Prompt 16: Rip Van Winkle

As a little girl the story of Rip Van Winkle fascinated me. I was not a child fond of reading a book. I loved to create stories but my patience was too hyperactive to tolerate focusing on a book.

I could sit long enough for the right story teller. The Three Billy Goats Gruff, Rip Van Winkle and Stone Soup are three stories I recall being told by someone who was an amazing story teller.

Prompt 16: Rip Van Winkle. Write a scene based off of Rip Van Winkles story. May you could toss the lazy drunk man into modern society. Maybe he was asleep 100 years, not 20. Have fun with it and make it your own.

Here is a link if you’d like to read the tale: Rip Van Winkle


Prompt 15: The Gargoyle

The Gargoyle:

Get into the mind of a Gargoyle. You sit there day in and day out, protecting your building and watching the humans moving below. What do you think of their activities.

The following is a song from Dead Winter Dead by Savatage


In the town of Sarajevo, there’s an old medieval square
There’s a church aside one corner most believe was always there

It was built a thousand years before any now were born
And its glory was its belfry with its stones all gray…and worn

Now there’s a gargoyle on that belfry and he’s been up there for years
And he has watched and he has pondered: “What is laughter, what are tears?”

And he’s never found his answers as he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders with his stone unblinking eyes

Prompt 13: Genie’s Lamp

You come across an interesting object at an estate sale. It resembles a “genie lamp.” You turn it over in your hands, try to pull off the lid–no, you can’t budge it–and laugh to yourself as you look around to see if anyone notices you. There are a lot of people at the sale. You contemplate setting it down but you imagine sitting in your home and the tales you could tell.

You take the lamp to find out how much it costs. It’s not the prettiest looking thing and you haggle it down to $2.75.

Pleased, you take it home. You decide the perfect place to display it and as you move to sit it down you feel the lamp shake.

Curious, and chidding yourself for being silly, you rub your hand along the side of the lamp.

POOF! An actual genie appears!

Now what do you do with a genie?

Prompt 12: The Rocking Chairs

The Rocking Chairs

Personification: the attribution of a personal nature or character to inanimate objects or abstract notions, especially as a rhetorical figure.

Imagine if a pair of rocking chairs were created by a young man for his new bride. These two rocking chairs stay with the couple as the couple goes through life. The couple have grown old.

Tell a story from the rocking chair(s) point of view.

Prompt 11: The Walk

Whatever kind of writer you are, we all need to take some time to let the world around us suck us in. Unlike what some of the world imagines about writers, we do however have busy lives just like anyone else.

Today, go for a walk. If you can maybe take a video camera with you or a camera. Your walk can be anywhere you’d like to examine: an outdoor walk in the neighborhood, the night life of downtown, a grocery store, a mall, the YMCA, or maybe even a library.

Pay detailed attention to everything. People, sounds, smells, the atmosphere. If you have a video camera make verbal notes. (Just remember the law please and ask permission before shooting  video on private property.)

If you don’t have a video camera, use a regular camera, our a plain notebook and pencil/pen will do.

Write out your scene using the details from your walk today.

Prompt 9: Unusual Gifts

Superheroes and Supervillans come in all shapes and forms. Could an unusual pain transform into a “power”?

For example: Non-arthritis/non-injury related joint pain when a storm is approaching?

Think about different possible personality ticks that a character might have that could turn into something interesting.

Day 8: Summer Vacation


I step outside, inhale deeply and choke on the moisture soaked air.

He laughs at me, “Take a drink.”

I whip the ball at him, trying not to laugh, as I give him the evil look.

He pretends shock as he catches the white ball with ease.

Then, the glint of the lake catches my eye and all is forgotten.

The heat, humidity, hot dirt burning the bottoms of my feet.


I take off on a run, ditching my shirt and shorts on the sand.

“Hey! Wait for me.” He complains.

Who cares? The gulls call out their joy as diamonds sparkle on the distant surface.

Almost there.

My heart pounds with my excitement and then it happens.

The cool waters of Lake Michigan welcome me home.

Ah, summer vacation.