I don’t know anyone who thinks they’re “normal.” Which makes sense because we all know our own flaws better than anyone else, so we disqualify ourselves from being “normal” faster than anyone else will.
Or maybe I hang out with the wrong people? What is normal, anyway?
writing prompt: Define normal.
Finish the following story. Bonus points if the barista makes it out alive and non-lupine.
“Fuck my life!”
The barista was having a meltdown, and I was the one taking the heat. At five in the morning. On my way to move to a new city, a new life, a new identity. And there I stood, in the middle of nowhere, being yelled at by a barista, and a hung over one by the looks of it.
All because I didn’t want foam on my latte. Pardon me, I can’t digest that foam.
People often thing that werewolves only show their furry sides during a full moon. Those people are wrong. This werewolf was ready to fluff and bare teeth over being yelled at for no damn good reason.
The silence between us was as solid as the counter that separated us.
Time stretched. And so did my muzzle.
Had a grand plan to start the new year on a more cheerful, optimistic note. But then things happened and I’m not even going to fake it. I won’t rehash or put my opinions out there to spark conversation or anything like that.
But I can contribute a writing prompt.
Something to help you keep writing.
Because we need creativity.
We need to make art.
We need to add something good to the world around us.
So, take this writing prompt and either make art with it or reject it in favor of something you want to write instead.
Just put words to paper.
Write a Shakespearean play starring Godzilla.
Stay safe, Ducky
So I went on vacation for a couple of weeks. Strange mix of magical, empowering, weird and stressful. More so than most vacations. Sometimes you just need to, though, you know? Kinda like writing. I need to put this out there today. Hopefully, it helps you put words to page.
Not all trap doors lead to dark places.
Stay safe, stay healthy.
Hello and welcome back to Writing Prompt Friday. So I accidentally took up backyard birding. The hobby of attracting, watching and identifying birds in one’s own backyard. I began because I wanted to entertain our cat Henwen. (She’s indoors only; no eating them.) Turns out, I end up watching the birds more than she does. And my husband likes watching the squirrels the come steal the seed.
One thing I’ve noticed is that there are serious bird politics going on at the feeder. Lots of chirping and shoving for prime spots (even though all spots are the same). And then there are the hummingbirds, who feed at a different feeder on the other side of the yard. Watching these birds is rather like watching an avian version of West Side Story, only without the romance.
Which brings us to this week’s writing prompt.
Like people who talk at the water cooler, write the dialogue of a conversation happening at the bird feeder.
Stay safe, stay healthy.