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4) Prompt: a hostage situation

"I think negotiations have broken down,” I said, holding my forehead in my hands. Dealing with this woman was giving me a headache.

"The hell they have, I'm still willing to deal."

I glared at her, trying to not let her see my fists being balled under the table. "Your 'deal' is the same thing it's been since we started; you haven't budged at all!"

She shrugged, smiling condescendingly . "I said I'm willing to deal, not to change my demands. It's you who won't just give in."

“What you’re asking for is way beyond what I want! It’s too much!” I growled at her. Time was running out; checking the clock, there was only five minutes until it would be too late.

“Nothing’s too much to the person who wants what I have,” she said, her Cheshire grin getting bigger.

I considered my options; give in to what she wanted, be a damned fool, and at the same time be a hero. Refuse; walk into a living room of friends and family, tell them I failed, and have the parlor of death hang over our heads. Joy.

“Fine.”

She sat up straighter, apparently not thinking I’d give in. “You sure? No going back on this?”

“Yes, yes, just give it to me.”

“Two weeks washing dishes, no using the machine? Foot rubs anytime I want for a month? Date night at a place that doesn’t include the words ‘steak’, ‘bar’, or ‘grill’? Those cute shoes I saw yesterday?”

“Yes, damn you, yes, I said yes, will you give me the damn remote already?!”

She sighed, a little disappointed her fun was over, and slid the TV remote across the table. God, she was cutting it close, kickoff was in two minutes. She got up and went to the fridge. “Remember, you spill it, you clean it, and tell John to keep his boots off the coffee table this time.”

“I hate you.”

She smiled sweetly and kissed my cheek. “I love you too honey.”

I grabbed the remote and stood up, mumbling something under my breath and walked into the living room. Fifteen pairs of eyes of looked at me expectedly. I held the remote up, triumphantly.

“Ladies and gentlemen;

we have football.”


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3) Write a query letter for a fantasy

Dear Most Awesomeist Agent Who Can Get Me the Bestest of Deals,

The midwest is a mostly flat and corn-filled land, and thirteen year-old Dustin fears a future of boredom and corn on the family farm. His life to this point has been monotonous, nothing ever happening out of sync, and the beginning of summer doesn't show any promise of anything better to come.

So when the farm is attacked by raiding pirates, it came as quite the shock.

Before he knows it, he's suddenly part of the crew of the wandering Corn Husker, having to work his stoleaway/kidnapped self to make up for being another mouth to feed. Or be used as snake bait, whichever he chooses. So it's not his fault that now he has worries like locust storms, corn snakes as large as the ship itself, kite-hang-gliding laundry drying, rival patchwork crews of the Fall-nado or the Squashbuckler, deserted barnhouse islands, and the captain's obsession with the Golden Field and it's prize treasure, the Apple of My Eye.

He'll earn his keep, as well as passage back home... you know, eventually.

First he wants to see the violin-cricket concerts; and the highrise communties built onto and up the sides of giant wind turbines; not to mention the Golden Field, now that they finally have a heading.

Besides; laundry duty isn't that bad, and he almost has the hang of the kite flying part of it.

PIRATES OF THE CORNFIELD OCEANS is a Miyazaki-inspired illustration filled fantasy of roughly 20,000 words. Illustration work done by *insert name of awesome artist person*.

Thank you for your consideration.

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2) Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature

“Professor?”

“Yes, yes, what is it?”

“What is it that phoenixes eat?”

Professor Gel puffed, never looking up from the numerous papers of numerous languages displayed in front of him. “Technically, they don’t have to eat or drink anything; immortal rebirthing from flame and all that.”

Yukkum looked from the phoenix alight on its perch, to the professor and back. “But when they do…”

“A little of anything any normal bird would ingest. Fish, meat, dead meat, sweetened water; I myself prefer berries, mainly because the kitchen allows me to pilfer their stocks before they throw out whatever they won’t serve us anymore.”

“Oh.”

A moment went by before the professor crinkled some papers under his hands. “And just what to do you mean by, ’oh’, you increasingly irritating git?”

“Um, I think the berries you got might have fermented before you gave them to Ice.”

“Oh?” The professor finally looked away from his desk. “And why would you suggest that.”

“Your bird is drunk… sir.”

Professor Gel cocked his head to the side, his unkempt hair doing well to simulate canine ears, and left his desk to move closer to the perch. “Continue student. What leads you to this conclusion?”

Yukkum blinked, not quite sure why his teacher was suddenly going into his teaching mode, but sighed and figured it was better than being ignored or forbade from the offices. “Well, the waver of the neck, her eyes look fogged over, I think she’s emitting the equivalent of a ‘hiccup’ and, well… have you ever seen a phoenix of green fire?” Ice gave another of her “hics” and cocked her own head at the professor, which resulted in her head resting against an emerald wing, completely upside down.

“Fascinating,” was all the professor could say for several minutes, staring in scholarly wonder at his inebriated pet. “Yukkum,” was said so suddenly he jumped at his own name, “run down to the herbology green houses and procure some of that smoke-weed Professor Vacco is splicing together.”

He took a few steps towards the door before turning around. “May I ask, since I don’t believe it to be of any help, why, sir?”

Professor Gel looked over and gave that toothy grin he and his colleagues were famous for.

“Because, once this old bird sobers up, I want to see what color it will turn when we get it high.”


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Day 1: Write a scene saying "Hello"

Reginald Pryce Cox was, by all pre-subjugation recorded standards, a model human being. Given the best of educations, the sole heir of a rich political family, and seemingly perfect in many ways, he was the epitome of the then American heartland. Able to follow a child’s desire into adulthood, he became the face and voice of the NASA program, many attributing him as the sole reason the program was even allowed to continue. So when Landing occurred, there was little doubt as to whom would be sent as emissary.

Reginald Cox, as due his upbringing, as also an extremely arrogant SOB. Not realizing his entire life to that point had been a series of buyouts, bribes and not a few depraved altercations, Cox truly believed he had earned his way through life. He also believed himself to be as intelligent as the vast paperwork said him to be (see: depraved altercations) and when going through the months long period of learning interspecies communication needed to extend a peaceful hand , retained little of the nuances he was being taught.

So when presented before the Dy Crellian Planetary Inspection Committee, he believed himself to being saying to them, “We welcome you to Earth, may our peoples share generations of knowledge” while not understanding that his arm movements, vocal tone, and actual use of his physical voice gave an entirely different message (said message has been purged from all non-classified documents, and is taught in educational cycles as “The Great Ass-Wiping”). Such began the classification and subjection of human beings as a “non-evolving species” and the rise in use of “Cox” to mean “an extreme miscalculation in judgment that could have been easily preventable.”

Alternate uses: “Cox it”, “Great Cox”, “You’ve just Coxed us”, “Way to go Reginald”, and “Just add honey and a handshake” (meaning and origin of alternate phrasing unknown)

-Hide This AppCom: Origins and Expansions of Interstellar Swearing, Page 34


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The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any genre/trope/prompt/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.
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8) Write a scene as a cat

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Sd wlke jos kw joakjlka sjdlfk oskw jwoij lckj wlke jrosijf nkj alkdf dfsfdl

(I wrote it like a cat)

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6) Write a scene with people talking, but without any actual dialog

Wow, she is really angry. Pissed, even. Wonder what I did this time.

Hmm; can’t think of anything. Specific, anyway. Can’t be the bank job, that wasn’t even me. The giant spider ‘bot walking through downtown, maybe, but it wasn’t like anyone even got hurt. Geez, you’d think she’d remember that I stopped doing that the last time I did that. Besides, that guy was old, it wasn’t my fault he started breathing funny!

Uh oh, hands are up, must’ve been something good, she’s never this animated for stupid stuff like robot armies. Yes, point and wave the finger in my face, that’ll teach me. Head bob is kinda cute. Wish she’d ditch the cape, way too retro for her style. Classic, yes, but- oh come one, is tying a lamppost around me really necessary? Really?

Yada, yada, yada, yes, I know, crime bad, can we move on already, yeesh. Same as the last speech, same and the next one. Maybe she’s pissed about last month. Like that was my fault! God, she wasn’t even drunk when she suggested the hotel. Waitaminute… no, I brought up the hotel, but she still said yes! And spending the next day in bed wasn’t my idea, so that’s still on her.

Wow she’s cute when she’s back lit by the sun. Okay, I take back the cape thing, she looks damn good.

She looks like she has another good fifteen minutes in her. Wonder if my battery will last that long? Or if she’ll even notice my mask has headphones.

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5) Write a scene entirely in dialog

“Say it already. Say something, come on, you’ve got me all worried and paranoid.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just- I don’t know what to say. I’ve been rolling it around in my head all day and nothing seems to sound right, so I’m trying to make sure I don’t screw this up.”

“What are you talking about? Screw what up?”

“That’s just it, I don’t know! The words are just crawling around and I can’t catch them and the ones I do just don’t seem like the right ones.”

“Look, just say it. You’re over thinking… whatever it is you’re thinking. And really, you not being able to say what you want to say is driving me just a bit crazy, so either figure it out or I’m going to leave.”

“No! Wait, just… give me a second.”

“…”

“…”

“That’s it, call me when you finally know what you want.”

“Wait, wait, sorry I’m just-“

“Nervous, yes, we covered that. Look, can you say it in five words or less?”

“… yes.”

“Really?”

“Three, actually.”

“Then go with that. Simple is better anyway.”

“Okay. Right, okay, yes. Okay, here goes-

“I love you.”

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I went over the word count, but I think it was worth it.

4) Prompt: a hostage situation

“Give him back,” Katie yelled, beating and kicking at the door. “You are gonna be in so much trouble!”

“Will not,” Jake said, making double sure he had locked the door when he ran in. He glanced around the room, wishing his windows were the kind that opened.

“Give him back!” Kate said again.

“What will you do for him?”

“Why should I do anything, he’s mine!”

“Not anymore,” Jake taunted through the door. “He’s mine now, and you can’t do anything about it.” He giggled to himself as Katie’s yells and thumping at the door increased. Oh, he knew he was in trouble. His mistake was running into his room and not out the front door, but it was too late for that.

“Jake! Open the door!” The door rattled as she shook the door by the handle. She sounded near tears. Excellent! The only thing now he had to worry about if she went for the big guns and called- “MOM!”

Oh crap.

“Jake! What are you doing to your sister?”

“Nothing!” Buy some time, buy some time, buy some ti-

“He stole Spike when I got a snack, and I need him so Twilight Sparkle can write a letter to Princess Celestia, and now he locked his door and won’t give him back!”

What did she need the little toy for anyway, it was a dragon, girls didn’t play with dragons. He heard the heavy steps of his mother, then her voice right behind the door. “Jake. Give your sister back her toy and open this door right this instant, or so help me you’ll be sleeping on your stomach for a week!”

“But-“

“Right now!”

“You won’t get the paddle?”

“Not unless you don't open this door right now.” Jake sighed, his fun over, and opened the door. His eyes widened as soon as it revealed his mother and what she held, and she grabbed him before he could try to shut it again.

“You said you weren’t gonna get the paddle!”

“And you promised you wouldn’t fight with your sister. Guess which lie is gonna hurt more?”

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3) Write a query letter for a fantasy (any kind) novel

Dear Prospective Agent,

Nathan Gale doesn’t remember his mother’s face. He doesn’t remember much of anything about her, not since she left him at the orphanage on his sixth birthday. But he feels close to her every time a warm Texas storm passes through, and he wants to know “why”. Why he only feels connected to the world during lightning storms, and why she left him alone.

Taking a leave from his banal call center job, he rents a Jeep and starts driving the long I-10, hoping he’ll find something on the long highway; or he would until college dropout “on break” Anita Cozera talks her way into a ride wherever he’s bound, whether he wants her along or not.

Together they hit the road; Anita discovering she wants more purpose in life than she’ll ever admit too, and Nathan finding several people along the way who knew his mother and through them finding out much she seemed to make connections to so many other people who aren’t him. They talk about her like they just saw her. One actually did not too long ago. But Nathan is always two steps behind in his chase. Frustrated with trying to find someone who seems to be actively avoiding him, all Nathan wants is the simple answer of “why,” and he’ll chase every storm cloud he has to until he gets it.

LIGHTNING’S CHILD is a road-trip, soul searching fantasy at 85,000 words. Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,
Ravenswept

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2) Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature

“I’m not gonna cut him off. You do it.”

“Screw that, he’s on your number, you tell him.”

“Hey!” The feathered snaked rolled his head over on the countertop, raising it and stared at the arguing bartenders. “Wassa problem? Tell me to mah faces… my feec…” He let out a loud belch that shook some feathers from his wings. “Do you who I am?”

“Yeah Mr. Q, we know. You’ve been in every night and let us know, every night,” Mallory sighed, starting to mix together a variety of bottles that all seemed to be red.

“Hey! Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I. Am a feared-ed-ed and worshippedfulling god. Gods? God. I, am a name to be feared! Eared. I am Quetza- Quetzee- how did tha go again? Quez-ah-coral? Quesadilla? Cutesy wootz ah who gives a crap, where the Spanish Hell is my human sacrifice?” His tail flopped on the bar, weakly knocking over a few glasses.

Mallory just sighed and brought over the tenth tall glass of dark crimson liquid of the night. “Here.”

The silted pupil came down to counter level and eyeballed the drink in front of him. “Whas this?”

“Your drink.”

“I wanned a human sacrifice.”

“That’s what that is, a Human Sacrifice. Same as the last nine you’ve had. Same as last night. And the night before that. It’s all you order.”

“No no no no no. I want a human sacrifice. Gimme.”

“You want… a real human sacrifice. Like beheading and all that?”

His neck feathers puffed out and he nodded eagerly.

“… fresh out, sorry.”

“What?! The hell, I am a valued customer, and I demand-” He tried to slam his tail down for emphasis but only ended up dumping himself off the stool. “Why, hello Mista Floor, fancy meeting you down here.”

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Well, I made the damn thing, guess it'd be a good show if I stuck to it. God what day am I at-ONE?! Jeezus this is gonna be a long month. (I kid, I kid, I'm actually looking forward to this)

1) Write a scene saying “hello”

Hogtieing and ducktaping his wife without him waking up was difficult, but done right and worth it. I moved her to the guest room and set her on the bed; even put a pillow under her head so at least she’d be a little comfy. I thought about explaining exactly why I was doing all this but I was on a tight schedule as is, and if she doesn’t know what her husband does to pay the bills then I wasn’t going to be the one to explain it. Hell, I have a hard enough time just telling my own girlfriend I have to travel overnight.

But she was there and safe and now I could have my little talk with Diedrick here. Good god this bastard could snore something awful, no wonder he didn’t hear anything. Ah well, lets me take my time.

I reached for the Beretta and supressor I had set on the night stand; didn’t want to give the wife anything to reach for, just in case. I also pulled up a chair while I finished screwing the two pieces together, setting it just beside my newest friend here. This could take a while and I just didn’t feel like standing.

I cocked the pistol and set the barrel on his forehead. The loud click right by his ear had the effect of starting to wake him and the cold metal finished the job. He started awake, almost about to get up, but then realized, oh yeah, there’s a fucking gun aimed at his brain.

“Hello mate. Figure’d it’s time we had us a chat.”

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I made my own 30 Day writing meme; huzzah! As evident by the title, it's all about flash fiction and the short little snippets of inspiration to get you going (maybe). I tried to keep it as genre neutral as possible to allow for the greatest range of ideas. And hopefully their abstract enough to make for a wide berth of influences, but still direct enough that the prompt isn't confusing in what the basic idea should be. Or maybe I'm just overthinking this.

Basic rules: Try to keep it to 250 words per entry, give or take 50 words. Go wild with genres (ex; prompt 25 is "noir" but it's meant as more a mood/flavor). No poems; rhyming verse/prose is okay. Have fun.

Your month of prompts are:
    1) Write a scene saying “hello”
    2) Write a scene with a drunken mythological creature
    3) Write a query letter for a fantasy (any kind) novel
    4) Prompt: a hostage situation
    5) Write a scene entirely in dialog
    6) Write a scene with people talking, but without any actual dialog
    7) Write something dirty (take that how you will)
    8) Write a scene as a cat
    9) Write a scene working from the title “Roses are Red, Violets are Dead”
    10) Write a scene focused around a musical instrument
    11) Prompt: a dragon and a princess
    12) Write a scene at a sushi bar
    13) Prompt: underwater
    14) Write the final scene of a romance novel “Never Been Caught”
    15) Prompt: shots fired
    16) Write a scene on horseback
    17) Write a scene with a character in a foreign land, unable to speak the local language
    18) Prompt: the name “Thomas Daniel”
    19) Prompt: in the marketplace
    20) Write a scene with the opening line “I hate you; I just want you to know that”
    21) Write a scene with a drink(ing) of some sort
    22) Write a scene with children
    23) Prompt: falling
    24) Write a scene on a movie set
    25) Prompt: noir style
    26) Write a personalized rejection letter for the YA novel “Sparkle Lust”
    27) Prompt: trapped
    28) Prompt: overhearing a conversation
    29) Write a scene about a [person] and their [animal]
    30) Write a scene saying “good bye”
So yeah, hopefully this is fun, and you all enjoy it!
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Missed last weeks prompt, skipped to this week. May go back and do it for kicks.

Anyway, this week's was write 250 about getting stood up on a date. I went a little beyond and pushed it to 298. As a little extra, I decided to write it entirely in dialog; yeah, it's kinda close to what I did for the dictionary title, but that one has some non-dialog elements, so it doesn't count. This one does. So there.

I take no responsibility for the actions or thoughts of these characters, they kinda seem like they might be jerks anyway )
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This week's prompt was picturesque. Seriously, it was picture based. Picture one was a steaming teacup, the second was a white rose and a dagger with dragons on it. I went with the second.

299 words, cutting it close )
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This weeks prompt was to flip through the dictionary, randomly sticking your finger on a page, then blindly stabbing at a word. Repeat that, and in that order is the title of your prompt. Since I don't have a dictionary, I just went to Wikidictionary and clicked "random" twice. My words, and meanings, were:

  • kielteisyys: finnish, negativity
  • bug-eyed monsters: plural of bug-eyed monster


It's also my longest so far at 280 words.

Talky talky )
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This week's 250 word prompt was to write a "departure". Which you already know if you read the post title. So now I'm just repeating myself.

Done in 249 words. Maybe I'll invest the last one into my retirement.

Here's this weeks shortie )
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Done for the [profile] a_soc_k prompt contest (having missed the first one). Rules were simple, taking prompt, limit yourself to 250ish words, write.

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246 words of the hopefully aforenamed interesting beginning )

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