Creative Writing Prompt

[scoopyfrog]

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[Thing Two]

Aw. The end is really sad. That was last weeks prompt but since I didn't have the new one up that's ok. I really liked it even thou it was pretty sad.

Btw. Your prompt for this week will soon be up on the first post.

[abbie-sama]

(Hey, I decided I'd try this out! I wasn't sure if there was a time limit or not, but whatever. I'm giving myself 10 minutes.)

Clinking glasses, yelling, laughing, words of triumph... This was a casino, full of people gambling. I felt completely out of place, my hair still pinned in a tight bun, my feet -- bruised from days of practice in pointe shoes -- sitting comfortably in slightly mediocre heals... Slowly, conscious that I looked different from everyone else inside, I walked forward and looked around. I had never liked these places. I had always been a good girl, never straying into places like these... but today I wasn't listening to that. Today I had a reason for being here. I wasn't gambling... I had a reason. A good reason.

I kept going, trying to ignore the eyes that turned to me -- the slim ballerina. Me, the girl who would be the lead of a recital tomorrow. It would be my first recital as a professional dancer... and here I was, walking into a casino. But I kept going, my head held high, until I reached a place -- the place. I reached for the purse that rested against my shirt and sat down, looking at the people beside me. They were eating and watching a woman in skimpy clothing dance. She looked like a peacock to me, but I didn't want to watch the woman -- I wanted the food. That was why I was here.

I opened my purse, looking for ten dollars, and immediately cursed. Here, I had come into the casino because of a bet with my friend (who said that I couldn't relax) and now I had forgotten my money. Of course. So I turned around, quite glad to be bailing, and slid out of my seat... when someone's words made me turn my head.

"Hey... are you here to try it?" he asked me. I frowned at this man. He wasn't exactly the most handsome guy out there, but he had a smile on his face that made him seem extremely handsome. Then I looked down at his plate, where some thin, dried strips lay. I slowly nodded. "Good. Here, have some of mine."

I frowned again. I didn't want to try this stuff. I didn't want to be here. I needed to be home by 8:00 so that I could get some sleep, and it was already 7:30... Excuses, excuses, I know. But I didn't know where this man had been. Had he washed his hands, for goodness sakes?

But he waved the strips in front of me. I stared for a few moments before snatching it out of his hand, looking at it, and biting into it slowly. What was this special jerky my friend told me about? I thought that it was pretty good...

"Wow. What is this stuff?"

The man smiled at me and whispered, "Octopus jerky."

My eyes widened and I spat loudly, sending a spray of jerky from my mouth. The man laughed at me. Then I turned to leave, completely mad at my friend. She could have told me what this was about, but no. She wanted me to try the jerky -- it's a harmless bet, she said.

"Wait! Stay, please? Lighten up..." the man said, still laughing.

Something about his voice made me want to stay. Something about the laugh... I don't know. Even though I did so grumpily, I sat back down. I would lighten up. I would prove my friends wrong.

And it turns out that that leap of faith sent me into the wonderful world of this man.

(Okay. I don't know if I did it right, but whatever. 10 minutes turned into about 20 minutes... oh well. I tried. Did I do it right? xD)

[Thing Two]

yeah, you did it right, haha, i like how youve done it.

and remeber everyone, thoes things arnt your main things they are just things that have to be included, the ballirina doesnt have to be your main charactor and the octopus jerkey could just be a random thing on the menue.
yeah, sorry about the octopus jerkey thing, i chose that, pomski chose the other two.

[SonicRainboom]

Mind if I try my hand at all three that are currently out?

[Thing Two]

^^ if you want to, its recomended to do the latest but if you want to do all of them you can.

The three things i was given was:
Charactor: Genius ditz
Setting: inescapable prison
Prop: Box of tissues
(btw, im just doing these ones because these are the ones my teacher gave me and im the owner of this thread, you guys still have to do the ones on the first post.)

My position is hurting my back. i roll over. nope, my hands are still biting into my back. the pain brings back the memories of the events that put me here. I did no harm. i was just sitting in my study, i am currently working my new invention. the automatic-blower-noser. Its a tissue box with arms. when you sneeze it shoots out an arm with a tissue and wipes your nose for you. Cut of corse, my first tester had to be alergic to hydrocloric acid. when they sneezed the arm shot out, like it was ment to but when the hydrocloric tissue touched their face their whole nose dripped to the ground. My anger bubbles up and i pull and struggle in my jacket, i fall to the floor. its no use. im trapped. i start to cry. if only there was a way i could convince them to take it off. then, then, i could get them to get me some tissues and then, then, thats when i could find a window, then, then i could tie some tissues together, then, then i could climb out. my sobs turn into an evil laugh. Youve done it again Ditz i think to myself. i put my head up against the wall to feel out any weak points, the same foamy, rough sponge greats me. 'Eugene. Eugene Dittozane.' the voice rings around me and my eyes grow wide and white. i take a breath to scream but it comes again. 'do you need anything Eugene?' i take a breath, calm my self and struggle to my feet, an evil smile spreading over my face. 'Yes.' i say evily 'i need a box of tissues.'

im a bit dissapointed at the amout of enties there were this prompt. Maybe its a little too hard. oh well, you have got two more days to get in your writing.

[Rexton Grey]

When I write, I write because I get an idea that suddenly blooms in my head and demands to be put down where it can be read. I write because when that moment comes and suddenly a plot just clicks together, I need to put it down in words before I can do anything else.

The parameters set up for this prompt just limit me too much for my creative juices to get flowing. I, for the life of me, cannot think of anything other than an exact carbon copy of what ;abstract wrote.

Just a short explanation of why I'm sitting this prompt out.

[Thing Two]

thats ok, i understand. i hope you find the next prompt more . . . juice flowy . . .

[Moskow]

I combined the first and second into one, critique is welcome, of course.

The sound of trumpets pierced the evening, making the crowd cheer as the two teens were led to the gallows. The first was a girl who walked with her head held high, trying to prepare her brain for what was about to happen. It would hurt, she was scared, but mostly she wanted to get the hell out of there. She couldn't die, it was impossible for her and her unlikely companion to go to their death bed until their task was complete. The slightly younger boy was led behind the girl. He was almost opposite of her. His shoulders slumped with puffy eyes. He knew this would be the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. Both of them were relying on their two other companions who had not yet been captured to save their rumps from what the world was about to know.

The two brothers were hidden in an old, rusted metal box. "We have to find a way to get those two out of that hell of a place", the first one murmured. "No duh, sherlock", came the response of the witty, sarcastic brother. The older, redheaded boy rolled his eyes at his younger brother, " But how can we even get in there. You've seen the place it has freaking guards at every possible entrance". The younger boy seemed to realize that his brother was right. Then right out of the blue a twisted smile crept upon his face and he replied, "We shoot them". "That's the answer I was looking for.", said the redheaded older boy.

The noose was loose around her neck at first, then tightened, till it was right against her skin. Sweat was beating down her brow making her clothes sticky. She glanced down at her companion who was putting up no fight. The crowd's roars of excitement drowned out the trumpets that were still blasting the hideous sound that signaled death. A loud blare of an air horn silenced the crowd then an anonymous speaker announced, "We gather here today to celebrate the death of the two that brought the world to the brink of disaster! Aspen Lairer and Jay Harkner, the two most wanted criminals were captured this morning at dawn. Now we end this horrific disaster!"

Suddenly a shot rang out and shattered the excitement, followed by two more. Two boys stumbled into the gallows shooting at anyone who took a single step toward them. The eyes of two in rope lit up. The boy shrieked with excitement, "Max, Adam! You two dopes finally made it. Welcome to our dry funeral." Aspen looked over at Jay with pure disgust, at the same time making an effort to undo her noose. A heavy man whipped her backside, thus producing a shriek of pain coming from the victim of the whip. Out amongst the crowd people Max and Adam were trampled by a heavily armed guard and dragged over the quarter filled gallows. Jay shot a nasty glare in their direction. The anonymous speaker rang out out again, "Wow, what a pitiful rescue mission. Let me guess you two are involved in the little scheme, too? Glad you came, helped us out. Now we don't have to go searching for you shanks."

As if on cue the lever was pulled releasing the foursomes foothold on the ground. Not a single noise was produced from any one of them. The rope was choking them, not allowing any air to be let in their starving lungs. But none of them were killed in this split-second action. A gasp came from the crowd, which just added to the tension filled arena. Everyone just waited in silence. The sound of silence was too much to bear. Max was wriggling and appeared to be making it worse for himself. Adam was lying still, staring into nothing. His eyes were clouded over. Dead. Not one of them remembered that Adam was the only one who could be killed. "Interesting. Well, look what we have for trouble now. Immortal teens out to destroy the world."

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

I tried to write a story for this prompt and wasn't happy with it. I got to the ballerina and casino, but that was it. better luck next time.