this crap.

He glared back at a girl who was staring at him. She hastily glanced away. Stupid girls, haven’t they ever seen a guy before? He looked back to see her looking at him again.

He went back to stewing in his mind about his family. His mom couldn’t hold a job and so everytime she was fired they moved. Nine schools in only five years. Just enough time to make friends on the last day he was there. He hated it.

“Hey.”

Bryan looked up to see a group of two boys and a girl standing in front of him.

“You look lonely.” One of the boys said.

Blond hair, spiked, typical jock. Bryan thought. The other guy’s a nerd, and the girl is probably one of their girlfriends.

“Yeah. So.” Bryan said, looking at them. Finally he went back to eating. The group stood there.

“What do you want?” Bryan said, looking up at them again.

“We just want to see how you’re doing. We heard you were new and that can be tough.”

“What do you know about being new?” Bryan said. I just wanna be left alone.

“We just moved here last month. They serve Jell-O every day.” The blond haired boy keep speaking for the group.

“I hate Jell-O.”

The group sat down.

“I’m Mike.” The blond haired kid offered a hand.

“Yeah, Bryan.” Bryan replied shaking it.

“You really don’t like Jell-O?” the girl asked.

“Bianca, don’t.” Mike said.

“I love Jell-O. It’s my favorite thing in the whole world. Especially the cherry kind. I wish I could have it every single day. I’d eat bowls and bowls of it. I’m just happy it’s so cheap—” Bianca stopped midsentence. Bryan was sobbing over his food. “Bryan?”

“I’m sorry…” Bryan sniffed, dragging his sleeve across his eyes and nose. “I just…I just don’t like it. It was always his favorite. My little brother loved it, and ever since he…I just can’t eat it.”

Mike was sitting next to him in a second. He put his arm around Bryan.

“It’s okay. I’ll bring you a different dessert every day. You won’t have to worry about eating Jell-O until you’re ready.” Mike put his mouth next to Bryan’s ear and whispered “besides, I think Bianca can handle eating your Jell-O.”

Bryan managed a small laugh and looked at Mike and then Bianca and the other boy.

I think I might just be okay here he thought.

Writing Prompt #1: January 23, 2012

She gazed down the long dusty road. It had been so long since she had seen him. She wasn’t sure exactly what to think. She barely even knew what to do. Ever since he had left for the big city, she had waited. She was always a small town girl. Her daddy owned a farm, and she helped out. She fed the chickens, managed to know all seven cats, and helped milk the cows. She loved her daddy and momma, but she loved him even more. And today was the day he was coming home.

Glancing down the road again, she turned and went into the barn. He would be here, it would just take some time. She stood with her daddy, watching the new calf struggling to stand. New life was a gift. She always thought that, and watching the calf stand for the first time, she knew it was true.

“Edith!”

She left the barn, heading to the house where her mother called her from. She looked down the road again, and didn’t see a thing.

“Edith!” the call came again. Edith raced up the steps and burst into the house. “Edith, go an make sure the room’s ready for Charlie.”

“Yes momma.” Edith replied. She raced up the steps to the second floor. Third room on the left, right across from mine she thought. She stepped into the room, and threw open the curtains. The light flooded into the room. It hadn’t seen daylight since he’d left three years ago.

She sat down on the bed, bouncing on it a little bit. The springs squeeked like they had when they wrestled on the bed. She smiled, maybe we could do that later. She reached over and picked up a photo, brushing some dust off it. Her, her momma, her daddy, and him. She loved that picture and had one just like it in her room. Setting it back down, she opened the windows and let a crisp yet warm breeze into the room. His room.
There were nights when she’d sneak over after her parent’s had fallen asleep. They’d lay on his bed, talking about things on the farm, the school work that they had to do, their dreams.

His dream was to go to the city, maybe meet some rich people, just live a few years there.

She wanted to just live a happy life. She didn’t care where, just wanted to be happy. And she had decided that she was happy. On the farm, working with her daddy, helping her momma in the kitchen.

But she really wanted to talk to him again. He had written letters. One’s to the entire family, and others specifically to her. She kept all of them. She didn’t throw a single one away. She cherished them all, and read them almost nightly. She lay down on the bed, spread eagled, and just closed her eyes and relaxed. Today, after three years…

“Hello?” She looked at the doorway and a humongous smile broke out.

…her brother was coming…no, had come home.

Writing Prompt Bonanza Week 1

In an effort to aid my goal of writing a novel for this year, I need some kind of motivation.

And so an idea popped into my head.

Writing Prompts.

I know, I never thought I would use them either. I’ve been generating a list of writing prompts, so far around 60 or so, and starting tomorrow I’m going to focus on hitting 500 words for each prompt. 500 words at the least. One prompt a day. I’ll be posting three or four of them here on this blog each week, along with my regular things which are appearing to become more and more scattered. I mean scattered as in subject material.

Every Sunday, I’ll post a new list of prompts that you will begin to work on the next day. You should shoot for 500 to 600 words. Remember, these are going to serve to jump-start our creativity.

Anyways, I challenge any of you young writers, or writers in general to work with me on these writing prompts if you want. Keep what you write to yourself, or send them to me and I’ll post them on my blog for others to see. It’s completely up to you.

If you want to send them to me, send them to runafterthe1.prompts@gmail.com and I’ll post them as an addition to my prompt. If you send them to me, be sure to include your name at least so that I can give credit to you.

I’m excited about this, and hopefully the few people who stumble across Running After The One, and you who are my faithful readers will be excited about this as well.

So…get your pens, or fingers ready because tomorrow it begins, and without further ado, this weeks writing prompts!

Monday, January 23:      She gazed down the long dusty road.

Tuesday, January 24:     “I’m not a big fan of Jell-O,” he said, pushing it back.

Wednesday, January 25:     I had heard her story before, and had decided that I could care less.

Thursday, January 26:     The sirens screamed shrilly.

Friday, January 27:     The last thing I remembered was seeing his face.

Saturday, January 28:     Long ago I used to think like that too.

Sunday, January 29:     There were seven of them, and they were all very hairy.