Writing prompts with examples.

Greetings randomers

For writing month I am sending daily prompt newsletters to hopefully inspire you to get some words down.

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The single word prompt is – Light

It was an odd looking light. Rumours were it came from a ship that had sunk off the coast many years ago which I suppose accounted for its indefinable appearance.

It lit the shop for decades then one day it was gone.

Not long afterwards the shop closed.

Folks said it was because Mrs Darnell sold the light. They believed it bewitched customers into buying the trinkets and paraphernalia that were crammed into the tiny space. When the light left the shop so did the magic.

A variety of owners have tried to make use of the building but it never lasts long.

Mrs Darnell seemed to vanish without trace. The police did all they could when her neighbour reported her missing.

Last week the salvors raised a ship from he seabed. In it was the body of a woman identified by her neighbour as Mrs Darnell.

The line prompt is – A sword of truth (first two lines of poem from a prompt on Instagram).

You expect a poem?

In this economy?

When words twist

finding their way into mouths

mingling with unsaid expressions

spitting false accusations

at the originator

to hide the truth.

The volley demands attention.

Yet neither participant

wields a sword of truth

strong enough to sway

the crowd who is entertained

not educated, inspired or motivated.

When boredom strikes

they move on.

Today’s track is Be my number two – Joe Jackson.

‘Alright number two?’ Ethan ruffled his son’s hair.

Natalie glared at him as she put the tray on the table.

‘I wish you’d stop calling him that.’

Ethan sipped his coffee.

‘What’s wrong with it?’

Natalie folded her arms and kicked his foot.

‘He needs a name. I know we agreed you could name him, but I expected an actual name. Number two is not a name.’

Ethan took another sip of coffee.

‘Don’t rush me. I’m thinking. It hasn’t been that long.’

Natalie took hold of his shoulders.

‘Ethan, he’s seven!’

Happy Writing

Lily x

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