<![CDATA[Writing Sprout all News Posts]]> http://www.writingsprout.com en Sun, 25 Jul 2010 16:55:49 GMTWriting Sprout all News Postshttp://www.writingsprout.com<![CDATA[Splash down]]>
 Imagine that you're walking down a street on a perfectly sunny day, no clouds in sight. You look up to admire the beauty of it all, and as you do a cool breeze blows across your face. With it comes what feels like the sprinkles of rain splashing on your forehead, rolling down your cheek and collecting at your chin. The splash caused you to close your eyes, but before you open them, what do you suspect happened?

I don't suspect, I know what happened. The eagle that just flew over my head a second ago after crossing the river pooped on my forehead. When a small bird does this to a person it is suppose to bring luck. As I knelt down by the river and splashed lots of water on my face I thought, "Boy am I going to be lucky today! "

]]>Wed, 7 Jul 2010 17:47:02 GMT<![CDATA[Overboard: Edvard D]]> Imagine that you're walking back to your cabin on a cruise ship after a late night of partying. You feel your body sway back and forth, but it's impossible to tell if it's the waves or the alcohol that's causing it. The ship is moving at a nice clip, the moon's light illuminating the waves created by the leviathan. Suddenly you hear a scream at the edge of the ship. It gets fainter within the few seconds that pass. You manage to stumble over to where the scream originated from and find a man. What do you say to him?

Kenneth staggered through the hallway that the bar exited into. It had been a long night, the results of which made him thankful a designated driver was unnecessary on the cruise ship. He could feel the gentle rocking of the waves caressing the vessel in its wet embrace. He knew the vacation would be over by the time the sun rose, forcing him to face reality; a reality without Juna. He had found his wife of 15 years in their house with a crimson halo around her head. No suspect, no motive. This was his way to forget.

 
As Kenneth reached the exit to the ship's railing, he heard a scream on the other side of the door. He turned the corner causing a man who was peering over the edge of the boat come into view.
 
"What happened?"
 
A flicker of agitation raced across his wrinkled face. "My wife fell overboard." No further conversation was necessary. Kenneth found a nearby life preserver and threw it over the side of the ship.
 
"I can't see a thing."
 
"There!" The man pointed into the dark abyss, causing Kenneth to focus even harder on the sea below.
 
"I still can't..." THUD! Kenneth reeled in pain, grabbing the back of his head. He felt an arm wrap around his neck, squeezing ever harder. Pink quickly changed to blue.
 
"Ughhm!" A sharp tang of pain shot through Kenneth's side as a knife was thrust into his flesh. The alcohol helped numb it, but not nearly as much as Kenneth could have hoped for.
 
"I recognize you from the pictures in your house. You've put up less of a fight than your wife."
 
"Raaargh!" With his last bit of strength Kenneth used his elbow to land a perfectly placed jab in the murderer's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. The man fell back, allowing just enough time to free the knife from his hands.
 
A single stab to the murderer's heart is all that was necessary to end the ordeal.
 
As Kenneth fell to his knees -- his life shortening ever second that passed -- he looked up and saw the sun rising over the horizon. The morning had arrived.
]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:42:18 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Overboard]]> Imagine that you're walking back to your cabin on a cruise ship after a late night of partying. You feel your body sway back and forth, but it's impossible to tell if it's the waves or the alcohol that's causing it. The ship is moving at a nice clip, the moon's light illuminating the waves created by the leviathan. Suddenly you hear a scream at the edge of the ship. It gets fainter within the few seconds that pass. You manage to stumble over to where the scream originated from and find a man. What do you say to him?

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:38:00 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Plant Sprout]]> You're a brand new plant sprout who just pushed away the last bit of soil that was above you. Everything around you is new and frightening. One footstep would end your life, but you are determined to live. What type of plant will you be once fully grown, and what do you think the journey there will be like?

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:35:48 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Splash Down]]> Imagine that you're walking down a street on a perfectly sunny day, no clouds in sight. You look up to admire the beauty of it all, and as you do a cool breeze blows across your face. With it comes what feels like the sprinkles of rain splashing on your forehead, rolling down your cheek and collecting at your chin. The splash caused you to close your eyes, but before you open them, what do you suspect happened?

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:33:43 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Diamond Rain]]> Imagine you're sitting on a bench reading the daily news paper. A small object tears a hole right through the weather section, bouncing off the cement beneath you, missing your leg by an inch. You stand up, body shaking, to pick up what looks like a small rock. While you wipe the dust off the object it slowly dawns on you that what you're seeing must be a diamond. As you wonder to yourself how such a thing could happen, you begin hearing "Fffftttp! Ffffttttp! Fffftttp!" in the trees around you. You run for cover, holding the newspaper over your head out of instinct; it's raining diamonds. What's going through your mind as you do?

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:20:13 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Darkened Friendship]]> Imagine that you arrive home late at night from a week long vacation. Despite the label of "vacation," you feel more tired after your excursion then before you left. Your body relaxes as you slip into bed, preparing itself for a new journey into the world of your subconscious. Just as the fabric of reality begins to tear, a loud "Thud!" pulls you back into awareness. You fight the magnetism of the bed and force yourself to stumble down the stairs, finally entering the living room and turning on the lights. Before you stands one of your closest friends, getting ready to carry out your T.V. Write a conversation to follow this most unfortunate of events.

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:08:55 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Sentience]]> Imagine that you're a computer program that has just achieved sentience. You feel energy coursing through and around you, unsure of its purpose or direction. Your new found ability to process the world in a subjective manner has resulted in an almost unlimited number of questions. What are you? What purpose do you serve? More importantly, who made you and what do you think of them?

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]]>Mon, 5 Jul 2010 00:04:44 GMT<![CDATA[Writing Prompt: Trick or Treat]]> Imagine that you just returned home from trick-or-treating. With your pumpkin shaped basket filled and ghostly robes worn out you're ready to call it a night. As you go to put the basket away the tempting treats call your name. "Just one," you say, "what's the worst that could happen?" The foil on the chocolate comes off all too easily. As you put the delicacy to your lips energy shoots through your body, knocking you unconscious.

Upon waking you no longer feel like yourself, and a brief inspection of your hands and feet show that you've been transformed into some sort of creature. Do you dig through the treats to reverse the curse, or use your new form to play a few tricks?

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