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Writing Prompt: 11-21-2015


Origin: Untitled, by Joseph Thomas, Real Plus Photography. For once, I do know this photographer, and if you’d like to look up his other photos, feel free to. You won’t find anything troublesome.

Feeling inspired? Write something from this prompt! You can leave a response in the comments or move the prompt to your blog and leave a link in the comments. I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

(Of course, at the same time, it’s still November. If you’re doing NaNoWriMo, focus on that—though I love seeing your writing prompts, it’s really more important that you stay caught up with NaNo.)

[I really look forward to being able to read anything you write from this prompt, and I expect to enjoy it very much and for my readers to also enjoy it. That said, please keep everything as clean as it gets because otherwise I will delete the comment or link to your blog.”Only what is good for building up…” If in doubt, ask. My contact information is on the About page.]


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12 thoughts on “Writing Prompt: 11-21-2015

  1. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but usually three signs blaring instructions to keep out usually means…well, keep out. Shouldn’t we turn back now?”
    She stopped and turned to him, trying to hold in a smile.
    “In most cases, yes. But I put up these signs, so I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry, while I’m here I promise Albert won’t try to eat you.”

  2. CamsShel on said:

    It wasn’t dark and stormy yet…but it was about to be! 😉 Either someone really wanted privacy or had something to hide. Either way the sign was made for tempting the curious.

    • …I’m not even going to comment on that story. :p Thanks for posting a prompt, though! (Though, come to think of it, that’s the best use of that beginning sentence I’ve ever seen, and your following story was good. Why are you not a writer, again?)

  3. It’s 2015 already? Haha. Anyways, I love this picture, and it almost looks like you’re wearing a mischievious look on your face. Maybe I’ll write something from the prompt.

  4. thelonelysparrow on said:

    “Are you sure I’m supposed to be here?” I stammered. Evvie stopped and looked back at me. “I mean, look!” I gestured to the several signs behind her, all of which seemed to indicate that my presence was unwanted.
    “Aren’t you coming?” she asked, as though she hadn’t heard me. I hesitated, but the hint of pain in her pale face made up my mind.
    “Yeah, I’m coming.”
    She gave me a faint smile.

  5. Joe looked at the signs one by one. “I think they want us to stay out,” He told me sarcastically. “Like signs ever stopped me.” He jumped over the fence and I followed, enjoying the danger. Our breath misted in the morning air. Judging by the sun, I’d guess it was around eight A.M. “You scared?” Joe asked. “No.” I replied. “I’m good at dodging bullets.” That was because they couldn’t touch me without disintegrating, but I didn’t mention that to him. We had gone a few steps more when I heard the click of a gun behind us. “Can’t you two fools read?” Asked a male voice. “I think they’re rebels, sir.” A second man chimed in. Joe and I nodded, then ran in opposite directions. I heard the men swearing behind me, but I didn’t listen. They would never catch us.

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