Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with Photos!

The cliffs in Ireland - In case you need some writing inspiration ©Eldridge Photography

The cliffs in Ireland – In case you need some writing inspiration.  ©Eldridge Photography

What should I do on my four-day weekend?  Read, nap, go to the beach, or maybe make some progress on the WIP?   The possibilities are endless.   I think I’ll get things started with some Friday Writing Sprints and figure out the rest later.

Care to join me?

Whether you wrote a lot, a little, or nothing at all this week, a few minutes of Random Word Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.  So settle into a comfortable writing spot, grab your favorite beverage and get ready to write.  The rose bushes are in full bloom, so I’ll be writing on the front porch today.  I’m planning on sleeping in though, so feel free to start without me.

Hana, Hawaii. ©Eldridge Photography

Hana, Hawaii. ©Eldridge Photography

Ready?

For any of you new to Random Word Improv, here’s how we 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.

Let’s see what you can do with today’s list of random words from a randomly selected random word generator:

               sparkle                 brother            explode               goat

                window              knife                    piano                    accident

                fairy                      twilight             patient                 fiction

                potential             flush                   scared                   confront

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.

Happy writing to all.

7 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with Photos!

  1. James was more than a little afraid to confront his brother, despite being armed with piano wire and a 10″ chef’s knife (Wusthof, of course; one must maintain standards) he’d selected from the kitchen, even though Robert appeared to be holding nothing more than a slightly annoyed goat. The problem was that look in Robert’s eyes. James remembered that sparkle far too well, having seen it just before dear (and dearly departed) Aunt Agnes left the living room via the window. There always seemed be an “accident” (always an accident, at least officially) waiting to happen, any time Robert’s eyes looked like that.

  2. Beautiful pictures! Gosh, your text had me thinking about a beautiful rose garden I saw in town! But then I saw the exploding goats in the words . . . not sure how to reconcile that . . . . Oh, I know!

    Cece’s rose garden had a great view of the town’s fireworks display. Every Fourth of July, she threw an ice cream social, and it seemed like her back yard had travelled 150 years back in time. Live piano music drifted from the window over the fragrant lawn. True, her ice cream was the trendiest flavor — lemon basil and hascup berry this year — and the fashions would have shocked any Edwardian matron who managed to slip through the time barrier. And the skies were punctuated with the most modern pyrotechnics; forget starbursts and smiley-faces. Exploding goats chased gods and goddesses across the sky in fireworks and lasers etching scenes upon the clouds of smoke. It was a beautiful evening, and then Cece’s grandson got up from the piano, grabbed the cake knife from the catering table, and bludgeoned his brother into unconsciousness.

    Robert had it coming to him, but justice must be done, and Joey was sent to a mining colony on the moon to work out 25 years for aggravated assault. He was out in 10 for extremely good behavior, and returned home on a rose-scented night, in time for Cece’s last Fourth of July picnic.

  3. Brother Frasier was an accident magnet. If there was an open window, he’d fall out of it; an exposed knife, he’d cut himself on it; uneven pavement, he’d trip on it.

    It’s not that the Fairy of Doom had it out for him. Brother Frasier was, quite frankly, the author of his own misfortune.

    He consistently refused to wear his spectacles, despite knowing better. Without them, he couldn’t tell a dog from a goat or a bookcase from a piano. His daily twilight perambulations had potential disaster written all over them.

    Sister Mathews periodically attempted to confront him about the matter but her heart wasn’t in it. It’s not that she was happy he spent so much of his time at the local hospital as a patient, but rather because the spectacles hid the sparkle in his big blue eyes.

    She was a sucker for that sparkle (she flushed just thinking about it).

    But, she was also scared he was going to seriously hurt himself, which is why she asked him to assist her at the popcorn booth at the local youth group’s Independence Day celebration, to keep him away from the fireworks.

    It seemed a safe enough endeavour.

    When the booth exploded, it was no real surprise to anyone.

    • I have such a sympathy for Brother Frasier! I do wear my glasses, but being near-sighted in more ways than the ocular, I tend to run into accidents.

      (-: I can just imagine. I used to run a popcorn maker at my theater job in high school. BOOM!

      I love the love that Sister Mathews has for Brother Frasier, too. I can make it edgy if I want, or I can keep it rather sweet. It’s a lot of fun imagining the possibilities.

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