Random Blurb

My mom bought this really neat book for my siblings, called 642 Things To Draw. On each page it has one or two ideas for things to sketch out. It's pretty neat, but I'm not the artsy type.

Then she got 642 Things To Write About. It's awesome. 

Some of the ideas included are:
1. Find a short story you haven't read yet. Read the first two-thirds. Then pick up the story where it leaves off, and write it's end.
2. Write about two characters who have known each other for a long time, and give one of them a secret.
3. Start a story with the line "My mother broke every plate in the house that day."
4. Write ten sayings for fortune cookies.
5. You can only keep one memory from your entire life. What will it be?

So every once in a while I pick it up and write a little blurb, some of which may make it up here, and some may not.
Anyhooo... Here's one I wrote 7/3/13 (which I know because I date each one when I finish them). Actually, it's kind of two prompts, but they relate back to each other, which makes it one blurb. If that makes any sense. Oh, and one last thing. Please keep in mind that I wrote this at about 11:00 pm.



Start a story with: "This is what she wants most in the world."

"This is what she wants most in the world." The hawk-nosed warden slapped a flash drive down on the rickety table. "I asked her."

I snorted. "What's on it?"

"The missile plans. Our own, of course." He smiled as if he had just discovered cheese single-handedly. "She'll sing like a bird if we offer her these."

"Really." I wasn't even close to being convinced. "The girl who hacked your prison server in thirty seconds will spill her guts for a few missile plans she could sell on the black market in five minutes if you gave her a computer? You forget I worked undercover with her.



After the above prompt, try this: "She is lying. This is what she wants most in the world."

I shook my head and leaned forward. "She is lying. This is what she wants most in the world: Out."

"Out?" The warden repeated. "Out of prison? Ain't happening."

"No, you dolt." I growled. "Out of this life. A fresh start; a new identity. Offer to wipe her record, set her up with a new name and never bother her again. If she goes for anything, she'll go for that. If not, you can always take her to the basement."

He frowned. "I ain't entirely comfortable with the facilities down there."

"I didn't ask if you were comfortable!" I shouted. "This is a prison, not a resort! I need that information. I don't care if you bribe her or take her to the basement and peel her like a grape. Make her talk!"


Welp. That's it. I'll probably put some more up before too long.


Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass!
-Trinity