Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with Bodyguards

This has been a very long week and not just because of all that has been going on in the world.  At the day job, after almost of year of planning, we’ve just wrapped up four days of big, high-visibility events, which included a reception and dinner attended by CEOs and executives from dozens of billion-dollar companies.

It was a big deal.

I know that because a number of the attendees came with security details in tow, both hidden and in plain sight.  There were sweeps-of-the-room done before the events and pleasant but don’t-mess-with-me individuals posted around the room, making sure no one got anywhere they weren’t supposed to be.  Not quite the level of events my work week typically contains.  On the bright side, I got to rub shoulders with some very interesting people, on the negative side it meant a week of early mornings, late nights, drama, and problem-solving.

Now that the events are over and done with, it’s time to relax, regroup, and get back to normal (or at least what currently passes for normal).  Spending some time on my work-in-progress sounds like just the thing; I think I’ll jumpstart that with a Random Word Improv warm-up session.

Care to join me?

Whether you’re taking a break from the internet, working on your latest story, enjoying some “you” time, or just trying to make it to the end of another work-week, a 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 sleeping in today, so feel free to get started sprinting without me.  I’ll catch up once I’ve woken up and had some coffee.

Ready?

Today’s random words may be security-related, but the theme is up to you.  There will be bonus points for including a unicorn though.

headset               sunglasses          background        event

suit                        crowd                   quiet                     muscle

follow                   sedan                    watch                    secure

privacy                 calm                      trouble                 ignore

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.  Are you ready?  Let’s sprint!

*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.

6 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Writing Sprints – Now with Bodyguards

  1. Oh, boy, I am not entirely sure but I believe a lot of these words could be employed in a retelling of Thurber’s famous short story about a unicorn in the garden. You know, this guy wakes up and there’s a unicorn in the garden, and tells his wife. And she is really evil, and tells him he is crazy, and calls up the men from the sanitarium to take him away. And then SPOILER.

    LOL, It’s going to be very hard to write this one without reference to that story, but I’ll try.

  2. It looked like a normal, New York fashion event, at least on the surface. Fia, the supermodel, glided across the red carpet that divided the crowd, her white hair piled high in a unicorn’s horn, and her silver sunglasses emitting a halo of light. Her pink Divani suit glittered in the flash of cameras. In the background, quiet muscled fellows with headsets watched over the models with secure calm, alert to any trouble that would bubble up on their watch.

    They didn’t expect trouble to bubble up so literally. The next sedan pulled up to the curb, and spat out a passenger, and then another, and finally another like an elegant clown car. The models rolled across the carpet, and then Ravenna stepped out. She spread her black feathered boa, and the red carpet dissolved into a stripe of pink goo.

    All around Fia, the models scrambled to save their expensive shoes from the mess, but Fia stood her ground. She yawned. “Ravenna, don’t be such a bore. Follow me, and I’m sure Divani can find us a corner of privacy so we can discuss this like reasonable humans.”

    Ravenna slid along the strip of goo, not walking, but like a woman on rollerskates, propelled by unseen demons. She stopped with barely an armslength from Fia. “We haven’t been human for four hundred years, and I see no need to start now.” A blast of power from her hands sent Fia flying skywards.

    Fia landed on the roof of the sedan. Ravenna slowly turned, and Fia crouched in wait. Fia laughed. “So this is it. It’s time for the final battle, and all our secrets don’t matter anymore. I’m glad. Ravenna, I’ve been waiting for 410 years for this moment.” And with that, a blaze of silver light shot from Fia’s sunglasses, and threw Ravenna through the glass doors of the hotel.

    • LOL, good questions, guys. I’m not sure what happens next, but 410 years ago, little Robin Wright was supposed to award the most beautiful 8-year-old from Dame School with a fresh red apple. However . . . things went wrong, leading to a girlish rivalry, school yard dares, a showdown over Fia’s father’s gravestone — which also happened to be the site of a fairy ring. The girls “turn” and their rivalry is immortal, or close to it. Fia’s been passing as human. Ravenna has stuck mostly to the Underhill Gang. Now, though, it’s time to take a stand. Goofy humans, with all their faults, or with the powerful facist elves?

      • It’d be more helpful, though, if this final battle is related to the final battle in my Jack and Olivia story. I should think on this some more. I do think it is in the same universe. It’s got a few of the same aesthetics.

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