First 50 Words – Prompts for Writing Practice
Write the first 50 words of YOUR story in a comment.
The back of the car was filled with games and DVDs and snacks and drinks. The front had a big cup of coffee ready and plenty of road trip music. But we had such a good time looking at the scenery, counting cows and antelope, singing songs, and making up shapes in the clouds that we didn’t need anything but the open road and ourselves.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “road trip.”
Let’s dance. Let’s dance in the streets. Let’s dance in the store aisles. Let’s dance through the restaurants and bodegas. Let’s dance until our legs give out and our hearts are full of joy. Let’s dance until the end of the world.
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In the dream of America there was talk of equality and freedom of religion. There was a sense that anyone could come here and be welcomed. Of course, it was never quite like the dream, even in the beginning. Yet, it was close enough to the dream that we could say America was like that, stood for that. . . .
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There is so much blood.
No, that’s a cliche, write something different for this scene.
I love you so much, if you die on me I’ll kill you!
No, that joke has been used.
Sorry, but I’ve had so much coffee I need to be excused.
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“Oh, let’s watch that one!”
“Yuck. I hate romcoms. Chick flicks are a bore.”
“I love them. They always make me feel good and have a happy ending.”
“They’re so silly. Let’s watch something with some action. How about this one?”
“Nothing happens in that one except shooting people and then walking away as if nothing happened.”
“Yeah. That’s cool.”
“You can’t enjoy love and I can’t enjoy murder. Have I got that right?”
“Yep.”
“You can go home now.”
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “divided.”
This big fellow was outside, so he survived. Lucky spider.
I have a strict rule about spiders who think they want to live in the house with me. The rule is – YOU’RE GETTING SMASHED! That rule doesn’t apply if my son is around, because he will carefully take you outside where you belong.
If you are a spider anywhere near my in my house, you’d better hope my son is visiting the day you appear. Otherwise, it’s sayonara, spider.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “spiders” or on some topic suggested by the image.
Time to change your password. That’s the most terrifying phrase of the modern age. So many passwords. You need a system, special software, just for all those passwords. If you’re really modern, you can use your thumbprint. Or your retina. Or your face. So every company in the world recognizes your face.
Oh, sorry, you are temporarily unable to do the next thing until you change your password.
Reset. Reset. Reset.
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I play the ukulele. This time of year the patriotic songs come out. Most of them are marches – It’s a Grand Old Flag, Yankee Doodle. The ukulele is not meant to play marches. Bring your trumpet and your drum if you want to march down the street with a flag because a uke won’t do the job.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “patriotic” or on some topic suggested by the image.
Remember when you were a kid – back in the days before kids spent their time looking at a screen? When summer lasted forever and getting outside in the heat was the best thing ever? Riding the bike, playing hide and go seek after sunset, skipping down the sidewalk, getting an ice cream cone at the drug store, watching ants and grasshoppers with fascination? Yeah. Me, too.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “the long hot summer.”
It was so wet, even the frogs had to look for higher ground. Right now they were clinging to the siding on the south wall outside my house. The ground was soaked and flooded, the rain was still coming, and the weather map showed a bright red extreme weather spot right over us. I might have to make like a frog soon, and climb up to the top of my house.
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