Writing prompts, because I can
For your amusement. I find prompts don’t work very well on me, but people seem to like them.
“You are driving in a suburban neighborhood and see a lampshade sitting on the side of the road. Curious, you stop your car and investigate. Underneath the lampshade is a (very) dead squirrel. Now make up a story about how the dead squirrel ended up under that lampshade on the side of the road.”
The hubby and I really did see a lampshade on the side of the road on Viera Blvd, though we didn’t check for squirrels underneath.
“You are in Walmart at 10PM. The person in front of you in the checkout lane is an older gentleman, a bit on the scruffy side, and his only purchase is a single jar of olives. What is his story, and what is he going to do with those olives?”
This actually happened to me. Perfectly nice guy…olives just seemed like an odd thing to get all by itself.
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