Going bonkers here because I think I can smell, faintly, vomit. I've changed my clothes, showered, but this smell is still there. Maybe my brain is rotting.
Here are this morning's prompts from Boot Camp
if you aren't a Boot Camper, why not get on line to a group of fellow-writers agree a time and all look at the daily prompts, challenge each other to write a flash or a story, set a time-limit. 75 minutes for a flash, two hours for a story. (It's just a first draft). it's the GROUP dynamic that makes the difference, the sense of sport, pressure, togetherness.
Of course you could always join BC...
Hey I just noticed something...
Here is a free opening to a story:
"Going bonkers here because I think I can smell, faintly, vomit. I've changed my clothes, showered, but this smell is still there. Maybe my brain is rotting."
PROMPTS?
Long time he lay uppon the sunny hill
Cream
The second of September was a warm day, but misty
Amber
On a moonlit night in July
jade
Cows are going home in the lane, their warm wreaths of breath
Jet
It had been a most restless day.
Waiting for love, for letters
You lie like a cheap watch
Detective Inspector O'Shaunesy crossed the marketplace holding a bundle iin his hand. Behind him strode the red-face Sergeant O'Flynn carrying a colander filled to the brim with gooseberries.
Chick Peas
In the cheapest room in seedy block
Copper Poisoning
Night. The nurse is rocking the baby.
Timothy Winters
Vanka and Tossa in Budapest for the weekend.
Scab
Two policeman are escorting a tramp who refuses to give his name.
A Thousand blessings, effendi!
When she was still pretty
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