I'm sure most everybody is familiar with this thread. :) Take some prompts for inspiration in your novel or other writings and leave a prompt or three for others to play with. There's no limit to the number you can give or take.
Taking: None, since I'm the first one here. XD
Leaving: *"I met somebody new."
*He stared long and hard at the wall, trying to remember just what it was he had been thinking about.
*The numbers began to repeat.
*A butterfly flew overhead.
*He would say it was all Greek to him, except he understands Greek.
*The coding flew over the monitor like a serpent with wings.
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Oct 6, 2009 - 21 45
I took: He stared long and hard at the wall, trying to remember just what it was he had been thinking about.
I leave:
The tattered stuffed animal on the bare mattress seemed to scream, "find her! find her!"
He enjoyed antique stores, but he liked the worn spines of the books he found there the most.
The window was positioned so perfectly, a person looking out could know the business of every person on the street.
"I dreamed I was nobody."
----------~Andi~
2009 ~*~ Historical Fiction ~*~ When the Time Comes ~*~ First Year -- We'll see!
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Oct 6, 2009 - 21 15
Taking:
I met somebody new.
He stared long and hard at the wall, trying to remember just what it was he had been thinking about.
Leaving:
"I'm sorry," she whispered, but it wasn't enough.
She was worried by the excited look in his eye.
----------As imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes and gives airy nothing a local habitation and a name.
- A Mid-Summer Night's Dream
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Oct 8, 2009 - 08 59
Ohhh you know it's close to NaNo season when the Give and Take a prompt thread has returned. My favorite :)
Leaving:
He asked me to tell him if I was uncomfortable, but I couldn't.
-or on the flip side-
"Are you uncomfortable?" he asked me. I turned my head to look into his eyes, and while I knew this was going fast, I was more comfortable than I'd ever been.
I screamed and howled and hit the floor with a sickening thud, thrashing this way and that while he assaulted me. "I warned you I was ticklish!" I cried with burbling laughter.
She felt his heart hammering warmly against her back.
"... you want my number?"
"Don't come in yet. I have to put my face on."
What she found attractive in "hippie hair" I saw as a gross injustice.
"Sorry guys, I don't mean to interrupt your conversation but..... [insert long controversial dialogue]. By the way, could I invite you to our bible study group over there?"
"Zipper piercings? Sexy."
"...did you just call me a ho-bot?!"
Expect plenty of these from me this season :]
----------.~: Live. Dream. Write. :~.
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Oct 8, 2009 - 18 30
Taking: She felt his heart hammering warmly against her back.
- "Don't come in yet. I have to put my face on."
- He enjoyed antique stores, but he liked the worn spines of the books he found there the most.
- The window was positioned so perfectly, a person looking out could know the business of every person on the street.
Leaving: She danced and danced and still couldn't stop thinking about him.
----------- He wondered if he could make that jump.
- The cellphone was out of reach.
- There are worse situations than being tied to a banister.
- The footsteps echoed off the walls of the alleyway.
- A dye job was in order.
- Fire rained down in a hail of brimstone.
- "What do you bastards think you're doing?!"
- The engine stalled.
- Pink. Why did it have to be Pink?
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Oct 8, 2009 - 18 55
Taking: None as of now, I'm still reading the prompts given
Leaving:
-"Momma bought me those"
-I remember we used to play hide-and-go-seek, you're it.
-What happens behind closed doors never stays a secret.
-Believing is a lie.
If I come up with more, I'll add them.
----------~~It's all about time...AllisGood~~
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Oct 9, 2009 - 14 58
Leaving:
Though I tried as hard as I could, I could not help but associate the term "fetus" to her contorted, sleeping form on the couch.
----------"Why didn't you guys warn me first!?"
The skin peeled, but nothing lay beneath.
"It's baseball. They're not trying to be attractive."
"...why am I on your 'to do' list?"
.~: Live. Dream. Write. :~.
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Oct 9, 2009 - 16 04
Taking:
The tattered stuffed animal on the bare mattress seemed to scream, "find her! find her!"
What happens behind closed doors never stays a secret.
There are worse situations than being tied to a banister.
Leaving:
----------They say that there's no crying in baseball, but I just broke that rule.
Leopard print. I hate leopard print.
My brother's dirty boxers smelled of sweat, and something spicy.
Energy Drinks: 1
Cups of Tea: 2
Boxes of Cheezits: 2
Sleepovers: 4
SL: Thatch Feiri
Gaia: KillerQueen Bash
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Oct 9, 2009 - 20 52
Taking: "...why am I on your 'to do' list?"
(OMG thank you for this one. XD)
Leaving: "I'll be in touch."
----------- It might become too popular.
- It was the most depressing thought of my life, realizing that I'm like my father.
- He shot the clock and smiled.
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Oct 10, 2009 - 07 13
You're welcome Klepto :]
Until I'm sure about my plot I'm not going to take any yet, so I'll keep contributing.
Leaving:
Man, that baby could belch.
----------"I'm not afraid of being uncomfortable, I'm afraid of becoming too comfortable."
The car engine just wouldn't turn over despite my overwhelming desire for Starbucks and margaritas.
It doesn't matter what they think.
The air was crisp and warm.
"Ya think he's compensating for something?"
"'Allo? Moiysha's Crazy Chicken and Biscuits, how c'n I help you?"
"I do not approve of this. NO I DO NOT. ...let's go for it."
.~: Live. Dream. Write. :~.
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Oct 10, 2009 - 13 00
Taking : "If you don't stop hanging up on me, I'm going to take your chicken and biscuits and shove them up your ass!"
---
I rang him again, the fourteenth time in two hours.
"Can you come round yet?" I asked, as soon as the tone vanished and I was sure someone had picked up.
"No." He relpied, then nothing. He had hung up so quickly half the word was cut off.
I didn't take it too hard this time, but I didn't give him a break either. Thank God for redial.
The tone broke away to silence once again. "Hello?"
Hung up on.
I rang again and a whole babble of words came out of my mouth. "If you come round, I'll give you twenty quid, you can share my vodka, you can have my vodka!"
"You're some crazy kind'a stalker, girl." He sighed, once again his voice faded as he cut me off the line.
The next time I rang, ten minutes later, he managed to speak first. He was putting on that scary middle-aged crazy lady voice his auntie sported so well. "'Allo? Moiysha's Crazy Chicken and Biscuits, how c'n I help you?" I had to admit, I got so scared I slammed the phone down myself that time, even though I knew it was him.
I took a deep breath and tried to hold the smile back from my face, however painful it was. I was laughing as I rang agan, poking the number in this time. I put my phone to my ear. "You're such a dick, this is costing me loads! I'm trying to be serious here...I need you here."
"What's it worth?"
"Twenty quid and 2 vodka's, I told you... And my love."
"Almost sounded worth it."
I thought about it a second, knowing not to be insulted by him now. "Know what, if you didn't want to talk to me, you could have just put the phone in a crisp packet, it makes the reception fail.."
"Thanks for the advice." I imagined him smiling, as he hung up.
I tried to convince myself I was angry, yet I was still smiling the next time I went for it and rang. "If you don't stop hanging up on me, I'm going to take your chicken and biscuits and shove them up your ass!"
There was a pause and I almost pressed the red button, expecting he was gone. Instead, there was a wrickled, crackling stillness. "Excuse me?" A rather more deep voice asked.
...Shit, wrong number?
"Ex...Hel..Hello.." I replied, suddenly my heart sank as I realized I knew the voice. "Mister Hayes?"
He paused too, "...Molly?"
I freaked and put the phone down, my eyes wide, I could see them in the mirror across the room.
Jeez, I hated talking to people's parents nevermind wanting to have anything to do with chicken, biscuits and their asses.
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Leaving :
My legs shook, by this point I really needed to go.
----------"Hand it over," He outstretched a hand, "Hand it all over."
"Do you know how to use one of these?"
Well, she's horrible, everyone hates her anyway.
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Oct 10, 2009 - 16 12
Not taking any yet, since I'm still working out the kinks of my plot.
Leaving 2:
----------- "For bovine use ONLY"
- "But she was the most expensive whore in town!"
(extra fake points if you can combine these two!
"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living."
- Dr. Seuss
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Oct 10, 2009 - 17 05
Taking: None yet, I'm still trying to decide.
Leaving:
-"God! You're so weird I just have to love you."
- I know life is not fair, but right now it looks like it's to unfair to be real.
- "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I don't know. You were the one who asked to get on the table and start dancing."
- He was trying to sleep but the phone rang again for the fifth time. "Who could it be now?" he asked.
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Oct 10, 2009 - 20 02
I have stumbled across a site wondering why I am here? Shuffling my hand across the keys staring at this in utter confusion on how these prompts work. I took nothing but a lack of interest and fear that I can't stack up across these writers who talk about love and other things they pursue. Is this where the best writers live and breathe, on another god damn active forum? is this where people try to find the next man or woman to be bought by the new york times and be at your local Ralphs to be bought next to be your favorite sugary bar of candy. Is this where Dan Brown was found being on another forum that blended free masonry with forum writing. Did i stumbled on fan fiction on the same subject of fan fiction is all western literature just fan fiction of past historical events and draw backs to god? What am I doing I don't get this why does 21st century literature have to be so dull no life just pulp.
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Oct 11, 2009 - 05 54
Leaving:
-"God! You're so weird I just have to love you."
- I know life is not fair, but right now it looks like it's to unfair to be real.
I'm not sure if I can use the first one but I know I'll use the second one. So perfect! :D
Leaving:
Welts the size of silver dollars branded her arms.
"...you're not gonna swallow that are you?"
"DA DA DA DA dadadadadaaa!" (My niece is singing that right now. lol!)
And then I had an epiphany: The Dishwasher.
C1: "I look like a zombie..."
C2: "Shh, you look pretty."
C1: "This is why I love you."
My bladder was not making the situation at hand any more pleasant than it already was.
----------A pillar of sun filtered through the forsaken window.
She clung to his neck as he lifted her from the couch not because she feared him letting go, but because she feared he would disappear if she loosed her hold for even a second.
The abyss seemed to never end, like a vacuum of cheesy-B-movie proportions.
A screech pierced the quiet of the house.
Morning bells shattered and the tattered wallpaper applauded in earnest.
I miss him. How did this happen?
Her smile was a beacon, and he drew closer.
.~: Live. Dream. Write. :~.
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Oct 11, 2009 - 08 43
"I dreamed I was nobody."
That fits one of my older (i.e. from an old story idea) characters SO well... I will take it home with me.
I leave:
*The winter sun was searing; even with her goggles on she couldn't help but squint.
----------*It ain't easy riding Drake. But when you are, it's damn easy winning: all you have to do is stay on, and when he's in the middle of it all, he don't care what's on his back.
*There was going to be a fight this time. We'd both corssed the line; neither was going to let that go.
*TOLD you you'd left something here last time.
Todat's random TV Tropes article:
I wear one when I write!
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Oct 11, 2009 - 13 15
Leaving 2:
- "For bovine use ONLY"
- "But she was the most expensive whore in town!"
(extra fake points if you can combine these two!
Stealing both of these! onemonkey06, I think you just gave me my plot! :)
Leaving:
It was a meat and potatoes kind of day.
(Bonus points if you don't mention anything else about food, eating, cooking etc.)
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Oct 11, 2009 - 16 34
Taking:
"Momma bought me those"
The skin peeled, but nothing lay beneath.
"I dreamed I was nobody."
Leaving:
"And that, my friends, is why you should never buy ketchup."
----------His expression was a mixture of treetops and clouds.
When the day ends, I always wonder, where did I leave that universe?
Characters Killed: 1
Rolls of Duct Tape Procrastinated With: 12
Days Without Writing: 4
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Oct 12, 2009 - 00 30
Taking:
-I remember we used to play hide-and-go-seek, you're it.
Leaving:
----------- Eternity is far too long a time to hold a grudge.
Long live me and long live anarchy!
- Drunkard, for whom the bell tolls...
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Oct 12, 2009 - 00 47
Leaving:
She munched the white cheddar cheezits as her consolation prize.
----------The night was one they would remember.
Baby blue and kick-ass lime green were not good colors for a funeral.
Stunning yet eloquent. Nothing could have been more deadly.
By the time she reached for the macadamia nuts the poison had taken its hold.
"Poland Spring... why have you forsaken me?"
It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact, it was quite brisk out this morning.
"Hormones are a wonderful thing when put to proper use."
.~: Live. Dream. Write. :~.
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Oct 12, 2009 - 12 48
Taking: The night was one they would remember.
- Stunning yet eloquent. Nothing could have been more deadly.
- It was not a dark and stormy night. In fact, it was quite brisk out this morning.
Leaving: It bends!
----------- I shouldn't have said that.
- Sex is like Legos.
- The sound jangle and rang in his ears.
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Oct 13, 2009 - 20 37
Leaving: Filing for Disability 101
----------- "Is this really goodbye?"
- "You used to be a good customer..."
- "Hello, I'm sorry that we can't come to the phone right now. There's been a incident involving a dove bar, a sprinkler, and a garden gnome. Leave a message and we'll get back to you as soon as possible, thank you."
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Oct 14, 2009 - 07 55
Taking:
"You used to be a good customer..."
Leaving:
-----------The wheelchair sat silver, cold in the heavy air of the hall.
-He/she needed a towel.
-There was a grand reception, where everyone celebrated being alive.
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Oct 14, 2009 - 11 06
Taking:
"Sex is like legos"
Leaving:
RED is NOT a flavor its a color..
It was the most inopportune moment for a paper cut
Duct tape! That'll fix it just long enough...
The gold wax seal was evidence that it was from His royal highness
The run in her pantyhose proved her point.
I cannot tell her it was me, she would never forgive me.
----------NANO 2008 The Adventures of Greater St. New
NANO 2009 The Powers That Be..
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Oct 14, 2009 - 11 23
Sex is like Legos
It was crazy...but I did it in less than 15 minutes and it sorta makes sense-lol...
Marcus could not believe that they were having this argument again. It was like they were moving in slow motion or that he was outside of himself watching the train wreck that was their marriage.
Nina was his joy, his pride, his future and the snottiest wench he had ever been involved with. Marcus wished that he could go back two years…just long enough to forget her and take a different path. She was anal about so many things and she tried to micro manage their relationship like it was a corporation project.
“Sex is like legos, Marcus” Nina’s voice interrupted his thoughts..you have to separate everything and put it in neat piles and then plan what you will build. Then you have to look at your pieces to see if you have what it takes to accomplish it, if you do you proceed with caution. If you don’t you continue to buy what you need before moving forward.
You have to PLAN. Sex takes planning Nina continued. Darling…we don’t quite have everything we need to build the sex life you want, so let’s just go out and get what we need….maybe its tantric teaching, or counseling…or
Fine! Marcus stood up and walked to the door. You are right Nina, what I need is not here. I need to go get my lego pieces elsewhere. I’ll see ya when I am done with playtime. Marcus smirked and closed the door on the confusion in his heart once and for all.
----------NANO 2008 The Adventures of Greater St. New
NANO 2009 The Powers That Be..
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Oct 14, 2009 - 14 21
Taking:
The run in her pantyhose proved her point.
Leaving:
The achingly loud rumble headed her way.
The music stopped, the lights turned out. She looked upwards...
Bonus points for:
----------"Socks stifle creativity" She screamed
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Oct 14, 2009 - 14 30
The run in her pantyhose proved her point.
The run in her pantyhose proved her point. Murphy was defiantly out to get her. She was ready to just take a break from life. Her family had turned on her, her boss wanted her to redo three of the projects that had been finished for weeks and her love life was non-existent.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" Then the rain started as if helping her hypothesis that this was the day from hell. The drizzle turned monsoon drenched her to the core. She could no longer feel the water dripping from her hair down her back. She was too numb to realize a handsome stranger had carefully placed his umbrella over them both.
"Rough day?" He asked his smile thawing something that was frozen inside her longer than she remembered "Here he handed her the umbrella and slipped his card in her hand, "Call me when the rain stops and you can return it to me over dinner." Dazed she asked herself...did he just ask me out? She felt like the rain had pruned her brain. Why hadn't she said anything what was wrong with her? As she stepped on the the bus 10 minutes later she looked at his card and couldn't help laughing until she cried. His name was Murphy attorney at law.
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Oct 15, 2009 - 09 06
Taking: The music stopped, the lights turned out. She looked upwards...
Leaving: The colors shimmered like the rainbow on oil.
----------- He tried to breathe, but the air wouldn't come.
- There was a flickering blaze between the trees.
- The air smelled of citrus.
- ...and there a dove sat.
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Oct 15, 2009 - 13 09
I'm having great fun looking through these and snagging a few. These being creepily appropriate:
- Fire rained down in a hail of brimstone.
- The colors shimmered like the rainbow on oil.
- Stunning yet eloquent. Nothing could have been more deadly.
- What happens behind closed doors never stays a secret.
And leaving these:
----------- "You carry around your own salad dressing?"
- "Where'd she go?" "Where do you think?"
- He shook his hips grinning as he danced to the song in his head.
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Oct 15, 2009 - 18 52
Laaving:
"There's a reason you don't meddle in a witch's buisness.
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Oct 16, 2009 - 10 46
Taking: He shook his hips grinning as he danced to the song in his head.
- "Where'd she go?"
"Where do you think?"
- "There's a reason you don't meddle in a witch's business."
(Those last two go together pretty well. X3)
Leaving: Carried by the wind was a hair ribbon.
----------- An engine roared in the dead of night.
- The car broke down and they started walking...
- A butterfly landed on his/her nose.
- Eyes watched from a balcony...
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