Because of the U.S. holiday this week, I’ll be out of pocket and not posting a daily prompt here. I encourage you to talk among yourselves or find a previous prompt you find worth attention and write your first 50 words about it. Whether you’re taking part in the American holidays or not, stay grateful.
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Archive for November, 2008
Talk among yourselves
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Writing prompt, fiction on November 24, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Take the train
Posted in Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt on November 22, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Have you traveled outside the US? In many countries, you buy a ticket to use the trains and ferries as soon as you arrive, because you can go anywhere in the country using public transportation. But not in the US. I haven’t heard anybody say that improving our public transportation is part of the plans [...]
Cranberry Relish
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Opinion, Writing prompt on November 21, 2008 | 4 Comments »
That canned stuff from the grocery store has a nice tang and will do in a pinch, but I prefer to toss a bag of fresh cranberries in a saucepan with some sugar and water and boil it for a few minutes. I don’t want to pollute the tang with orange or strawberry or anything [...]
Can
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Poems, Writing prompt, fiction on November 20, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Can you fix my web page?
Can you link to my site?
Can you write for my blog?
Can you work for $1?
Can you come to my event?
Can you train my co-workers?
Can you donate to my site?
Can you be my friend?
Can you follow my spam?
Can you give me your information?
No, I can’t.
Please leave a comment with your first [...]
Can’t
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Opinion, Poems on November 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
You can’t sing,
You can’t draw,
You can’t speak in public,
You can’t write a book,
You can’t find love,
You can’t eat that,
You can’t have that,
You can’t be that,
You can’t read that,
You can’t listen to that,
You can’t, you can’t, you can’t.
But I can.
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “can’t.”
Follow the sun
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Essay, Writing prompt, fiction on November 18, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Maybe somewhere in the human DNA there is a migratory gene like that in birds that drives us to follow the sun. Perhaps that’s why I left the dreary cold of Boston and went to Puerto Rico.
I questioned my motives when I arrived and discovered that my luggage didn’t make it and the hotel had [...]
Dancing Queen
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Photo Writing Prompt, Writing prompt, fiction on November 17, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Oh, my, she was a dancing queen. Uninhibited joy and rhythm surrounded her like a aura. When music played, she left. She became part of the music–an extension of the sound.
Then one day someone laughed at her. She became self-aware in that moment. She looked around at the people watching her and she stopped dancing. [...]
New Writer’s Resources
Posted in About Us, Writers Resources on November 16, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve been using StumbleUpon lately and discovered some fun writing resources in the process. First is One Word. They give you a word and 60 seconds to write about it. Great fun. Another great one is 911 Writer’s Block. It’s an emergency idea generator when you’re experiencing writer’s block. If you haven’t explored things in [...]
Land
Posted in Children's Writing Prompts, Writing prompt, fiction, memories on November 14, 2008 | 5 Comments »
A hundred and twenty acres along the rio came to him by way of the last will and testament of his Tio Chuy. He’d only met Chuy once. He resented taking the time to drive out of the city to see some patch of corn in the boondocks.
He was surprised by the graceful adobe hacienda [...]
Dietary laws
Posted in Food, Writing prompt, fiction on November 13, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Even though I don’t have religious rules around food, I do have some strict dietary laws. For example, I hate horseradish. So you understand why I threw my turkey club–plate and all–into the face of the unwary chef behind the counter at the Deli. Blood dripped from his eyebrow as the plate clattered to the [...]


