Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now With More Randomness!

stopwatch graphicWelcome to Random Word Improv. Judging from the posts and comments on the blog this week, everyone is busy working away on their current stories.

All that writing deserves a break for some fun, right?

Whether you wrote a lot, a little, or none at all this week, a few minutes of Improv is a great way to keep those writing muscles in practice and maybe even jump-start your creativity.

All right, let’s get started. Today, not only do we have a Bonus Word but we also have a Bonus Character.   Incorporate one or both in your story for virtual bonus points.

Today’s bonus word is:                                 spontaneous

Today’s bonus character is (are:):             A plague of locusts

Here are the rest of today’s random words from a randomly selected random word generator:

devil                      passionate                    swindler               frolic

lucky                     promise                          daisies                   blowtorch

perplexing            fireman                        rival                       butterfly

For any of you new to Random Word Improv, here’s how to play:

  1. Pick as many words from the list as you want
  2. Write the first line(s) of a story incorporating your words
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

Okay. Are you ready? Go tell us a story!

*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.

Cassie_CoverAs I mentioned in Wednesday’s Writer Reboot post, I’m making sure to add a little fun to my own writing schedule. This week, I had fun mocking up a cover for the Random Word Improv story that I’ve been building these past few Fridays. Now I just have to decide what happens next in the story and how to fit in a “plague of locusts.”  Sounds like an excellent activity for my day off from work.

~ It’s worth getting caught when Detective McColl is on the other end of the handcuffs

Happy writing to all, and don’t forget to add a little fun to your own writing schedule.

8 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now With More Randomness!

  1. Love the mocked-up cover, Elizabeth! Hope that means we’re in for another instalment of Detective Cassie.

    I think I got all the prompt words. In this week’s instalment, the Duke del Fino, best friend of Prince Charming and Princess Cinderella, goes a-courting:

    Del parked his borrowed fire truck at the edge of the forest. Yep. Fay was at home. He could see her pickup in the garage, next to Cindy’s pumpkin coach.

    Fay was more than Cindy’s godmother. She was one smart, passionate, powerful witch, and any man stupid enough to treat her as a casual frolic was liable to find himself pushing up daisies. His own plan was to promise her forever, and a marriage to rival Chas and Cindy’s. If he could pull that off he’d consider himself a lucky, lucky devil.

    He’d tried the traditional approach; it got him a big fat nowhere, which was perplexing. In the end he’d treated Cindy to a glass of ambrosia and a plate of butterfly prawns while he picked her considerable brains.

    “Spontaneous,” he reminded himself. “That’s what Fay likes, so that’s what she’ll get.” He turned on the siren, drove the truck flat out down the lane and pulled up in front of her cottage, brakes squealing.

    “What the—”

    Fay opened the door, hands on hips, clearly anticipating some doorstep swindler.

    He swung himself out of the cab and strode over to the gingerbread porch, raising one hand to his hat in a formal salute. “Your house has been reported as a fire hazard, Ma’am. Mind if I take a look inside?”

    Her lips twitched. “I think you’re confusing me with the Three Little Pigs.”

    He wasn’t brave enough to throw her over his shoulder, so he drew himself up to his full height and waited. She took a step backward and raised one eyebrow as she oh-so-slowly perused the glory of his fireman’s uniform, fitted to perfection by his long-suffering tailor. Her glance was hotter than a blowtorch and he really, really hoped he wasn’t about to crash and burn.

    Then she grabbed him by the belt, dragged him inside, kicked the door closed, and fell on him like a plague of locusts.

  2. What a cute cover!

    Well, I can’t do much with a plague of locusts. Can I get half-points for a plague of mosquitos? Hmmm. Not sure what I can do with them, either.

    The child was supposed to produce a sparkly little snowstorm in her teacup. Instead, a plague of mosquitos came bzzzing out of the little devil’s teacup, winding frantically around the campers in search of blood.

    “Ooops,” Lucy said with an innocence that seemed just a tad practiced.

    Jack looked at her quite crossly, but a mosquito bit him on the ear. He impatiently batted it away and bellowed, “All right. Target practice. Ready the frost magic!”

    Soon, he had a dozen 10-year-olds, pointing and shooting without any regard for the welfare of their fellow campers. Zip, zap, frozen insects fell down among the daisies and lupins. Everything fell before their wrath: butterflies, locusts, the stray ladybird . . . . Jack hoped the ecosystem would recover before camp was finished. After a mere five minutes, the children were collapsed on the ground, laughing and happy.

    “Gee, that was the best class Professor Snape . . . er, I mean, Mr. de Winter has done yet!” Lucy said.

    “And I owe it all to you,” Jack said in his best Grim Reaper voice. Bloody hell. Well, at least they proved they remembered yesterday’s lesson. “Very well. Back to work. I expect to see some of that energy put into your teacups.”

    The childen groaned.

    “I expect, too, there could be some lemon syrup brought in from the cafeteria for tomorrow’s review class, if you can fill those teacups by tomorrow.”

    There was a short burst of hooray, followed by an astounding amount of concentration. Well, Olivia had been right. Her snow-treat idea seemed to go over quite well. You do catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

  3. Okay, here’s the next installment for Detective Cassie:

    Cassie was not in a good mood. Her investigation of the mayor was a bust and the case was going nowhere fast.

    She’d searched his office, conducted interviews, even watched his house for hours last night, but there was nothing to link him to the Goody Two Shoes gang, swindling, or the criminal activities going on around town.

    It was a little disconcerting seeing him dressed up like a fireman, frolicking with Reverend Upton through the living room window though. Apparently the mayor had a fondness for his shiny new blowtorch and the good Reverend was less of a “plague of locusts” guy and more of a “dancing with the Devil” type. Well, good for them both. Life is short.

    It was going to continue to get shorter if Cassie couldn’t figure out who was behind the current crime wave.

    The Goody Two Shoes gang definitely harpooned Nicolai at Barnacle Bob’s, but they didn’t plant the bomb. It was pretty unlikely that they had anything to do with the missing people either. They weren’t the type to commit a crime and not take credit for it. Plus, they seemed to draw the line at murder. Mayhem yes, murder no.

    Cassie hoped Nicolai was having better luck with the mayor’s daughter. Penelope could still be involved, even if her father was in the clear, though who knows what her motive might be.

    Too bad Nicolai turned out to be with the FBI; he was such a great suspect. He had motive, means, and opportunity for the crimes. Well, for all except the explosion. Unlikely that he’d risk killing himself. He and his brother really did own Temple of Pleasure, down on the coast though and the crimes did start around about the time they came to town. Give it up Cassie.

    Time to take another look at Barnacle Bob’s rivals. Tomorrow. Cassie had had enough of this perplexing case for one day. She locked the case files and all her notes in a desk drawer, grabbed her purse, and headed home, stopping at Henry’s Hotdog Haven to pickup dinner along the way. Some days just called out for a chili dog with the works and some tequila lime fries.

    When Cassie got home, her front door was ajar. She drew her gun and slowly entered the apartment. In her present frame of mind, an intruder was more likely to wind up pushing up daisies than to be arrested.

    The apartment was small and it didn’t take long to find him in her bedroom. “Nicolai, what are you doing here?” Cassie let out the breath she had been holding, lowered her gun, then took a closer look. “Wait, you’re not Nicolai.”

    “You are very perceptive. I’m Demitri.” He flashed a dazzling smile. “My brother has told me so much about you I just had to meet you.”

    Cassie leaned back against the wall and noted the subtle differences around the eyes and mouth. Demitri certainly had the same Greek god physique though. “So, you thought showing up in my bed was a good way to meet me? Naked?”

    “What can I say? I’m a very spontaneous guy.”

    “Crazy is more like it.” Cassie was noted that she had absolutely no interest in kicking him or stripping him naked, like she typically did with Nicolai. Well, okay, Demitri was already naked, but still. “Out.” She turned and left the room, retrieving her now cold dinner from the front door where she had left it.

    Demitri came out of the bedroom shortly thereafter, buttoning up his shirt. “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider? I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

    “Out, now,” Cassie said, “before I arrest you for breaking and entering.”

    “Tempting.” Demitri paused for a moment. “Will there be handcuffs.”

    “On the other hand, maybe I’ll just shoot you.”

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