Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Night on the Town

It’s late and I’ve been judging writing contest entries all evening.  At this point, I’m not sure if I’m in the Scottish highlands, a hackney workhouse, or adrift at sea in a pirate ship.  Judging from the blustery wind outside my window, I better bundle up, wherever I am.  Fortunately, I have a quilt, a cat, and a pot of tea to keep me warm while I work.

I’m hoping the weather takes a turn for the warmer tomorrow, since I have a fancy-dress work event to attend in the evening.  Navigating in high heels and a strapless gown is enough of a challenge without adding windy, wet weather to the mix.    Just once I wish the theme of the yearly event would be slippers and jammies rather than black tie.  I bet we’d all be more comfortable.

Since I’ll be wearing high-heeled sandals tomorrow, a pedicure is definitely in order; and what better way to fill the time while I’m waiting for my glittery polish to dry than with a little Random Word Improv?

Care to join me?

Whether you’re working away on your latest manuscript, planning a tropical getaway, or just relaxing and living in the moment, a few minutes of Random Word Improv are a great way to have a little fun and get some words on the page.  Feel free to play along with today’s words, with or without your own glittery polish.

Ready to write?

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.

Okay, here are today’s randomly selected “evening out” inspired words:

night               dance                  dinner                  photograph

perfume         band                   candle                  celebrate

tuxedo            darkness           balloons              strapless

stars                chauffeur          centerpiece       kiss

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.

2 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Night on the Town

  1. (Dashing this off typing on an iPad, because “crappy first draft now” is better than “polished product never”.)

    “You have to go! Your prom will be a night you’ll always remember!”, Stacey’s mom had told her. Stacy looked back over the evening and decided that it was one that was unlikely to be forgotten, by her or by anyone else.

    It had started well enough, with a dinner in the small town’s nicest restaurant, sitting across from Davey (No, she reminded herself, he preferred “David” now that he was “a grown man”…she tried not to giggle at the thought), her tuxedo-clad boyfriend, enjoying her very first candlelit meal.

    Things went downhill from there.

    She supposed it should have been a sign when David’s car wouldn’t start after dinner. Certainly it should have been a sign when David’s brother came straight from work to chaffeur them to the dance, particularly since Sam’s job was mucking stalls at the track. After the short-but-interminable ride to the venue for the dance (Can you call a gymnasium a venue, she wondered?), Stacey was pretty sure she no longer smelled like her mother’s perfume and now smelled more than a bit like what her dad politely referred to as “horse apples”.

    The centerpiece of her memories, though, was that magical (curses are magic, right?) moment when David put his arm around her on the school steps, right there under the obligatory balloon arch, and managed to turn her off-the-shoulder dress into a strapless one.

    Stacey supposed she had to (hah hah) shoulder part of the blame. If she hadn’t shrieked quite so loudly at the unexpected wardrobe malfunction, she could possibly have sneaked off into the night with no more than the nearest dozen students knowing what had happened. As it was, she was pretty sure that half the cell phones in the world (or at least the town) had snapped photographs before she’d escaped.

    A night you’ll always remember, she’d said. You have to go, she’d said.

    Boy, was she going to have a conversation with her mom.

    • In the rock-paper-scissors of writing, a draft definitely beats a blank page.

      Loved the “A night you’ll always remember, she’d said. You have to go, she’d said.”

      Fun entry. Thanks for playing along today.

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