Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

It’s another Friday and the end of another business trip.  Ah, I remember the good old days when traveling was only something I did for fun.  Now my schedule seems to be jam packed with conferences, working sessions, and (shudder) speaking engagements.  Obviously my cloak of invisibility has malfunctioned big time.  On the plus side, I’ve been getting a lot of positive feedback, so there’s that.

This week’s trip wrapped up a bit early, which is a good thing since I forgot this Sunday is Easter.  I better add a trip to the grocery store to the schedule or we’ll wind up celebrating with left-over pizza and Kit-Kat candy bars.  Not that that’s bad, but I was kind of hoping for something a little more traditional.

Once I get back from the store I should have plenty of time to do some writing and get a good number of words on the page.

Care to join me?

For those of you working away on a story (whether a first draft or a polished version on its way to publication), we’d love to hear a bit – whether it’s a scene, a paragraph, or even a phrase that you are especially pleased with and would like to share.

If you don’t have a story in progress, or just want to work on something new, maybe today’s writing prompt will catch your creative fancy.   This week we’ve got a situation and some random words to work with.

Ready?

Here is today’s writing prompt:

Write a story with the theme:  waiting in line (in a queue)

And includes any (or all) of the following random words:

ambush               clock                      hype                      sexiest

couple                 house-guest        diplomatic          werewolf

victory                 pavement           cosmetic              auction

carnivore            badge                   mirror                   sideshow

Whether you’re sharing a bit of your current work or writing something fresh based on the writing prompt, we hope you’ll join us for today’s Story Time.

Happy writing to all!

2 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

  1. If I’d known he was a werewolf, I never would have bid for him in the auction.

    Sure, people called him Wolf, but I thought maybe he was German, or Austrian, or something. I knew he was Colonel Hughes’s house-guest, and I’d seen him at the victory parade, but nobody told me he was Special Ops. An ambush specialist, apparently, and if the bad guys sometimes lost a limb or two, well, he was a carnivore, it was almost a badge of honor with those guys.

    The dinner date auction was a sideshow, a little hype for the local press, a fun way to warm up the punters before the serious moneymaking started, and I’d promised to make a bid. I’d eliminated my co-workers, my brothers and both my exes, which left the guy with shiny mirror lenses and the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. Now we were out on the pavement, the most unlikely couple in the city. The clock was ticking, and there was no diplomatic way out of this.

    “I’m vegan,” I said. “I don’t think I’m your type.”

    “Too late now. You won me, you’re stuck with me.” He grinned evilly, flashing the widest, sharpest, whitest set of teeth I’d ever seen in my life.

    “I don’t suppose those are cosmetic.”

    “Nope.”

    Argh.

    He tucked my arm through his and set off at a leisurely pace toward the seafront. It was a warm summer’s night and the food stalls were doing a roaring trade.

    “Where are we going?” If he said barbecue I’d have to dump him, date or no date.

    “Paolo’s. We’ll have to stand in line, but trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.” Incredibly, he steered me toward the red, white, and green awning of my favorite stall. He leaned in close. “Don’t tell anyone I said so, but his porcini mushroom risotto tastes better than steak.”

    • What a fun piece, Jilly. I think my favorite line is “Sure, people called him Wolf, but I thought maybe he was German, or Austrian, or something”.

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