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[01 Sep 2007|10:20pm] |
My schedule got disrupted quite a bit when my summer holidays started. I also visited a friend in Berlin last weekend who strongly adviced me to do my main writing in Icelandic which made an awful lot of sense. I'm still going to try to continue the daily writing but will only post here if it'll be in English and worth posting. ;)
Anyhow, I decided to drop some prompts since I am not posting any of my writing. Have been brainstorming this afternoon for a project I'm changing.
Prompts:
Words of advice.
"I feel rejected."
Photo:
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| Indeed |
[19 Aug 2007|09:10pm] |
I decided to do my writing off this community for the weekend. It was a total of 1242 words that I did today seeing as I was lacking my daily dose for the past two days.
I thought I might leave some prompts as well. :)
Prompts:
Merchandise
"Also, I can kill you with my brain." - origin unknown
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| Breaks 'em Down |
[16 Aug 2007|10:46pm] |
I found the inspiration for this from a song name by Peanutbutterwolf. The name of the artist itself might be one for tomorrow, haha.
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Prompts:
Controversial
"Kids in cars cause accidents, accidents in cars cause kids."
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| Perfect |
[15 Aug 2007|03:42pm] |
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Prompts:
"The living dead don't do dishes!" - not sure where this one's from, but I saw it on an LJ icon a while ago :P
End of summer
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| Ununderstandable |
[14 Aug 2007|10:16pm] |
Was on a bit of a downer regarding inspiration and ability tonight so I decided to skip English this time around. Not planning to make a habit of it, not on here, haha.
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Prompts:
Car breakdown
"I think I have a stalker!"
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| Losing control |
[11 Aug 2007|11:21pm] |
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Prompts:
"These are the things that keep us together." - Black Box Recorder lyrics
Experimental cooking.
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[10 Aug 2007|11:31pm] |
I was so close to ditching this today and do double tomorrow but with an hour to midnight decided I really had no excuse, haha. So now I have 25 minutes to go and 439 words, woohoo! Goodnight! ;)
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[10 Aug 2007|02:16pm] |
"I never saw it coming."
lost book / found book
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[08 Aug 2007|02:33pm] |
It was rather hard to get started today but I did it, whoo! I feel out of practice, haha. :P
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| Prompts |
[07 Aug 2007|09:39pm] |
I miss writing. I write better (and more consistantly) with prompts. Figuring that any others who check out 400 words community are looking for prompts, I figured I'd post a few to try to get the ball rolling again.
"Even if it kills me...I'm gonna make you love me again."
Click here to be directed to a picture prompt
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| Think less, act more |
[07 Aug 2007|03:14pm] |
I've been trying to get back into the gear for writing but not doing so well so seeing how active  kamerad has been in this community I thought I shouldn't make more excuses. ;)
For now I'm just experimenting with fleshing out character ideas.
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| If it moves, shoot it. |
[13 Oct 2006|11:12am] |
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From an older prompt. "If it moves, shoot it. If it doesn't move, shoot it. If you think it might have moved, shoot it."
592 words.
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[08 Oct 2006|06:45pm] |
Another 3 prompts...
Total absence of humour renders life impossible."
-Colette
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"How dare you!"
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There is no revenge so complete as forgiveness.
-Josh Billings
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[06 Oct 2006|03:48pm] |
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There’s something satisfying about a free coffee. I get the same thing every morning in the café at school—a short Very Vanilla Javanella coffee with cream and two sugars. The nice lady at the register gave me a punch card and told me that once I got nine punches in my card I could get a free coffee. I thought, “There really is something satisfying about coffee. There is something extra satisfying about free coffee.”
I smiled at the lady and thanked her for the punch card. The next day I went to the café and got a short Very Vanilla Javanella coffee with cream and two sugars. I went to the register and handed my card to the cashier (it was a different cashier than it had been the day before). I know this cashier. She punched my card twice for one coffee! She winked at me and sent me on my way. Amazing. I was thrilled. If I could get the same lady to punch my card everyday, I’d have my free coffee in five days.
I religiously went and got my coffee every morning and some days I got one punch and some days I got two. I suppose it wasn’t really a big deal because I like coffee and $1.29 isn’t all that much to pay for 12 ounces of deliciousness.
Yesterday rolled around and I realized it was time for my free coffee. So I got a GRANDE Very Vanilla Javanella coffee with cream and three sugars. I walked proudly to the register and handed the cashier my punch card. She congratulated me on my achievement—I drank a lot of coffee.
I took the grande coffee to my Modern American Poetry class and listened to the professor ramble on about Modernism, T.S. Eliot and Hart Crane. I smiled and nodded when he asked me if I understood the concepts he was talking about. I smiled, nodded, and sipped my grande Very Vanilla Javanella.
The class is one hour and fifteen minutes long. By the time the class was over, I had downed 24 ounces of coffee. This English professor likes to ramble on over class time and I really needed to leave. He was trying to make a point about something (Langston Hughes maybe) and I could feel my eyes turning yellow. I smiled and said, “Dr. Kuhar, I really have to pee.”
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