Character Writing Prompts: June 2017

Character Writing Prompts

This week, Les recommended we try something new. We have done several writing prompts for settings in which you could place your characters. But what if I don’t have any characters? you may be asking.  Worry not, for we have you covered with three unique characters this week. Perhaps in your story these three know each other? Let us know! We look forward to reading your stories. If you’re more art inclined then please share your artwork with us!

I have finally got back into the rhythm of writing every day, at least for the last three or four days anyway. I have a main idea worked out for Detective Peirson’s first novel length case. Yesterday, I had an unrelated scene stuck in my head. 1100 words later, I realized that it could be a fitting introduction to a major character in the world first introduced in our flash fiction, The Ceasefire. I have also been wanting to expand on the story told in Bayview, and I believe I have decided on the format. Screenplay. Something completely new and frankly terrifying to me. So, would any of you be interested in reading or eventually (fingers and toes crossed) watching Bayview?

Character Writing Prompts-June17-The skin on his hands were smudged black with ink and charcoal, as were his tattered clothes.
The skin on his hands were smudged black with ink and charcoal, as were his tattered clothes.
Character Writing Prompts-Jun17-She preened the brilliant feathers of her neck and breasts, ridding them of any traces of blood from her seafaring victim.
She preened the brilliant feathers of her neck and breasts, ridding them of any traces of blood from her seafaring victim.
Character Writing Prompts-Jun17-Her unruly, dark curls framed her piercing jade eyes as she traced the lines of my palm in the smoky room.
Her unruly, dark curls framed her piercing jade eyes as she traced the lines of my palm in the smoky room.

 

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Saving Time: Part 10 The Final Hour

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Saving Time - A Flash Fiction - READ FREE

The overwhelming stench of onions and maple syrup wafted through the air, assaulting my nose and waking me from a cold sleep. From the ringing in my ears, I wasn’t sure if I had been drugged or knocked unconscious. Either way, I was in Saving Time’s basement with that spineless Blue Tie and Jack Acetone.

My eyes were squinting tight in an effort to focus. Jack Acetone paced the dingy room. He was scrolling through a partially broken phone, my phone, with a furrowed brow.

Namer and Darlene’s ATM flanked either side of me. A ribbon of paper slowly printed out of the ATM’s receipt slot. Large block letters of blue ink: “Who did you call?”

“Don’t waste your time, sweetheart,” Acetone said. “She called Conscience Cleaners.” He let the phone drop to the floor and slowly crushed what was left of it underneath his shiny leather loafer. “Really?” he asked me with a chuckle. “What’s a bunch of janitors going to do? Mop me to death?” He broke out into an echoing and sinister laugh. The Darlene ATM rattled with amusement. “People are so unreliable. Unlike machines.” He had crossed the small room to place a hand on the ATM, patting it gently.

“Why are you turning these people into machines? They have families, kids!”

His smile darkened into a sneer. “Because, my dear, people, for the most part,” he said glancing at me bitterly, “don’t want to think. They want to do as they are told. I just help them get rid of that annoying ‘free thinking’ crap.”

The door opened slowly behind me letting in a beam of florescent light. “Hey, Dad? What’s the WiFi password? I tried typing ‘boobies’ upside down, like usual, but that didn’t work.”

“Not now,” Jack Acetone growled.

“Well, well, well. So we meet again,” Jack Jr. leaned casually on the door frame and shot me a wink.

“Go!”

“Fine,” Jack Jr. sighed. “Call me, babe!” and the door slammed.

Jack Acetone mumbled under his breath and shouted to no one in particular, “Melt down the last bin of gold parts and let’s get the hell out of here!”

“Gold?” I asked. “This is about money?”

“Of course it’s about money. Everything is always about money,” Jack snapped back at me through gritted teeth. “I already own this crummy town. Pretty soon I’ll be so rich, I’ll own this entire greasy state.”

“There’s a problem with the, uh, gold parts, Mr. Acetone, sir,” Blue Tie said quivering.

“What now?” Jack yelled.

“The, uh, parts were sorted,” Blue Ties eyes darted to me, “by design instead of by color.”

As Jack Acetone spun on Blue Tie, the door opened again. “Never mind, Dad. I figured it out,” Jack Jr said without looking up from his phone. “Oh and the janitor is here.”

A tall and heavily muscled man in a navy blue jumpsuit strode across the floor with casual steps.

“Who the hell are you?” Mr. Acetone growled.

The man sauntered passed Mr. Acetone and stood in front of me with an outstretched hand. In a thick Italian accent he asked, “Are you alright, signora?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but swept me up in his arm. He guided me toward the door pausing momentarily face to face with Mr. Acetone. “It would appear that you have made a mess of things,” he purred with his rich accent.

I retreated a few steps closer to the exit.

“Get outta my face, mop jockey,” Acetone’s face reddened with anger.

The man held out his hands in a gesture of innocence. “Don’t worry, Mr. Acetone. We’ll get this mess cleaned up.” He smiled at Mr. Acetone and winked in my direction.

A dozen men and women, all in matching navy blue jumpsuits, flooded into the room and seized Jack Acetone, his son, and Blue Tie. A few even took the opportunity to land a cheap shot or two to a solar plexus or kidney.

A middle-aged woman entered the now crowded basement room. She was clad in the same uniform, except hers had a strange insignia with an Italian flag on her chest and back. “The family is angry, Mr. Acetone. I doubt this slight will be forgiven.”

Mr. Acetone remained silent, despite the angry glare aimed at the woman.

“Thank you, miss,” she said to me. “I believe you have our number if you need anything.”

I nodded and backed slowly up the stairs. No one attempted to stop me, so I turned and fled Saving Time.

On the sidewalk outside, a man stood between the two entrances with a look of confusion. He held a package under his arm.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” he said. “My boss asked me to deliver this part for a, uh,” he looked at the label on the package, “Separator? Do you work here?”

“Hell no,” I said. “I quit.”

 

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Father’s Day Writing Prompts: June 2017

Father’s Day Writing Prompts

This week’s writing prompts are in honor of our fathers, Kip and Sherrill, as well as every father out there. Although I doubt either will use these prompts to create stories, we are always confident that Kip and Sherrill are in our corner, offering support, advice, and encouragement. Thank you both, so very much, for everything. We love you!

You may have noticed a lack of content lately. Our apologies. I hope you’re all still with us. I had a few weeks of overtime, which just so happens to falls exactly on the hours that I get the most writing done. During the overtime, we decided to improve our landscaping a bit around the house. Les discussed our progress in one of her Tipsy Scribbles post.

Once we finally got to take a deep breath, we ran away. Seriously. We hid in the mountains for a week without the computer. On more than one occasion, we discussed never returning. The fur babies wouldn’t have appreciated that. Plus there’s that whole employment issue.

Anyway, I have begun to outline the next story for Detective Peirson. That will be a novel rather than shared through the site like Red Herring. Flash Fictions will continue on an every other week schedule, with the next part of Saving Time coming this Friday.

Hope all is well! Please share your stories and artwork with us!

Father's Day Writing Prompts-Jun17-He is a High Mage, a mighty warrior, and King of the combined nations. Now he is also a father.
He is a High Mage, a mighty warrior, and King of the combined nations. Now he is also a father.
Father's Day Writing Prompts-Jun17-This isn't Star Wars! My dad can't be the bad guy, she argued.
“This isn’t Star Wars! My dad can’t be the bad guy,” she argued.
Father's Day Writing Prompts-Jun17-Tools and equipment lined the workshop. Everything you could ever need, except the only thing that matters.
Tools and equipment lined the workshop. Everything you could ever need, except the only thing that matters.

 

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Fantasy Writing Prompts: June 2017

Fantasy Writing Prompts

That troublesome real world has kept me away from fantasy for too long. So it’s only fitting that the first writing prompt post in weeks be fantasy themed. We have mysterious creatures to encounter and a locked treasure room to offer you this week. Share your stories and artwork with us on Facebook or Twitter!

I’ve had little opportunity to write lately. Copious amounts of overtime may be good for the bank account, but not so much for the writing schedule. We have, however, began an undertaking of landscaping our yard. Which I think is coming along nicely. Les has been sharing our progress on her Tipsy Scribbles posts. Subscribe to our site to stay up to date on everything!

As for the writing progress, Saving Time will be coming to a close soon. Flash Fictions will be every other week now instead of weekly. This will allow me more time to work on the bigger projects. Among those, I have a completed first draft for a Brix and Gregor adventure that is awaiting a rewrite and some brainstorming notes have been started for a new case for Red Herring’s Detective Peirson.

Fantasy Writing Prompts-Jun2017-The creatures were both elegant and fierce, but this one was just a cub.
The creatures were both elegant and fierce, but this one was just a cub.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Jun2017-After an era of stalking the world above, it was ready to return to the surface.
After an era of stalking the world above, it was ready to return to the surface.
Fantasy Writing Prompts-Jun2017-With a thunderous echo, the lock fell into place. He was confident the treasure room would never be breached.
With a thunderous echo, the lock fell into place. He was confident the treasure room would never be breached.

 

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