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Stories from Prompts
My Writers' Guild meeting this month was NanoWriMo based...which means not many people show up. Most find it useless to write spur of the moment around other people. Holly, our ringleader, wasn't feeling well, so we were left to our own devices.
I had some ideas to keep us occupied for our two hour meeting. First we went around the table and told of what we were writing on (there were only 5 of us, so it didn't take too long), then I cracked out the writing prompts :D
I had brainstormed a handful of writing scenarios, and we drew two at random each time, picked our favorite of the two, and wrote for 10 minutes. After I called 'time', you could hurry up and finish the story (because punch lines in short stories are awesome!), but the person who finished last had to read first. Great motivator to finish on time!
The two I am going to share with you all are Sherlock based.
Rating: G
Words: 190
Prompt:
Suddenly, someone gets hit with a pickle
It came out of nowhere. Suddenly. With a wet smack against the side of his head that sounded way too loud. John looked down at the pickle slice that lay against his foot and he wiped at the seedy juice that had smeared against his cheek. He looked at the plate of food in front of his companion, then looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock was busy writing something in a notebook. He didn't look up.
John cleared his throat.
Still no response.
“Did you just throw a pickle at me?”
Sherlock did look up then. “Hmm, did you say something?”
“I asked if you threw a pickle at me.”
“Obviously. There is no one else here.” He gestured to the empty room. “Unless you want to hazard a guess that we have a guest lurking behind the bookshelves.”
“Silly me,” John said, humour lacking. “Next question. Why did you throw a pickle at me?”
Sherlock was already back at his writing. “I needed it for an equation I am working on.” He flashed John his notebook.
John could see some haphazardly drawn diagrams and something that resembled a pickle.
Rating: PG
Words: 219
Prompt:
Someone you know gets turned into a mouse
John tapped his foot impatiently. How long does it take to find a tree to piss behind? He was so busy tapping his foot that he nearly squished a small brown mouse that ran up to him. John glared at the pest. “Shoo,” he told it, trying to sweep it aside with his boot.
It gave an indignant sounding squeak and refused to be shooed.
“What is wrong with you? Have you no sense of danger?”
The mouse didn't answer.
John sighed and bent down to get a closer look. The mouse looked familiar somehow. Something about his narrowed eyes and the way it seemed to be studying him just as much as he studied it. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help himself. “Sherlock?” he asked.
The mouse squeaked in response.
“What on earth happened to you?” He sat down on the ground and the mouse came closer. “I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do here. I didn't know it was even possible to change yourself like that and--”
A rustle from the bushes interrupted him.
“John? Who are you talking to?” Sherlock asked. “And why has that mouse got your sandwich?”
John looked over to see the little guy making a gallant effort to drag away a sandwich five times bigger than himself.
I had some ideas to keep us occupied for our two hour meeting. First we went around the table and told of what we were writing on (there were only 5 of us, so it didn't take too long), then I cracked out the writing prompts :D
I had brainstormed a handful of writing scenarios, and we drew two at random each time, picked our favorite of the two, and wrote for 10 minutes. After I called 'time', you could hurry up and finish the story (because punch lines in short stories are awesome!), but the person who finished last had to read first. Great motivator to finish on time!
The two I am going to share with you all are Sherlock based.
Rating: G
Words: 190
Prompt:
Suddenly, someone gets hit with a pickle
It came out of nowhere. Suddenly. With a wet smack against the side of his head that sounded way too loud. John looked down at the pickle slice that lay against his foot and he wiped at the seedy juice that had smeared against his cheek. He looked at the plate of food in front of his companion, then looked at Sherlock.
Sherlock was busy writing something in a notebook. He didn't look up.
John cleared his throat.
Still no response.
“Did you just throw a pickle at me?”
Sherlock did look up then. “Hmm, did you say something?”
“I asked if you threw a pickle at me.”
“Obviously. There is no one else here.” He gestured to the empty room. “Unless you want to hazard a guess that we have a guest lurking behind the bookshelves.”
“Silly me,” John said, humour lacking. “Next question. Why did you throw a pickle at me?”
Sherlock was already back at his writing. “I needed it for an equation I am working on.” He flashed John his notebook.
John could see some haphazardly drawn diagrams and something that resembled a pickle.
Rating: PG
Words: 219
Prompt:
Someone you know gets turned into a mouse
John tapped his foot impatiently. How long does it take to find a tree to piss behind? He was so busy tapping his foot that he nearly squished a small brown mouse that ran up to him. John glared at the pest. “Shoo,” he told it, trying to sweep it aside with his boot.
It gave an indignant sounding squeak and refused to be shooed.
“What is wrong with you? Have you no sense of danger?”
The mouse didn't answer.
John sighed and bent down to get a closer look. The mouse looked familiar somehow. Something about his narrowed eyes and the way it seemed to be studying him just as much as he studied it. He knew it was silly, but he couldn't help himself. “Sherlock?” he asked.
The mouse squeaked in response.
“What on earth happened to you?” He sat down on the ground and the mouse came closer. “I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do here. I didn't know it was even possible to change yourself like that and--”
A rustle from the bushes interrupted him.
“John? Who are you talking to?” Sherlock asked. “And why has that mouse got your sandwich?”
John looked over to see the little guy making a gallant effort to drag away a sandwich five times bigger than himself.