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PROMPTuesday #150: Follow the Trail

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Good God, it’s been three years of PROMPTuesdays almost to the day. That’s a long time of me sticking to something.

 

So let’s celebrate with some good old-fashioned storytelling!

 

Take a look at the picture below, and write a story in 10 minutes using the words “detective,” and “150.” (I returned to the roots of PROMPTuesday for this one, which is to write quickly without turning on your inner editor/critic.)

 

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Please post your submission in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.

 

First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here. Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.

 

(Photo credit: Wintersixfour)

 

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April 19, 2011 · 2 Comments

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  1. melissa says

    April 20, 2011 at 7:15 am

    i like this one! i’m going to go work out and think about this! xo

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  2. San Diego Momma says

    April 21, 2011 at 4:16 pm

    He was a boy, just a boy, just a boy
    He liked to look, always look, liked to look
    For hidden things, hidden things, hidden things
    In secret rooms, secret rooms, secret rooms
    Detective Boy, Detective Boy, Detective Boy
    Searching for, searching for, searching for
    Something weird, something weird, something weird
    Then he’d count, he would count, always count
    One two three, one two three, one two three.
    Come find me, come find me, come find me
    And I would, yes I would, and I would
    But now he’s gone, he is gone, forever gone
    I still look, I still look, I still look
    Detective Boy, Detective Boy, Detective Boy
    I still count, I still count, always count
    One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three
    A secret room, a secret room, his secret room
    One hundred four, one hundred five, one hundred six
    I like to count, I like to count, I like to count
    Find hidden things, find hidden things, his hidden things
    He was a boy, just a boy, just a boy

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