First 50 Words – Prompts for Writing Practice
Write the first 50 words of YOUR story in a comment.
We crave sunshine, light, rooms with windows. We like the warm sun on our backs on a winter day. The burning sun on our backs on a day over 100 degrees is a bit of a problem. If you’re lucky you can stay inside on days like that, hoping the air conditioner doesn’t break. That walk in the early morning is the best summer sunshine for me.
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The visitors in the garden announce themselves with holes in the dirt. A biggish hole? Maybe a rabbits den – I’ve had them sneak into my yard and have babies before. Maybe a snake? Do I want to fill the tunnel with water to see if a rattler crawls out? Lizards don’t dig tunnels, do they? I have lots of lizards. Hello, down there . . . who are you?
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My neighbors are mostly older people who want smaller homes with small yards. But recently a family with two kids moved into a house across the street. It’s great to see young kids in the neighborhood. They don’t play outside, I guess kids don’t do that anymore, but they are visible now and then. Youth! Hope! Exuberance!
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The birds, the birds make such a concert outside my window. Something too tiny to see is chirping, chirping. The doves are warming up for the day. A woodpecker pounds away on a power pole. The roadrunners bark occasionally. Above the wet grass the cliff swallows circle and dive in silence. Breakfast is better than singing.
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One of my favorite TV shows is about a women’s prison. During the latest season, a big hole was cut in the fence during several episodes. Only two people took the opportunity to step through the fence and walk away from the prison. Most of them wanted to stay where they were, do their time, then be free. But the real truth is the world waiting for them outside had nothing to offer, especially no hope.
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I gave to the United Way. I gave to the Boy Scouts and the Girl Scouts. I gave to the American Cancer Society and the American Heart Association. I gave to Go Fund Me. I gave to nonprofits and charities. I gave to funds for tornadoes, hurricanes, floods, and fires. Then I gave my taxes to the US government.
All that giving helped others, but my taxes help me.
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Our President finally has something good to add to his legacy. He mortified the French in to rejecting a far right candidate for their President. Too bad Donald wasn’t in office before the Brits decided Brexit was a good idea. Who knows where their influence lies?
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The local production of “The Importance of Being Earnest” was hilarious and well done. This play was first performed in 1895, but it stands the test of time. I decided it does that so well because there is nothing topical about it except the setting. The dialog and plot are funny and improbable. The twists and turns are clever, the lines crisp, the jokes timeless. A new generation discovers Oscar Wilde.
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We’re running out of labels. The sexual and gender preferences of young people today are un.label.able! Which is a sign that it’s about damn time we stopped trying to give people labels that set them apart somehow. They are simply human, doing something perfectly acceptable for a human to do. Let them live without pinning some name on them that makes them feel “other.”
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This is my last day in physical therapy. Today, we celebrate my release. The way that happens at the PT place I go to is with a gong. When you’re finally deemed well enough to go out on your own they let you bang a gong. Bam. You’re free. Well, you’re free except for the need to continue to walk and go to exercise class every day for the rest of your life. Good health is work, people.
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