Hello and welcome to Thursday. Ready to write?
Quick reminder of how the 500 Club works:
- Choose one of the two prompts below.
- Write 500 words based on the prompt.
- Post the 500 word story on your blog.
- Paste the first sentence or so of your story in the comments on this post, and include a link where our readers can go read the rest of your work.
-OR-
If you don’t have a blog, but still want your work read, you can paste it into our widget over there >>> in the right hand column.
OK, ready? Here are today’s prompts.
(Note: these don’t need to be first sentences.)
1. It rained all night. The next morning, [CHARACTER] found…
or…
2. The last thing [CHARACTER] wanted to do that day was…
Have fun!
It rained all night. The next morning, Daniel found a dead mole on his front lawn, a victim of a flooded home. He was both saddened and repulsed by the sight of the tiny, lifeless drowning victim…read more
The last thing I wanted to do that day was shoot my father. It’s not that I didn’t want him dead–I did. Badly. And it’s not that I was unwilling to do the deed, myself. I wanted very much to spill his blood, to watch, to witness his exit from a world he had made a living hell for me. Read more…
It rained all night. The next morning, Earnest stepped out for the paper and found a shampoo bottle on his porch. It was white with green on it, some crazy writing up one side, maybe Japanese, maybe Spanish. A night spent inside getting wet when outside was more wet was not a night that gave way to a bright-eyed morning. Least of all to wake up and read shampoo bottles on front porches. Nor newspapers, but that was habit.
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RED LIGHT SPECIAL
The last thing Flynn wanted to do that day was another love spell. It was cheap work, he thought, flavored with desperation.
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The last thing Wanda wanted to do that day was roller-skate. She was 35, for goodness-sake. She pleaded, begged, bribed, and threatened, yet there she was, lacing up skates. The autumn air was unusually frigid, and the wind came in gusts to ruffle her hair and flirt with her scarf. She grimaced at the weather.
http://goshjessy.wordpress.com/2010/10/23/roller-skates/