First 50 Words – Prompts for Writing Practice
Write the first 50 words of YOUR story in a comment.
Being around family for the holidays is the real reason I celebrate. Seeing far flung siblings, new little nephews and teen age cousins who are suddenly grown. And my parents! They’ve gone on without me to do new things they never did while I was at home.
I can’t wait to be with them. I’m glad when it’s over.
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It’s my job to complete the map of Mars now that we’ve successfully landed a spacecraft there. It isn’t an easy job coming up with appropriate names for all the places we’ve discovered so far. I’m going with walla walla bing bang for the largest mountain range. It’s a big mountain. It deserves a big name. There’s a cave in the mountainside that our cameras can see. I’m naming it flying purple people eater. I feel sure future explorers will thank me.
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Reading Michelle Obama’s book “Becoming” I remember hope. I remember feeling like things could get better. That the US might do something about climate change. That various social justice causes could advance. That wages might raise and little people might be better off. Lately it’s been a struggle to hold on to that remembered hope, but we must. We must.
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It was Jonah’s playlist. It was full of bouncy tunes perfect for driving. It should make her happy that it was still available on Spotify and she could play it whenever she wanted. She’d get in the car, turn on the music and sob. There was no driving to Jonah’s playlist.
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So, tomorrow? I’ll see you tomorrow?
Well, maybe. The polls don’t close until 7 PM. Want me to come over after that?
Sure. Sure. I’ll have some dinner for you. I know you’ll be exhausted.
Okay. We can watch the returns together.
Great. If it’s good news we’ll drink champagne. If it’s bad news we’ll drink whiskey. I’ll see you tomorrow.
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I want to know
Why the truth doesn’t matter.
I want to know
How owls can turn their heads so far.
I want to know
Why love is hard to keep.
I want to know
If too much Starbucks in one day is fatal.
I want to know
Where all my money went.
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Autumn is good for the spirit. Not too hot. Full of brilliant colors writ large on the trees that refresh your quest for beauty. Perfect for that day in the mountains looking at the aspen groves or that walk along the river bank enjoying the rustling leaves of the cottonwood trees. It’s a tie up whether autumn or spring is the best thing to keep you sane. It’s a tie up.
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Around these parts, the best trees in fall are cottonwood and ash. They’ll give you a nice show of color in the fall. You can find aspens if you go up higher. In certain canyons where there’s water there are stands of maples that can really blow your mind. But if getting out of town to see the fall colors isn’t on your agenda, the cottonwoods and the ashes will do the trick. Happy leaf watching!
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I live in a place that has a huge party every October. It’s fiesta time along the Rio Grande when the sky fills up with colorful balloons. If the weather cooperates the celebration is complete.
There are plenty of great things to say about my town, but the big balloons once a year top the list.
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She gave us the structure, she told us the form, we listened to Bessie Smith as examples, we played a few 12 bar run-throughs in different keys. Then she gave us 7 minutes to write our own blues song. And we did it. Mine was kind of stupid, but it was worthy of 7 minutes of work. First song I ever wrote. Yea, me!
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