Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

Friday already?  How did that happen?  I seem to have lost a few days somewhere along the line; I could have sworn today was only Thursday.  I blame it on the warmer weather and all of the turmoil in the news recently.

I’m afraid I’ve wound up spending more time watching and talking about the news recently than working on my writing.  Fortunately, we’ve got a holiday coming up in the middle of next week, which means a few extra days off work and at home, which should be the perfect opportunity to get some words on the page.

I think I’ll get things started right now by giving today’s writing prompt the old college try.

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.  Seriously – feel free to share.  I’m going to keep asking until someone does. 🙂

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 character to go along with our random words.

Ready?

Here is today’s writing prompt:

Write a story featuring:  a blind date

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

rebel                gloves             doomsday        boast

firstborn          doctor            flaw                   pressure

credenza          blunder          opposition        rich

episode            mindless        horrific              model

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!

3 thoughts on “Elizabeth: Friday Story Time and Sprints

  1. Thank you for doing this, and do keep asking! Even though I can’t play every week, I read it and think about it. (-: And sometimes I break the rules, and sometimes I stick to the theme and get most of the words in. Here’s a quickie attempt:

    Never, never, never take a blind date to a wedding. I wish it had been in Momma’s Little Book of Wisdom, or a wise aunt had told me, although it probably wouldn’t have done any good. I’m not totally devoid of common sense, unless I’m desperate. And oh, boy, was I desperate!

    My frenemy, Louisa, stole my boyfriend and business partner Rafael from me, then married him. Thank goodness it takes a year to prep for the kind of wedding Louisa wanted, because I got over my snit in three months, and for the sake of our business, was able to construct some semblance of friendliness with Rafael again. Louisa, though, thought I was trying to steal Rafael back. As if! As if I’d get back together with a cheater and a flake, even if he was incredibly handsome and very intelligent. No, the flickering candle of love I cherished with Rafael was blown out completely, although I didn’t mind making Louisa nervous. It was fun, and she deserved it after stealing my man. If she’d just waited a month, she could have picked him up for half-price on the bargain table; I was about to dump him anyway.

    But anyway, about my blind date. My wise aunt, Charlotte, set me up with Theodore, who was a doctor and had no college debt because of scholarships. Scholarships! Oh, I love me a smart man, and the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous was all I needed in a plus-one to this wedding. He could have the manners of baboon for all I cared, as long as he didn’t drip on his tie before the pictures were taken.

    But Teddy . . . Teddy looked great on paper, and we made it through the ceremony and half the reception with Louisa shooting daggers with her eyes at both of us. So sad that she was so distracted on her special day, I thought. I soon had cause to regret my foolish, naïve thoughts. She had a great reason to be distracted.

    The music had just started for the dancing, when Teddy snapped on a pair of surgical gloves, went to the DJ stand, and pulled the plug on the electricity. The flower girl, who must have been his accomplice, grabbed Louisa’s train and wrapped it round and round her feet until she couldn’t move without falling over, while Rafael protested ineffectively. Poor Rafe. Great businessman, but it was way too bad that he made a lousy ninja. Teddy sat down at the community hall piano, and proceeded to pound out the most dramatic cadenza I’d ever heard. Magic flew out of the piano . . . no, I mean it! Literal magic! It twisted and wreathed like green smoke before forming some sort of monster that slowly made its way towards the screaming bride, who was still trying to free herself.

    Now, here is where Rafe tried the aforementioned ninja moves — he should have known better than to battle a smoke monster with a karate chop, but he fell through the phantasm, and knocked himself off on the credenza next to the buffet. This brought the whole situation to the dreamy-eyed guy next to the credenza (I found out later that Louisa had hired him to make sure the food wasn’t poisoned — she really had bigger things to worry about at that wedding than my antics, that’s for sure!), who turned out to be a seventh-level mage. (And very lousy at keeping secrets during pillow talk, the dear boy! That’s how I know — but shhhh! Keep it between us.)

    With three swift-magical-movements, he’d removed Louisa’s train from her feet, dumped the flower girl into the wedding cake, and brought the chandelier down on Teddy’s head. Rafe finally came out of his stupor with some help from Louisa, who gently slapped him with her blue gloves until he came to, and with startling alacrity, organized the waiters to clear the mess. Dream-boy Wizard wandered around the hall, talking to each guest, and as they shook his hand or gave him a hug before parting, a most peculiar look came over their faces, then settled into happiness.

    Dream-boy came over to me, but I wasn’t having any of his funky magical lobotomy. I stepped back. “What are you doing to those people?”

    “Oh,” he said gently. “You noticed? Nothing. Just helping them to forget the whole scene and enjoy the party. I’m not sure if it’ll work on you, though,” and he tried to reach for my hands, as if flattery would get him everywhere.

    “Nope. I want to treasure this memory — I wish Louisa well and everything, and in a few more months, I probably will forgive her for stealing Rafe from me. But in the meantime, don’t take this away from me.” I showed him my medallion. His eyes widened, in recognition, I suppose, which was even more flattering than his words.

    “There shouldn’t be any harm in leaving your memories be,” Dream-boy said. And he smiled fetchingly, and turned to leave.

    “Hey,” I said. He looked back over his shoulder, his lovely profile making my breath catch in my throat for a second. “What are you doing after the wedding? I know this little café with great tea and even better live music.”

    “I’d like that,” he said. “I’ll meet you in the vestibule at 8:30, if you don’t mind waiting.”

    “I don’t mind at all,” I said. I went to go help Rafe bundle Teddy into the unmarked white catering van that rebels used as a paddy wagon. For all his faults, Rafe was part of my destiny, and a good business partner. And I had one of those strange feelings, the kind that turn out to be predictions, that I’d met my soul mate at his wedding, for better or worse. I smiled as I let Teddy’s head bang against the van’s rear bumper. I think that’s the moment when I realized I was finally ready to settle down.

      • Thanks! I think I want to do a bunch of little wedding stories as practice for my Jack and Olivia wedding — which is not my current story, but my next-in-line WIP. I should probably throw the rules out the window and just do the wedding story, but I feel like there’s still a lot of necessary stuff in the current WIP that needs to be discovered. I could always go back, and then re-do both as necessary.

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