Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – It’s a Wrap

10624684_10152440604581945_883025701607382375_nFlight 2016 is beginning its final descent – not soon enough for some folks – and the universe seems intent on shaking things up to the very end.

I’m doing my best to enjoy the remaining holiday glow and keep things in perspective.  Reading things like this tumbler list of Good Things that Happened in 2016 is helping with that, as are revisiting some favourite books and re-watching a much-loved movie or two.

Before we close the books on 2016, there’s time for one more round of Random Word Improv.

Care to join me?

Whether you’re back at work, enjoying some well deserved time off, pursuing joy, or just trying to make it from one day to the next, few minutes of Random Word Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.  I’ll be giving today’s words a try . . . just as soon as I finish one more chapter in the book I’m reading.  Feel free to start writing without me.


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 (or a whole mini-story) incorporating your words
  3. Post your results in the comments section.

All right, let’s get started. Here are today’s randomly selected words – can’t wait to see what stories you find hidden in the list.

amusement        sign                   weather               difficult

madly                   pocket             star                        wish

valuable               absent             remember          promise

appreciate          fragile              song                     maddening

Are you ready?  Go!

*whistling aimlessly while you are off being creative*

Back already?  Can’t wait to read what you’ve come up with.

Happy writing to all.

4 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – It’s a Wrap

  1. Well, I was busy cleaning and cooking for the New Year, and so now it’s finally here and I can take a few minutes to have some fun! What a great list, and your link primed me to be happy. Let’s see what happens!

    The difficult weather meant that Jane was late to the New Year’s party, but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to think about absent friends, or wish for promises to be unbroken again. All that mattered was that she was here now, the champagne was delicious, and clever Sally had invited two men for every woman present. Jeff and Rex were already kissing as they shared a piano bench and a duet for four hands. That still left at least 20 potential mates in the room. Jane grabbed a fragile little mouth amusement from the canape tray, and let it melt on her tongue. Ecstasy washed over her as the cheese molecules seemed to fill her mouth and hit every good brain receptor in her head.

    She turned to find Sally and bumped into a tall stranger with strawberry blonde hair. He said, “That must have been delicious.” But he said it in a strange way, as if he were a researcher investigating the effects of cheese on single women. There was, at the same time, an intense curiosity coupled with a clinical detachment. It was as if he’d never seen cheese or a woman before, and was only interested in the interaction between the two.

    “It was.” And she impulsively popped one into his mouth. She was glad she did it; she appreciated the moment when his eyes closed in utter enjoyment, and suddenly she felt at one with him – she too felt that perhaps she’d never seen cheese or a man before properly, either. The interaction of the two was magnificent. She backed him up along the table, feeding him cracker after cracker topped with tiny little delicacies – glowing orange balls of salmon roe, a smear of liver pate, hazelnut cream, thinly sliced ham – watching his pleasure peak and fade then peak again as she fed him each new morsel. She was disappointed when she reached the end of the table. She’d never fed a man before; but she was determined to start her new year early and try new things. Emboldened by his passive acceptance, when she ran out of hors d’oeuvres, she kissed him. And he kissed her back, then took her hand and led her into the sun room.

    “I think you are the one,” he said.

    “The one what?” She wished he wouldn’t talk, and instead kiss her again.

    He opened up the pocket of his tweed blazer, and inside, she saw a shining star. From it emanated a song, maddening in its elusiveness. It sounded like something she’d heard a long, long time ago. “It’s surely a sign,” he said. “Will you come with me? My world has been waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you.”

    What did she have to lose? The old year, full of rules and habits, had left her drained and empty. She kissed him again, and was sure. She jumped, into his pocket, shrinking down to the size of an atom, and somehow, he was shrinking too, hurtling through space and time into the brightness of the star in front of them.

      • LOL, I couldn’t fit in amusements otherwise, so I just translated. “Valuable” went by the wayside. I kept hearing “Dignity is valuable, but our lives are valuable too” (like I’ve heard so often this year), but I couldn’t fit it in explicitly. Consider it implicit.

        Happy, happy new year! You are about 59 minutes in, aren’t you? It’s 6 p.m. here, and has been a good day full of naps, ukulele and a little writing.

        • You definitely get full credit for the words, whether implicit or explicit. Sounds like you’ve made a great start to the new year – I think I’ll follow that plan myself, sans the ukulele.

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