Extra Time for the Holiday Weekend? Writing Prompts on Deck!

2997183038_7586e27e0bMany people are blessed with a few days off for Christmas. So, now that you’ve spent time with friends and family, it’s time to get back into the writing groove. What better way to do that than with some great writing prompt exercises? Take these opening sentences and run with them. If you don’t mind sharing, post what you write in the comments section or, if you have a blog, leave a link so that we can check it out!


 Writing Prompt #1

She should have known better than to leave so late. Now, it was nearing dark and it looked like it was going to poor down rain at any moment. If she cut across the field, she could still make it on time, and maybe even beat the rain to boot. She had been warned not to go into the woods after sunset. She didn’t believe half the stories about what happened to people in those woods after dark. They were probably tall tales to keep kids from wandering in there and getting lost. A single rain drop plopped onto her hair, then another and another. Without hesitating a moment longer, she dashed into the dense forest, totally unaware of the hidden eyes that watched her every move…

Writing Prompt #2

He feet hit the pavement in rhythmic muffled thuds. He measured his breath, drawing in through his nose and out through his mouth in short even puffs, making vaporous miniature clouds in the air. The package was securely taped around his waist, totally obscured by his large sweatshirt. To anyone looking, he appeared to be an average middle-aged man out for his daily jog. They would never guess that he was about to make history in less than five minutes. Twenty years of preparation for this single moment. At his cue, the trigger to all of his meticulous plans would spring into action like carefully placed trick dominos…

Writing Prompt #3

For five years she’d been the perfect little house wife. Gourmet meals, decor worthy of being featured in Home & Garden, and sex that put Fifty Shades of Grey to shame. Yet, her marriage was over. And it wall all her fault. She set the alarm on her multi-million dollar home out of habit, and closed the heavy solid oak door behind her. She dropped her house keys into one of her prize-winning rose bushes. She wouldn’t be needing those anymore.  She walked briskly to the cab waiting at the end of the long cobblestone footpath. She pushed aside the image of her husband and children coming back from the park to find her gone. She wondered how long they would wait for her to come home…

Man, I wrote the darn things, and I still can’t wait to find out what happens! Happy Writing!


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