Use one every day to get your creative juices rolling.
“Don’t tell me you are already working on your New Year’s Resolutions? It’s only January 31st.”
The dog looked up at the woman and said, “Would you please use your foot? It’s so much better than your sharp nails.”
The book fell out of the back of the girl’s shirt as she tried to creep past the library guard.
“I can’t wait to hear the story that goes along with this one.”
“Will you help me get my tongue off this frozen pole first?”
“Nope, the story first.”
“He’s my bodyguard.”
“Why do you need a bodyguard?”
“Because I said so,” came a voice from behind her.
“I’m sorry, come again; what are you?”
“When in Rome-“
“We are not in Rome. We are in Indiana!”
“What did I just land in?”
“You are not going to like it.”
Her long wavy brown hair evaporated as the light engulfed her.
Their kiss was sweet, too sweet. What had her boyfriend done?
The wind’s claws grabbed at her skin as it tore her apart. She didn’t care. She knew what was coming when she arrived in the wind territory.
The tree glowed. The closer he got to the tree, the brighter it became until pop. Nothing would have smelled the same again.
“Did you see that?”
“See what?”
“The wallpaper moved.”
He stomped the shovel into the ground. This was the last time he would clean up his master’s mess.
Looking around the living room of the house, she closed the door. That was the end to a horrible cup of tea.
“I said, you are mad.”
“No, I’m not!”
“Then why is the grass on fire?”
“Why do they always have to make my calendar month ugly?”
“He is cute.”
“No, he is a slobbery mess of drool.”
He stood at the microphone. His blood pulsed, and his hair waved. He was about to start a war, and he loved it.
The flashlight flickered on, then off. The signal had been given.
Standing at the front of the classroom, all the kids stared at her floppy ears and tentacle hair.
“What have you done?”
“You told me you wanted to remodel the kitchen.”
“Yes, remodel, not blow it up.”
Her scales brushed his legs as she squeezed the life out of him.
Math, why did it always have to be math? “Dad, I don’t understand this problem?” his son said from the kitchen table.
“I’m coming over.”
“But I don’t want you to come over.”
“Do you really want to be alone when they show up?”
“You are the lowest scum of this earth,” he said.
“Thank you for noticing,” she smiled.”
The door swung in the chilling wind as he stepped over the broken glass and shredded furniture.
The sword pressed into the tip of his nose. Now who was this beautiful creature wrapped in ribbons?
“What happened to your perfect life?”
“It came with too much dirt and poop.”
“You can’t hold back time.”
”Today, I’m going to stop time.”
“You!”
“Happy to see me?”
“No, I wasn’t happy to see you at my wedding, and I’m not happy to see you now.”
“Saved you from that disaster, didn’t I?”
“Marry me.”
“No, if I ever want to marry you, I will ask you.”
A writing prompt a day keeps the blank page away.
Happy Writing :)!
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