Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

If it’s Tuesday, this must be Belgium.

Wait . . . that’s not right.

Actually, it’s Friday although sadly, not a day off for me this week.   Things have been crazy at Ye Olde Day Job which means once more I’ll be heading into the office and spending the day in meetings instead of hanging out at home in comfy clothes and playing with words.  On the plus side, I will get to have lunch with a friend I haven’t seen in a while, so there’s that.

Once I get home I’m planning on a nice dinner, an adult beverage, and some productive writing time.  I’ve had a few good ideas lately for the story I’m working on and I want to make sure to get them on paper before they’re lost forever.

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.   In honor of the Avenger’s movie release this week, we’ve got a superhero theme to go along with our random words.


Here is today’s writing prompt:

Write a story featuring:  superheroes

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

serum            bloat                   murderous       zipper

slap                 enforcer            loophole            crazy

ghostly           moan                  grave                  hormonal

bake                camel                 hearts                 tragic

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. A third of the year has gone, and I haven’t done nearly enough of these writing sprints! I resolve to be a better person, and allow myself just to do the first sentence or two, and try to do them more often. (-: It helps that this is the start of a holiday weekend, and everyone is talking about superheroes.

    Zipperless awoke with a moan in a darkness that smelled of mouse droppings and forklift oil. She rubbed her head — no wetness that would indicate she was leaking blood, thank all the little sprockets — and fumbled for her utility belt. She knew she had a box of matches somewhere, unless she forgot to transfer them when she changed belts.

    But it was wasted motion; the lights came up, blinding her temporarily. “So, you are awake, you hormonal bitchslap.” A European baritone. Zipperless tried to see through her squint; a camel-colored wool coat and a ghostly white man with slick black hair was all she could see through her watery eyes. He approached, flanked by two black wool coats of noticeably cheaper cuts. “Where is the Bakewell serum?”

    It was in her utility belt, but she wasn’t going to tell this bloated mackerel and his enforcers that. Professor Bakewell intended to take that serum to his grave to keep it from crazy power-hungry rich people. Tragically, the Prof went to his watery grave with only his jockey shorts and two cement shoes. Zipperless had been on the team that found his upper half washed up on the Jersey shore. It had broken all their hearts, but not their spirits. Dean Whizbang was counting on her to drop it into the Mariana Trench; she was the only superhero with equipment that could reach those depths.

    The fish-faced leader slapped her, and there was his mistake. The power from the slap, as well, as all the heat in the cold warehouse provided her with just enough energy to land a super-punch, knocking him into piles of contraband printer paper on the shelves behind him. Her normal strength allowed her to knock the surprised henchmen out with a one-two kick combination to the steely jaws. Zipperless wasn’t supposed to damage civilians with the powers her enhanced suit gave her, but she did have the loophole for self-defense. And she took every loophole she could get. Henchman Two was dumb enough to have his cell phone out; she used it and hacked his biometrics so she could open the warehouse doors and flee into the night beyond. If she could make it to the airport, she could catch the red-eye express to Manila from Newark.

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