Welcome to PROMPTuesday! Glad you’re here. So, lucky number 10, huh? Right? Holy cridoodle. There’s been 10 PROMPTuesdays already! You’re all growing up right before my eyes. Soon, you’ll be pouring whiskey into Clinique trial hairspray bottles and sneaking into the janitor’s bathroom during your high school homecoming game to get buzzed. But you’ll forget the hairspray build-up in the nozzle and so nearly glue your esophagus shut. But don’t worry! Your friend Anne will dribble water down your throat and soon, you’ll be able to talk again. And next time, you’ll hide your alcohol in a secret compartment ring that probably contains lead. Or asbestos. But maybe you’ll learn. You’re only 10 after all. And in the meantime: please don’t drink alcohol from an aerosol can.
So before we begin with this PROMPTuesday, a bit of background: I pulled today’s creative writing prompt from a book titled, “Out of my Arse,” by Sandy Eggomama. It was right next to the popular novel, “Over the Cliff,” by Hugo First. (That whole thing fell apart at “out of my arse.”) (On second thought, I think it fell apart at “cridoodle.”) I’m sorry. Please feel free to come back next week.
Anyway. Here’s today’s prompt:
You’re in a bookstore. You see stacks and stacks of books, but one in particular catches your eye. Something about the title. You’re intrigued. You pick the book up, open it, and read the first paragraph. Now you’re hooked. What is the title of the book and what did the first paragraph say?
Here are PROMPTuesday’s rules:
- You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
- Keep to 250 words or less.
- Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy in the writing process.
- Post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.
Meanwhile, if you’d like to see some of the submissions from PROMPTuesdays #1-9, click here.
I think it’s best if I leave now. It’s nearly the crack of dawn here. (Which is also a book by Seymour Butts).
I truly apologize. I’m pretty sure I have asbestos poisoning.
…From, “Monster in My Closet…”
They found him under her bed. She’d heard he refused to come out for several drawn out minutes, so the cops pulled him out by his loafers. Nearly home when she got the call, she’d turned her car around and headed to her friend’s house in quiet shock. She’d go to the police station tomorrow. But first, she needed to stop trembling. Because had they not found him, right about now she’d be walking past where he lay, pressed against the floor, waiting.