Continue On… with these writing prompts where I start with an idea or line or two for you to keep writing.
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Sylvie! Sylvie! Damn it, where are you child?” I peeked through the planks of the porch stairs at Aunt Hinie’s uneven stockings. Her worn shoes disappeared from view and I heard the porch door squeak…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: There are three important rules one should live by if they want to survive in this world. First, always look over your shoulder. Second, never trust anyone. And third, …
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: It was 1986. The Fly was in the theater and The Phantom of the Opera was a musical. I hadn’t seen either of them. My mom dressed me in the most hideous pink frock with…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I wasn’t scared. I mean, sure, I jumped but that was just a habitual response. I wasn’t scared. In fact, I’ve never been scared a day in my life. You wouldn’t think …
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: He could feel its prickly tendrils poking through the thin cotton of his denim pockets. He wanted to remove it but was afraid…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The sweet scent of gardenias mingled with beer made me want to retch. I fought the urge as they looked in my direction. Were they looking at me? Or was it my wild imagination taking…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: June was never particularly exciting in our neighborhood. Not until the summer Rachel and Owen moved in next store. It was…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: She kept picking at it. First her index finger to gain entry. Followed by all of them. Digging deeper and deeper despite the increasing pain. Logically she knew she should stop. It kept…