*Unfortunately I missed last weeks writing prompt post. I got busy with classes and such and by the time I thought about posting the prompts, it was already Tuesday. But this week I’ll pick up with it again!*
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.
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.
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 email@example.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, February 13: She tossed her hair back, laughing at his southern accent.
Tuesday, February 14: Her hair was strawberry blonde, her skin a beautiful golden tone, her eyes though, they always got me.
Wednesday, February 15: He stood by the pool, taut shirt on, gazing across into the parking lot.
Thursday, February 16: The rain hadn’t stopped for nearly two weeks. It was getting annoying now.
Friday, February 17: The house was creepy, that of all things was true, but was it haunted?
Saturday, February 18: He searched through his drawers, not a single clean pair of socks in this place.
Sunday, February 19: Peering around the tree, she heard the steady thwack thwack of tree on tree. “Just what is she doing?” she asked herself.