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Today’s prompt: atardecer en la nieve
“If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing badly.”The purpose of the #JustWrite prompts is to encourage the writing practice itself. You can write your prompt from the picture or the title. Don’t think. Don’t edit. Just write.
For today’s prompt, let’s do something a little different. Remember my theory was based on the saying that if it’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing badly? Today, try to write something really badly. I know that goes outside of the “don’t think, just write” rule. But let’s try to have a little fun with this one and write as badly as we possibly can!
When you respond to someone else’s writing practice, please do so with something nice and encouraging about the writing. If you can, find something specific and concrete to praise, but remember we’re not expecting perfection from this practice. What we’re really praising is the effort.
There are only three rules for #JustWrite:
1) No editing.
2) No criticizing.
3) Have fun.
Please share your #JustWrite responses here,
or respond to someone else’s writing practice here.
If you’re new to #JustWrite, you can find out more here and here.
So this is what it looks like to watch a tourist get eaten by a bat winged monstrosity as the earth blows up. Not exactly what i had in mind for my afternoon stroll through the park. Volcannic eruptions are not condusive to a relaxing mind meditation after a hard day’s work. Whoa, that really is a bat-winged monster. Poor chap.
Oh wait, he’s getting closer. That’s kind of rude. I really don’t want to deal with loony humans on a last minute binge of sanity, let alone any horrific manifestations from beyond the reaches of horror-space.
That steam looks like it’s going to hurt too. Yikes, where to bogue out to when the earthquake hits. I’m really not prepared for this, oh crud. Maybe I should order pizza.
Pizza is the best answer to the last minute sanity binge… And now I want some.
Damn.
Pizza? I think pizza goes terrifically well with bat winged monstrosities. We need to survive the volcanic eruption. Nicely done!
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I like the calmness in “Oh wait, he’s getting closer. That’s kind of rude.” Count me in for the pizza!
Thanks! Pizza is an antidote for a lot of things. Luckily, the random weirdness came up food!
It was a dark and stormy night. The rain lashed at the shutters with a wolf-like growl. The wind caught the screen door like a…screen door, and sent it banging against the door frame, making a horrific knocking, as if the Devil himself had come to visit.
(Really he just wanted to borrow a cup of sugar, but the Devil gets a pretty bad rap. Poor devil. Tons of hot cocoa powder, no sugar, on such a dark and stormy night.)
Not only was it a dark and stormy night, it was a stormy and DARK night. The very worst kind of forwards and backwards sort of night.
This sent Susan early to her room at the top of the creaking stairs. No power, no lights, no microwave popcorn and Grey’s Anatomy. She flicks a curtain to check that the Devil really is walking away, drenched and discouraged. Should she have let him in? Did he really just want to make hot cocoa?
She puts these thoughts out of her mind, and focuses on how on earth she will manage the next four hours of darkness, and storminess, and night-ness, without her usual coping mechanisms. It’s not going to be pretty.
Her pink bunny slippers, usually so cheerful, look threatening in the half-light. A tree branch scrapes against her window. What to do? Wait! Her cell phone! Luckily, it still has a full charge. She spends the next hour playing Fruit Ninja and taking pictures of her evil-looking bunny slippers (to put up on Facebook tomorrow, what a hoot).
Finally, bored, she succumbs to the worst the dark stormy nightness has to offer. She grabs her flashlight, picks up a book, and actually reads. Words. Of her own volition. Without a high school teacher standing in front of her. Really, she should have picked up that People magazine earlier. Now she’s stuck with this dumb old thing. Turning to the first chapter, she feels a cold shiver run up her spine with an icy touch. Deja Vu? Or something more sinister?
The first sentence reads: “It was a dark and stormy night…”
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Le gasp! Susan has purloined my one and only copy of Paul Clifford! I am scandalized!
Quite nicely purpled
Purple R Us. Me Not Write Pretty Some Day. My brain-type thingie hurts too.
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Ohmigosh this was a hoot! Thanks so much for joining us. I love the whole dark and storminess and the DARK too. And the poor devil with his sugarless cocoa.
Aye, me… Me and the sulfur tree… And Billy the Satyr… We were dancing when the sun went down. I think we were on the beach, I think. But that was after the giant Mo-Lars attacked us, and we fought them off.
They came at us mean menacing and mellifluous, gnashing gums, crying out “Harooo! Harooo!”. Their words fell upon my ears like caterpillars, and I know I can stand the assault no longer.
I’m just lucky that Reginald the Satyr is here. Mo-Lars hate satyrs, almost as much as they hate taffy.
The fight lasted all day long, then it was over, and I and a sulfur tree and Courtney the Satyr danced together.
Writing that hurt my braintypething o_O
Ouch. Just saying…well, I mean poorly done…I mean, done poorly well…Um, interesting idea Kim!
I luff the giant Mo-Lars gnashing! Haroo haroo! More gnashing Mo-Lars please.
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I think Billy/Courtney the Satyr is the best part. But I’m also partial to the mean menacing and mellifluous, gnashing gums. And the caterpillars. Come on, it may have hurt your braintypething but was it fun?
Oh, ’twas fun indeed
(and thanks
There was snow everywhere. And there were clouds. All of it was white stuff. I don’t know how it got there. We just woke up and there it was. It covered everything. Even the houses.
So this is Wisconsin.
Ha ha! Love it: “So this is Wisconsin.”