First 50 Words – Prompts for Writing Practice
Write the first 50 words of YOUR story in a comment.
I knew why she insisted on a midday Chardonnay. She was bored. Her life bored her. There was nothing to do alone in her house. If she had a tipple at lunch she would nap after. Take up a few hours. Break up the empty day. Then one day . . .
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “midday Chardonnay.” Thanks to Lucky Life for today’s prompt.
It was that time of year. Time to make the switch from hot coffee to iced coffee in the mornings. Iced coffee was cold brewed overnight and ready immediately on waking in the morning. An advantage, you see. Instant caffeine. Hot coffee involved waiting for water to heat, waiting for the coffee to brew in the little french press. Agony, you see. Yes, iced coffee time was a welcome time of year.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “the switch.”
I watched and watered,
Watched and watered.
Turned leaves and looked
At blooms and tiny white buds.
The plants were tended with
Love and anticipation.
Finally, in late spring,
When the rains had come
And the sun shone bright,
The plants gave back a reward
Ripe and red and sweet.
Worth the wait. Worth the wait.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “ripe” or on some topic suggested by the image.
Many mornings I conduct science experiments to find the perfect number of mugs of coffee. That is, the number of mugs I can drink before my stomach starts to hurt.
If I make one batch of java in my wonderful little French press, I’m only going to get two mugs of coffee that day. No pain. But what if I drink more? Is three the pain threshold? Or is it four? Bring me another refill, waitress, I’m doing research for science.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “the perfect number.”
Before Eden woke up, Jen whipped up pancakes from scratch. She put berries and slivered almonds on top and warmed up real maple syrup. When it was ready, she carried a cup of aromatic hot coffee into the bedroom. The coffee did its magic and Eden stirred.
“I made breakfast,” Jen said. “Pancakes.”
“Oh,” Eden yawned. “I can’t handle gluten. But you’re really sweet.”
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The burn searing down my throat told me I’d let the water get too hot before slopping it onto the coffee grounds waiting in the French press. But I sipped again, heat or no heat, because that first mouthful of coffee in the morning was the thing I waited for all night. The reason I get up is that first cup of coffee. Hello, new day, it’s great to see you.
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I made it from scratch. The crust, everything. I even pitted the cherries by hand after I picked them off the tree. The cherries were a little tart – just the way I like them. That was the best pie every baked in the history of the world. I wish I had a piece right now.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “a cherry pie.”
Her rattletrap Ford died in Austin, Texas on July 9, 1975. She wandered the bars on 6th Street until she found a fellow musician willing to loan a couch to crash on for a few days. Her new friend took her to a spot down by the river where a waiter dumped a bucket of crawfish on a piece of butcher paper in the middle of their table. She stared at the mess. She was supposed to eat that?
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Out in the middle of nowhere, AKA Cline’s Corners New Mexico, there’s a wind turbine that looks like an egg beater. It’s one of those failed designs that was supposed to be better for birds than the windmill type wind turbines we mostly use. I convinced my granddaughter that the Cline’s Corners turbine was used to scramble eggs for the restaurant below. People can be convinced to believe anything at all.
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She stood in the kitchen, staring. She couldn’t choose. A banana? An orange? Some strawberries? Why were there so many choices? She couldn’t think it through. Maybe some coffee would start her brain – shake it into deciding mode. But there was no coffee. The pantry was devoid, completely devoid, of coffee.
Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “breakfast.”
