Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – More Randomness!

stopwatch graphicAnother week has come to a close and what better way to wrap things up than with a little random creative writing. If you are one of the many participants knee-deep in week 2 of NaNo, this can be the perfect opportunity to take a little break from your story and recharge your creativity.

I’ve been staying on track with my NaNo word count so far (knock wood) and I am hoping to keep my winning streak alive. What better way to kick off a writing session (and increase your word count) than with some creative writing.

Since we’ve been having such success with it these last few weeks, how about another round of Random Word Improv. (Check the posts here, here, and here if you want to see some of the previous efforts)   Last week’s words inspired some great responses, so I thought it might be fun to add a twist to things this week and build off some of the previous entries.

So this time around, here’s how we’re going to play:

  1. Pick three words from the list of random words below (more if you’re feeling creative)
  2. Either:
    1. Write the first line(s) of a story incorporating your words or
    2. Pick one of the entries below and add the next lines to it (incorporating your words)
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

Here’s today’s list of random words from a randomly selected random word generator:

contestant          fracture               smuggler            bikini

auction                 door                      sissy                       homeland

abstinence          apology              gutless                  implant

villain                    corporation      stiff                        accident

hopscotch           playtime             antelope              innocent

Here are the two entries you can work with (courtesy of two frequent commenters on the blog):

Entry #1, by Penny:

Dismembered by a helicopter and becoming a crimson doormat for your own employees, wow. I don’t think that’s how Timothy James Bartleby, the third, planned to celebrate his new e-SMART building and multi-billion government contract.

Entry #2, by Scott

“What kind of twisted, perverted creep sneaks down into the cryo-hibernation crypts and molests one of the patients?” shouted Caitlyn. Steven flinched. It had been his job to keep his eyes on the security screen, and instead he’d been daydreaming about his upcoming week on the virtual beach, courtesy of the ship’s new holodeck. He suspected that instead he would be humping canisters of alphazyne across the shuttle bay as punishment, and that the only rays he’d be catching would be cosmic.

Okay. Are you ready? Go!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Ah, you’re back. Kind of fun, right? Can’t wait to see what you have come up with. I hope to see some creative efforts in the comments to motivate my own efforts.

Happy writing to all.

16 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – More Randomness!

  1. “Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder,” Mrs. Malaprop intoned soulfully. I tried to suppress my giggles through my tears, because laughter would have required an apology. Mrs. Malaprop could be the stiffest grande dame on the block if she thought someone was making fun of her, and she had been too kind to me for me to act the villain at her. Jimmy Malaprop had walked out the door, and I think she was ready to cry, too, if she didn’t have to support me through this sorrowful good-bye. I was seeing a lover off to the Philippines. She was sending her boy to war with a brave smile. Only God knew when we would see our darling Jimmy again.

    (I’m still in 1899; the war is the Spanish-American War. This’d be an awful beginning to a romance, but maybe a nice start to a woman’s journey. Maybe our “I” will become a nurse with the war effort . . . .)

    (Act the villain at her? With her? I’m going to have to look up that phrase. I’m not even sure it’s a thing.)

    • Aw, Michaeline, this would have won Michille’s First Line contest yesterday! Jimmy Malaprop is SO not a hero’s name, but I want to know what happens to him, and to “I” – she sounds kind.

      I have to be out of the house in about 5 minutes’ time, but I’ll try to check in later, probably end of the day my time. Happy writing, everyone!

      • (-: Maybe Mrs. Malaprop remarried. Not sure how to get that across in such a short space, though. Either we lose the son nuance (which to be fair, is reinforced later), or we lose the Malaprop surname.

        Also, google has Shakespeare using “act the villain” but it doesn’t take a whatchamacallit. Indirect object? Unless someone beats it with a stick and pays it an extra shilling, like Humpty Dumpty did with his words. (-: Rewrite. Anyway, I had to discuss it. It was a promise to my inner censor to shut it up and let me press send. I like “play the villain” too, but it’s got a different flavor for me.

  2. “I’m innocent, I swear.” Victoria gave it the works, all big eyes and heaving bosom, but Kevin wasn’t buying.
    “Don’t bother with an apology. That was no accident.” His lip curled into an expression half-way between a sneer and a leer. “And now, my dear, it’s playtime.”
    Incredibly her boss, the gutless wonder of Mega Corporation, was the wannabe Bond villain. He may have forced her into the bikini and gold body paint, but Victoria had no intention of tamely following his script.
    She stiff-armed the first smuggler, kicked the second hard enough to fracture his femur, played hopscotch over their writhing bodies and headed for the exit like an antelope in full flight, hoping to hell that her comms implant was working and George the getaway driver would be ready.

  3. Ooooh Scott’s sounded like fun, but as I already have a hat in the ring I would feel like a cheating cheater if I abandoned my own starter…So:

    Dismembered by a helicopter and becoming a crimson doormat for your own employees, wow. I don’t think that’s how Timothy James Bartleby, the third, planned to celebrate his new e-SMART building and multi-billion government contract.

    The Bartleby Corporation’s CFO stood chit-chatting with Homeland’s investigating contestant. Fewer contestants, by far, than I had anticipated when I was called out. Assured that the rest would crawl out like cockroaches, right about when I start trying to get anything done, I looked around and headed up the hill.

    Picking my way through the hopscotch board of blood, body, and helicopter bits on my way to the “accident” scene, I decided that abstinence was highly overrated. A little Irish coffee this morning could have paved the way to a better day for all of the people who might be involved.

    “Well Gentleman,” and I was using the term loosely, “I think playtime is over.”

    Wow! Where do you come up with these words? It’s like a possessed, evil-word machine was spitting out double-dog dares. 😀

  4. Continuing my earlier attempt…

    The Corpsicle Corporation had no sense of humor when it came to their patients. Even using the relatively innocent phrase “frozen stiff” was enough to get you tossed out the door. And when the door in question is to an airlock, that was no laughing matter. All well and good that your next-of-kin would get a polite explanation (but never an apology) along with your remains, but that was, Steve thought, cold comfort indeed.

    innocent corporation apology door

    • (-: I see one of your influences! I like it.

      While I can kinda see Bujold’s point that frozen space victims (and by extension, cryo-frozen patients) should be treated and therefore labeled with respect, it does seem to me that corpsicle and frozen stiff would be nice distancing/coping strategies for people who work for such a company. Well, I don’t suppose she’s really arguing for or against — she’s just showing what is.

      (-: Love your sense of humor, too. Ay, there’s cold comfort in an airlock, but none, I think, do there embrace.

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