Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Welcome to the 60s!

1960sWelcome to another installment of Random Word Improv, or as I like to think of it, play with a purpose.

Whether you wrote a lot, a little, or none at all this week, a few minutes of Improv is a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page. As a plus, you might just stretch your creativity in new and interesting directions.

All right, let’s get started. This week we have a 1960s theme going on. The words are meant to invoke images of free-love, Volkswagen minibuses, Woodstock, and the more positive feelings of the 1960s. What you choose to do with them is completely up to you.

Today’s bonus word is:                   counterculture

Today’s bonus phrase is:              “can you dig it”

Here are the rest of today’s randomly selected random words:

Groovy                 peace                    love                       understanding

Hippie                  flower                  psychedelic        freedom

Eclectic                 tie-dye                 mini-skirt            copacetic

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*

You’re back. Kind of fun, right? Can’t wait to see what you have come up with.

11 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Welcome to the 60s!

  1. Groovy! Have to confess I didn’t know what copacetic meant (my husband, who’s a huge Bob Dylan fan, did) so I learnt something already today. I have a busy day ahead dealing with The Man, so will attempt to channel my inner flower child over dinner tonight.

    Happy writing, all!

  2. “Copacetic Corner? A Counterculture Commune for Retired Revolutionaries? What the hell is this?” Commander Mann pushed the brochure back across the table with a snarl. Hand-printed with vegetable inks on recycled paper, the cover was an eclectic mix of paisley-patterned swirls and fluffy clouds emblazoned with hippie buzz-words: “Peace”; “Love”; “Freedom.”

    “You didn’t read the good bits yet, Commander.” Rainbow pushed it back again. “I think ‘Can You Dig It?’ is an inspired name for an organic vegetable garden, don’t you?”

    “I don’t see what this has to do with me.” His eyes met hers briefly and slid away.

    “My mother is looking for investors,” Rainbow explained brightly. “She’s not getting any younger and wants to create a sanctuary for herself and her friends, but she’s having some difficulty raising the finance.”

    Commander Mann was seized by a sudden fit of coughing. Rainbow straightened her mini skirt, crossed her ankles and waited politely until he subsided before continuing with her pitch.

    “Apparently she has some kind of mystery blot on her copybook dating back to the sixties. We’ve been trying to get to the bottom of the problem. It’s very odd. She was in a couple of protest groups, nothing very radical, but afterwards there was a crazy rumour they’d been infiltrated by some kind of super-secret police task force.”

    “That’s the most ridiculous thing I ever heard.” Commander Mann’s face was a sixties shade of puce.

    “Exactly what I said, sir.” Rainbow reached into her macrame bag, took out a photograph and laid it on top of the brochure. “The flower child in the tie-dye kaftan is my mother. I’m not sure I recognize the groovy dude sharing her psychedelic mushrooms, though he does look vaguely familiar.”

    Mann stared long and hard at the photograph. Then he opened his desk drawer and took out his check book.

  3. Finally had a chance to get to my own Friday Writing Sprint. Enjoy.

    * * *

    The scene at what used to be the Sin Palace was far from copacetic. What used to be a haven of peace, love, and understanding was now a smouldering wreck with an eclectic mix of people milling about. The smell of smoke and melted plastic filled the air.

    “The flower shop escaped unscathed, as did the coffee shop on the other side of the building,” Cassie noted as they ducked under the caution tape and cautiously made their way toward the officers in charge.

    Nicolai looked around. “It’s lucky the firemen were able to control the blaze so quickly. The damage could have been a lot worse.”

    Cassie flagged down a fireman who was putting some equipment back on the truck. “Hey Fletcher, any idea about the cause of the fire or where it started yet?”

    “We won’t know for sure until we’ve done a thorough investigation, but it looks like it was some kind of explosive device near the reception area.”

    “Same MO as Barnacle Bob’s”

    “Maybe. Too soon to know for sure. I’ll let you know when we have more details.”

    “Thanks. Can we take a closer look around?”

    “Sure. Just keep out of the way and don’t touch anything.”

    The fire crews had set up some emergency lighting, which made it easier for Cassie and Nicolai to get a good look at the scene. The suspected explosion had sent a lot of the contents of the building out into the street. As they were making their way past a portion of what used to be the reception desk, Cassie spotted something sparkling on the ground. “What’s that there to the left?”

    Nicolai bent down and took a closer look. ““Whatever it was it was brightly colored. Now it has more of a groovy melted psychedelic tie-dye look to it.”

    Cassie looked at him in amusement. “Channeling your inner hippie, are you?”

    “What can I say,” Nicolai answered with a smile. “I’m a child of the 60s. A fan of free-love, tie-dyed t-shirts, and mini-skirts. I draw the line at bell-bottoms though.”

    “Don’t we all.” Cassie turned back toward the object. “Something about this looks familiar.” She called Fletcher over and pointed to her find.

    “Can you dig it out or is it embedded in the asphalt?”

    “We should be able to get it out.” He placed an orange evidence cone next to the item. “I’ll let you know when the techs are done with it.”

    Cassie had to be content with that. She wracked her brain to remember where she’d seen something with those colors before, but she drew a blank. She and Nicolai spent a bit more time at the scene, but learned little else. The few witnesses there were offered up conflicting stories about what had happened.

    “Do you think it is just someone who doesn’t believe people should have the freedom to patronize ‘adult entertainment’ venues or is it more nefarious than that?” Cassie asked as they made their way back to the car.

    “I’m thinking it’s less of a counterculture revolution and something more personal and closer to home,” Nicolai said.

    “You’re probably right,” Cassie agreed. “Revenge is a more likely motive, although a traditional love-gone-wrong scenario usually doesn’t involve quite this level of fire-power.”

    Nicolai unlocked the door. “At least we were only observers in tonight’s explosion.”

    “True,” Cassie said getting into the car. “This is the first explosion that’s happened around here recently that hasn’t ended up with you on top of me.”

    “The night is still young,” Nicolai said as he turned and flashed her a brain-melting smile. “I’d be more than happy to remedy that.”

        • BTW, I just wanted to let you know that while I can’t post on this very, very fun set of words, it has been inspiring just to see them. I’ve got another hellish week, but I’m turning around a short story in my mind that’s a sort of a prequel to my main WIP. (-: It doesn’t use any of the words (that I know of), but I still found the words important for shaping the story. Thank you so much for posting these! It always reminds me that writers write.

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