Saturday, April 30, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #19

It was going to be a good day. Michael knew that when he woke up. After all it was not ever day in the little kingdom that you had a good hanging.

These prompts are not part of any on going contest at Pirate's Cove or Flying Island Press, but you might get some extra points if you submit a story that is based on one of our prompts. Flying Island Press

Friday, April 29, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #18

Kyle, woke up to the smell of wet dog. He hated that smell, it always reminded him of growing up in the king's kennel. He started to pull the blanket over his head, when we remembered that he didn't have a dog.

These prompts are not part of any on going contest at Pirate's Cove or Flying Island Press, but you might get some extra points if you submit a story that is based on one of our prompts. Flying Island Press

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #17

Patsy looked at the server farm with a mixture of admiration and fear.
The room looked like something out of a movie. Hundreds of server
clusters stood a few feet apart humming to themselves in semi darkness.
All that was needed to make it into a horror would be if they pumped in
some dry ice smoke to lay across the floor. Now she was in charge of
this place.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #16

Marget hated putting on rented bowling shoes. The idea that someone else's
sweaty, smelly foot had been in there only hours before turned her
stomach. It made the whole experience of bowling just distasteful. She
had thought about buying her own set of course, but thought better of it
when she had seen the price. Since she only bowled once in awhile she
could never justify that, not when going bowling was supposed to be
a cheap date.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #15

With more hesitation that he thought was necessary Mary put the coins on
the table. He did feel bad for her, but a deal was a deal. Besides, It
was not like he was taking her last pieces of gold.
"There you have it." she said "My last pieces of gold."
On second thought, maybe he was.

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Monday, April 25, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #14

It didn't take long for Jack to realize that he was not where he had
been when he lay down to go to sleep. This place was nothing like the
cell he had been in for the last ten years of his life, this place as
actually warm.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Daily writing Prompts #13

"At the risk of getting the tar beat of me, what the heck is going on here?" John asked the three men dressed all in black and sporting ninja swords.