Tag: Writing Prompt
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World-Building Wednesday: In a Cemetery
In the World-Building Wednesday series, I’m doing just that: using writing prompts to flesh out Talah, one of the worlds in The Sundered Realms.
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Writing Prompt Wednesday
In the theme of giving myself some variety from my current work-in-progress, I’m using these writing prompts to build up some of the ancillary characters in the world of Harbinger. Today’s writing prompt: Write about a wound. The slash on Stephen’s cheek gaped, pale and grotesque. Alric froze as he watched the skin part beneath…
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Random Writing Prompt: Half an hour before sunrise …
The world was still sleeping. The moon hung low and heavy in the sky, her light turning the familiar paths into a much more treacherous journey. He blew out a quiet breath and watched the supplicants come. Even in the moonlight, they were easy to see. The first glowed with the torchlight of his party:…
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Random Writing Prompt: Write about a voice …
She sounded sweet and clear, and the sound of it sliced through him as sharply as any blade. The song wasn’t one he was familiar with. She began soft, so soft that he leaned forward, straining to hear. But as the song progressed, her volume increased, until the notes rang from the roof of the…
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Writing Prompt: Write a Summer Memory
I remember muscadines: the leathery toughness of their skin, the green gelatin that was so sweet and had to be sucked away from that central cluster of seeds. Climbing through the brambles along the side of the dirt road, rutted and pitted by traffic, getting scratched and bitten as we wormed closer to those muscadine…
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Writing Prompt: “So it has come to this.”
“So it has come to this.” His voice was implacable. “You must choose. I will not accept your divided loyalties; they work against my plans. This is your choice: abandon your other masters, or die.” Dennis grinned, a feral thing that should have made Iago flinch, but didn’t. It appeared the pup had grown up.…
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Writing Prompt: You See a Shooting Star
He sat out on the balcony, watching the night sky for the fleeting stab of the falling stars. Normally, this was his favorite time of year, watching the heavens put on their show, but tonight he felt nothing but bitterness at each brief, flaring light. Brief. So brief, just like his life would be, now…
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Writing Prompt Exercise
“Remember a sound.” Rain on a skylight doesn’t sound the same as rain on a roof or window. It’s mellower, as if the raindrops were fatter or the skylight more resonant. I remember being lulled to sleep by the sound. The skies could torrent, but we were safe there, snug and dry in our rooms…
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Writing Prompt
Writing prompt from a recent writers group I attended: “Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth.” – Peter Ustinov Grace was born a vampire. And not because she sucked all the energy and enthusiasm from my ambitions. But because of her sharp little teeth. Most kids are born toothless – gummy…
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