Writing Prompts
I'm trying to do atleast one prompt every day on the computer. A warm up of sorts for nano, I'm also doing prompts in a notebook with my lovely characters and setting for this year.
Topic: Write about being underwater.
It’s cold at first, like running naked out into the snow. Your entire body is hit with the shock of a temperature that is degrees below what you are used to and your first instinct is to get out. Even as you get back to the shore you can feel the water weaving its spell. Now the air is far too cold and the water is the lesser of two evils.
You dunk yourself back in to warm up again. This time the water is velvety soft against your skin. It caresses away the goose bumps and lulls you with its liquid lullaby. You’re comfortable, except for your head which sticks out of the water being frozen by the now-chilly air.
Reason is your enemy now. Should you dunk yourself fully under again and brave the cold air after a moments reprieve? Or should you let your head continue to stay out in the chill, slowly warming as it dries?
The thought is in and out of your mind in a moment. You lower yourself into the water and start swimming out to a more open area. You’re suddenly a weightless nothing that is drifting in imagined currents. Eyes clamped tightly shut, you are blind in a near silent world. Still, even in the comforting lover’s grip of the water, the pain begins.
First it’s slight, a tolerable ticking in your chest. Then it seems to increase a hundred-fold by the second. Fire is burning through your lungs as you kick. Instinct the only thing guiding you as you try to breach the surface. Finally, with a rush of cold air on your face, you’re free from your fickle lover’s death-grip.
Your lugs breathe their own sigh of relief as they feel the oxygen that’s now coursing into your blood. Sounds are suddenly magnified, as the water can no longer muffle the cries of the land. You can smell again and light dazzles your vision for a moment before your eyes adjust.
Still, the water is your lover and you must heed her call.
Topic: Write about a voice.
I’m not like normal people. Not in the least, or at least that’s what I’m told. I see and hear the world through a different perspective and it colors my life. Ever since I was old enough to realize what I was doing, I’ve listened to voices. Not crazy voices that only I can hear, but just the voices around me in my every day life.
I like the sound of them. I like the color and textures they bring and hold in the way words are said. The expression behind the words, belying promises with true intentions. Every person’s voice is like a fingerprint, some may be similar, but there are underlying differences in all of them. That’s why I have a favorite voice. It’s one I hear often enough, I could pick the person out in a crowd of talking people. That is, if I could hear them, among the crowd.
His voice is distinctive in expression. Still a little young he’s got a voice that is adult and commands a certain amount of respect. Higher than some men’s it’s got a touch of femininity that comes with a man who understands women. Well, understands as much as he can.
His voice is colored by personality; squeaking with excitement, going flat in seriousness. It has a million different tones that form a chorus as he speaks. The only constant is him. Closing my eyes and letting my mind wonder as he speaks I can see an image as clear as day. The expressions of his face as he talks. I don’t need words, if I were to speak a different Language I would still be able to hear his meaning.
I suppose it’s a good thing that I know this person so well. I’ve fallen in love with voices before. But this love, for his, is an extension of my love for him. His voice is the only thing I can guarantee I will have of him.
Topic: Write about being underwater.
It’s cold at first, like running naked out into the snow. Your entire body is hit with the shock of a temperature that is degrees below what you are used to and your first instinct is to get out. Even as you get back to the shore you can feel the water weaving its spell. Now the air is far too cold and the water is the lesser of two evils.
You dunk yourself back in to warm up again. This time the water is velvety soft against your skin. It caresses away the goose bumps and lulls you with its liquid lullaby. You’re comfortable, except for your head which sticks out of the water being frozen by the now-chilly air.
Reason is your enemy now. Should you dunk yourself fully under again and brave the cold air after a moments reprieve? Or should you let your head continue to stay out in the chill, slowly warming as it dries?
The thought is in and out of your mind in a moment. You lower yourself into the water and start swimming out to a more open area. You’re suddenly a weightless nothing that is drifting in imagined currents. Eyes clamped tightly shut, you are blind in a near silent world. Still, even in the comforting lover’s grip of the water, the pain begins.
First it’s slight, a tolerable ticking in your chest. Then it seems to increase a hundred-fold by the second. Fire is burning through your lungs as you kick. Instinct the only thing guiding you as you try to breach the surface. Finally, with a rush of cold air on your face, you’re free from your fickle lover’s death-grip.
Your lugs breathe their own sigh of relief as they feel the oxygen that’s now coursing into your blood. Sounds are suddenly magnified, as the water can no longer muffle the cries of the land. You can smell again and light dazzles your vision for a moment before your eyes adjust.
Still, the water is your lover and you must heed her call.
Topic: Write about a voice.
I’m not like normal people. Not in the least, or at least that’s what I’m told. I see and hear the world through a different perspective and it colors my life. Ever since I was old enough to realize what I was doing, I’ve listened to voices. Not crazy voices that only I can hear, but just the voices around me in my every day life.
I like the sound of them. I like the color and textures they bring and hold in the way words are said. The expression behind the words, belying promises with true intentions. Every person’s voice is like a fingerprint, some may be similar, but there are underlying differences in all of them. That’s why I have a favorite voice. It’s one I hear often enough, I could pick the person out in a crowd of talking people. That is, if I could hear them, among the crowd.
His voice is distinctive in expression. Still a little young he’s got a voice that is adult and commands a certain amount of respect. Higher than some men’s it’s got a touch of femininity that comes with a man who understands women. Well, understands as much as he can.
His voice is colored by personality; squeaking with excitement, going flat in seriousness. It has a million different tones that form a chorus as he speaks. The only constant is him. Closing my eyes and letting my mind wonder as he speaks I can see an image as clear as day. The expressions of his face as he talks. I don’t need words, if I were to speak a different Language I would still be able to hear his meaning.
I suppose it’s a good thing that I know this person so well. I’ve fallen in love with voices before. But this love, for his, is an extension of my love for him. His voice is the only thing I can guarantee I will have of him.