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: The smell of the shea butter lightly permeated the air when he crossed the threshold into Jackie Orbach’s apartment. He could picture her after a hot shower smoothing the sweet lotion on her legs. The…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The day I shot the intruder I had just come home with groceries and was calling for… *** Topic Links 100 Continue On Writing Prompts in one spot
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: He held her under the water ignoring the nails breaking off as they frantically dug into his hands and forearms. He could see her mouth gasping for air like a goldfish behind a wall of…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: I was nine years old when I watched my brother Stephen die. He was… *** Topic Links 100 Continue On Writing Prompts in one spot
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: The fog drifted over the water toward the Dayton family cabin. Mark and Lily sat on Adirondack chairs on the end of the dock with their sleeping bags wrapped around them as much for warmth…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: When the knife slips in, it is like nothing you have ever felt in your life. The tension melts away like slow dissolving butter. It is not until… *** Topic Links 100 Continue On Writing…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “Dude, chill!” “Don’t tell me to ‘chill’. I fricking hate that.” “You’ll get over it, you always do.” “That’s what you count on isn’t it?” “Yeppers”. “Tommy, you slept with my best friend. On my…
The gist of it is simple. I give you the start of a line/story and you continue on. This week: “You gave me an STD!” she screamed at him while shaking her clenched fists. They were so tight I almost thought she was fingerless. Other than screaming personal information in the street of Harlow, Indiana…