Sunday, August 26, 2012
Prompt #3 is from PRUPLEBEAR: My wife left me and took my dog!
"I can't believe she up and walked on out!" Grumbling to himself, he slammed the screen door shut. He takes a few steps then stops, realizing there is no dinner on the table. "Great, my belly's rumbling and I got nothing to fill it with." Stalking around the kitchen, he pauses at the fridge to peer inside. He's never cooked a meal for himself unless it was on a spit over a campfire.
Grabbing the phone, he dials his mother. "Honey, you knew better than to push her. She was the butter queen at the county fair for 3 years running and was smart enough that she almost walked away from you for a try at college." She scoffed at her son, "Did you really think she'd keep putting up with living in that junk yard you call a house?"
"So what time am I coming over for dinner, mom?" Of course he wasn't going to listen to his mother. She's always nagging him! He's greeted with the sound of the dial tone after his mother hangs up on him.
What's a country boy to do when his woman leaves him alone with no dinner? Time to go hunting! His hat's at the door, the gun's in the closet, and the dog is... Wait, where's his dog?
"Come here, mutt!" A few whistles should be all he needs for his trusty sidekick to come running, tail wagging with a load of barking. "Where are you?" He searches around the house, steps outside to call a few times, then sits on the porch steps with a huff.
"Oh, she wouldn't do that! That's low down and underhanded, taking a guy's favorite dog!" Slapping his hat on his leg a time or two, he sets the gun aside and considers what to do next.
Down the driveway he hears tires pull onto the gravel. He looks up to see his truck driving towards him, covered in dust. As it comes to a stop and the driver's door opens, his dog jumps out and starts running towards him. With a leap the dog jumps into his owner's arms, knocking him backwards.
He looks past the dog and sees his wife coming towards him. "Change your mind about leaving and taking the dog? Couldn't stand to be without your big man, huh?" A grin crosses his face as his dog licks his chin.
"No, you big lug, I told you I was taking the dog to the vet! Now if you're expecting any dinner you'd better get the groceries out of the back of the truck. Hop to it!"
I'm finding 5 minutes is not going to be long enough! This was another nearly 20 minutes. And, in case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to come up with ways to use the prompts in a way most people wouldn't think of. I like being unique and different, so I'm trying to throw in some loops and twists so you don't really know what's coming. That's what's going to keep this interesting. haha
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Quick side note: For those who thought I should add names, I am horrible at coming up with names. I've written entire short stories (as in several pages of story) without using names because it is so hard for me to come up with ones I like and that fit. So for this challenge, since I'm trying to do these quickly and with little thought, I'm purposely leaving names out. I could spend a week trying to come up with adequate names and still not be satisfied, so it just isn't conducive to what I'm attempting. Don't worry, when I write longer stories or in any novel I attempt I will be using names and full descriptions.
Prompt #2 is from IUHRYTR: Number 118 is where it happened.
"Whoa crap!" He screamed as something huge flew at his face, only to be stopped by the windshield. Slamming on the brakes and white-knuckling the steering wheel, tires skidded and a scream pierced the night air. Somehow he was able to maintain control of the small car and ease it over to the side of the road. He took a few minutes to catch his breath then turned on the overhead light. As he looked at the cracks in the glass, he realized his throat was suddenly scratchy. "I totally just screamed like a girl," he said to himself with a short chuckle. But who could blame him? At least his pants weren't wet!
Reaching over to grab a flashlight, he wondered if it would be safe to get out and get a good look at the damage. Why not? This stretch of road is empty at 3 am and whatever the animal was is probably long gone. After releasing his seat belt and with a quick check behind him, he tried the door handle just to find that there was more damage than he thought; the door is stuck shut. Climbing over the console, he is able to get out the passenger door. Though as his feet hit gravel his eyes catch something in the distance.
"What is that," he wondered out loud as he squinted through the single remaining headlight beam. His flashlight sweeps over, catching the form of a dead turkey on the side of the road. Now he knows what he hit, but there's still something else lurking out there, watching him. Odd noises begin to rise from the stillness, surrounding him. As the sound raises in intensity, he scrambles back into the car. Digging for his cell phone, he wonders if anyone will believe there are monsters out here.
"Hi, I just got into an accident and could use some assistance. I'm on highway 21, mile marker..." He thinks for a moment as he peers through the dark again, just catching the green sign in the distance. "I think that's mile marker 118 just ahead of me. I hit a turkey and my car has front end damage." Pausing as the dispatcher enters the information and requests police assistance, he realizes that creepy sound is even louder. "Hurry please. There's something else out here and I think it's coming this way."
As he hangs up, a whole flock of birds dive bombs at his car, causing him to jump in the seat and cuss. "Are you serious?" Several of the birds lie dead on the hood of the car, their necks broken from slamming so hard at his shield. As the side window breaks, he screams again.
Ten minutes later red and blue lights show in the distance. As the officers approach, they see the lonely car on the side of the road and park behind it. "I'm telling you, this stretch of highway is haunted." They get out of the car and walk slowly, surveying the scene. "Just like last week, it happened just before he got to mile marker 118. I'll bet there's no one inside."
This one took about 20 minutes, but that's because I was distracted by my stupid neighbor (music/tv turned up at 2 am? Seriously?) and paused to call the cops. So it took a few minutes to get back on focus. A quick read to clean it up (I somehow changed verb tense for a few sentences) and here you go.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Prompt #1 is from IAMLOVEDBYYOU: Bright white light greets her as she finally exits...
He pushes back the curtain, slowly taking in the sight of her sleeping form. It shouldn't be this way. She was always the one taking care of others, but now machines and doctors are taking care of her. Still, no matter how long it takes, he won't give up on her.
The doctor enters. "The scans appear normal, so hopefully the coma will only last a few days. Can you tell us if she's ever had a concussion before? That would affect her prognosis."
"No, not as far as I know." He walks closer to his girlfriend, hesitantly reaching his hand out to her cheek. "As long as I've known her she's always been healthy."
"Then hopefully she will be fine soon." The doctor checks the monitors for a moment, noting a few thoughts on her chart before heading towards the door. "Feel free to spend some time with her. Talk to her, touch her, and sit with her, because she will know you're here."
He bends down and kisses his beloved on the forehead. "Please, I can't do this alone." Reaching back, he pulls a stool up to the side of the bed and sits. One hand is running through her hair while the other is stroking her arm gently. It's not long before he succumbs to the sleepless night and stress.
Yet, as small shards of sunlight slice through the silence, she begins to stir. Her entire body is stiff and foreign. Jumbled memories poke the backs of her eyes, trying to make her remember where she was. She tries to draw a deep breath, but is hindered by something in her mouth, or in her throat. Her hand brushes something as she pulls it to her face, gently touching hoses and bandages. As her heart rate jumps from the realization of her condition, a hollow voice penetrates her thoughts.
"Sweetheart, wake up. You're in the hospital. You were in an accident, but you'll be okay." She feels a hand pulling hers away from her face as the voice gets louder. "Nurse! Nurse!"
Feet fill the room, followed by more hollow voices. There's a flurry of activity around her, calling for her attention. As the sun bursts free of the horizon, the doctor pulls out his penlight. Bright white light greets her as she finally exits her coma.
Okay, I took a little over 15 minutes for this one, with about 5 minutes of revisions (grammar, logic, etc). Since the story came to me with the prompt as the ending, I couldn't stop at 5 minutes and leave it hanging.
Thanks for all the ideas! It'll take me awhile to get through them. I hope you like this first one. Feedback is totally appreciated!
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
I've gotten so many wonderful responses to what I wrote from the writing prompts at the writing seminar that I thought I'd start a challenge for myself. I'd like my sparkfriends to help me out with this challenge. I need to get my brain back into writing form (or at least closer to it), and prompt challenges can help with that. So here's what I need from you:
Respond to this blog with a writing prompt. This means a short, 1 or 2 phrases or sentences, idea that doesn't have depth, but can be expanded. (See the prompts in my last blog for examples.) You can post several if you'd like, but I can't guarantee I'll get to them all if I get a lot of them.
My challenge will be to take your prompts, one at a time, and write something from them. I'll take a short time to think then about 5 minutes to write my thoughts. Whenever possible, I'll respond to at least 1/day, maybe more. (Of course, this will be fluid because my health issues often make it hard to function some days and doctor appointments take up a lot of time.) I will do my best to remember to thank the person who gave the prompt.
I look forward to your prompts and I hope I can meet this challenge!
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Today I went to a local library for a 1 hour seminar about writing and getting published. I was there a half hour early because I took disability transportation, so I was by far the first one there. I got to talk to the author who hosted it at length, as well as talk with her husband and 2 small boys a little. She had some good information, though much was a reiteration of what I've been hearing from the writer's sparkteam I'm on. Still, I was glad I went. I did feel a little out of place because there were a lot of moms there with their kids, many knew each other and/or the author, and the author writes books for middle school kids and teens.
At the end of the session, she gave us a piece of paper with some prompts. Basically it's 4 simple sentences/phrases with suggestions about how to make them better, or add pizzazz. Most wrote just a few simple additions, but I like to go all-out. I couldn't finish the first one by the time they moved on to the 2nd, so I skipped the 2nd and moved to the 3rd. We ran out of time for the 4th. Here's what I wrote for the 1st prompt: "I wake up. It looks cold outside."
I wrote: "A chill pulses through my skin, snapping my attention into reality. As much as I don't want to exit my cocoon, I notice the open window and toss back the thick blanket's heavy weight to race the frost lines on the glass. I push on the frame, hoping the ice that's formed won't prevent me from separating myself from the dense overnight snowfall."
Here's the 3rd prompt: "She runs faster and faster."
I wrote: "Her head snaps back at the sound. Fear paralyzes her feet, but her legs heed the warning. With a deep breath, muscles explode and hurl her forward. She can't listen to the screams, but she can't hear anything else. Even her thumping heartbeat can't over-power the terrible screetch. Only when she's slammed the door shut behind her does she realize her bare feet are raw and bleeding, and her lungs are gasping for air."
She had people reading aloud what they wrote so I decided to read my response to the 3rd prompt. I could tell no one was ready for it, as I heard "wow" and "oh my word" and "that's great" from a few people, including the author. Obviously there's a reason why I plan to write adult fiction! haha It came out a little dark, but the 2nd prompt was "At night, a hungry creature appears on my back deck." I know that added a little to what I wrote because others were reading their responses (including little boys with scary, magical creatures) to that while I skipped ahead. That way I got about 5 minutes to handwrite what I wrote, instead of about 3 minutes.
If only I could focus on writing for awhile instead of dealing with all this medical junk and disability red tape. Speaking of, I got another piece of paperwork from social security disability today. It isn't anything difficult. They're sending me for an evaluation of depression at the end of the month. I'm the first to admit that I have depression - considering what I'm going through if I didn't there would be something definitely wrong! So I'm not sure if they're sending me to find if I have depression causing worsening of my other conditions (or faking them?), or if they want another reason why I can't work. I didn't talk about any mental health conditions in the paperwork I did before, excluding when they asked if I had any. I've literally worked through panic attacks. One day I held one off, though I literally sweated through my underwear, bra, slacks, and shirt, until I could leave for my hour lunch. I drove home, had the panic attack while showering, put on new clothes, got back to work on time without anyone realizing I was in different clothes or what happened. I mean, who does that? I've fought through ridiculous things, but I can't do it anymore. Of course, the panic attacks stay away as long as the anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds are kept out of me, but I still have plenty of days where I sink back into the depression to where I can barely function enough to go to the bathroom. So I don't know how I should be approaching this evaluation. I'm not going to lie, but I'm concerned about the depth of the evaluation. I have a hard time with people poking around in my head when I don't trust them, so I'm also worried that I won't feel safe enough to force myself to be graphically honest.
Tomorrow starts my first day of PT for my neck to try to combat this constant migraine. I think it's a waste of time, but it's better to prove it than to say it. I also picked up the prescription of nasal spray DHE, just to find out it has 10mg of caffeine per dose! Caffeine not only causes migraines but it also causes panic attacks, heart palipatations, and can cause bleeding because it dilates the blood vessels. Sure, that helps get the DHE in quicker, but I'm terrified of what it's going to do to my other conditions! I currently have about 10 open sores on my foot from the chilblains because the blood vessels in my foot keep bursting and leaking, causing blisters that I have to keep popping so I can walk. If this dilates my veins even more, it could mean real trouble! I'm not going to be trying it soon, but I'm not really sure when I should be trying it. The whole reason the doctor in Milwaukee wanted me on IV DHE was to break the status migranosus, or constant and continuous migraine that is affecting far more than my head. But the local neurologist is ignoring the recommendation. Whatever. Not like she sent me all the way to Milwaukee for a 2nd opinion for a reason, right? (Yes, that's major sarcasm!)
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