Interactive Writing Prompt: Session 1

Interactive writing prompt Friday has arrived and I know you guys are as excited as I am. The main goal of this blog post is to get everyone to write something, whether you are a blogger, author, teacher, student, office employee, etc.

This exercise is open to everyone and it would be amazing if all of us could participate via the comments section (you can write it in word or notepad and then just copy and paste if that’s easier for you).

Maybe you've been itching to write something, but haven't had any inspiration? Or you're currently working on something and seem to be in a rut? Perhaps this could just be a fun little side venture? Have you been looking to write something outside of your genre? Whatever this prompt means to you, I just want everyone to have fun with it.

I will pick a prompt which I think was the most creative and well thought out and display it on my Writing Prompt Spotlight page with a link to your website, blog or social media account. Your prompt will be there until the next writing prompt exercise.

Without further ado, I present you this month’s writing prompts.

You can choose one out of the two:

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My take on Writing Prompt #1

He remembered that day as if it were yesterday. To say that everything changed was a colossal understatement. After all, he was now dead.

It's been 20 minutes now and the rain was continually drumming on his head. The drops struck the already wet pavement, hitting the surface like stray bullets shattering on impact. He shook his left arm and managed to extract most of the water from his poncho. The time read 5:36 p.m. Twenty-one minutes now. Was the bus ever coming? He started imagining all of the things the bus driver could be doing and sighed. He was certainly not going to wait while this imaginary bus driver finished his maniacal scratch-off bender.

He opened his umbrella and mentally prepared himself for his 3-mile journey home on foot. In the rain, let’s not forget that part. At 6’2 he was an imposing fellow and dreadfully uncomfortable in the skimpy poncho his American co-worker, who was a whopping 5’3, had given him.  His usual black unruly curls were now a matted mess on his skull, making him look like a wet cat, despite all of his protective trappings. He sighed again. Now, he thought, how was he going to face his mother? There was absolutely no way to salvage the brown, Italian leather, wingtip Oxfords that she had given him upon his graduation from NYU. He was certainly ‘dead meat’ as his younger sister would say. Luckily for him, Mum was currently in Bristol.

As he hurried along the inner corner of the sidewalk, looking like a creep if he really thought about it, his stomach decided it wanted to have a conversation with him. Groaning inwardly at the amazing timing of it all, he rushed like a bat out of hell in hopes of finding the nearest Starbucks, the best thing those three Americans could have ever invented.  Just thinking about a nice hot venti—because saying large is just passé— pike place roast made his insides warm.

It seemed like an eternity later when he finally found his destination. Yes, an eternity. He dashed inside and was relieved to feel that he did indeed have actual fingers on his hands. He ran a quick survey of his surroundings and noted that it was quite empty except for the old hippie looking man with flowing white hair and a flower band across his head— because why? — who was sitting staring at his laptop with a steaming coffee in his hands.

He took his gaze off the man and shuffled over to the counter to order his coffee while simultaneously trying to stop the flood that his umbrella was causing. He decided to walk back towards the door and leave the blasted contraption on the floor. As he was turning back towards the counter he noticed something out of his peripheral. He turned around to see what it was and saw nothing more than the rain pelting the windows and a young couple rushing to catch the bus with the bus driver who finally finished scratching the damned lotto tickets. He went to make for the counter again when he noticed it. Right on the underside of a parked car.

It was pink and call him crazy, but were those diamonds?

And that’s how he found the journal in the rain.

                                                                                                                      The End?

And that’s it for me. I’m a bit rusty as I haven’t written a story in such a long time, so please be sure to let me know what you think I could have done better. All comments are welcome. Please, if you haven’t subscribed yet, do so now by clicking the FREE RESOURCES section in the header or the link I have provided below. You will receive a FREE proofreading checklist as a thank you for subscribing.

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Have a pleasant day my awesome readers. Stay tuned for next week’s blog post.