OK, bad joke. Here's a writing prompt for you. Dialogue between two characters can be the perfect launching pad into a good piece of writing. So here's a scene for you...
Two women are in the group fitness room at their gym, laying out their mats and starting to stretch in preparation for a yoga class. They are the only ones there, and after a few minutes, they find that odd, because the class is usually packed. The instructor is no where to be found either. Turns out they're the only ones who don't know the class was canceled. Write the scene and their dialogue as they first wonder what's going on, are confused, then figure it out, and then does their conversation move on to something else? What are they each going to do instead of the class? Did they realize they know each other in some way? Do they become friends? Do they end up fighting? Do they share their thoughts about the instructor, other people in the class? Do something with the set-up. Anything you want.
Hey! It's been a long time since I checked up on this blog. I emailed you awhile ago with a response to the 100 word mini story using one of each word. This is sort of totally unrelated, but heres a short one-paragraph story I wrote a few weeks ago that I was rather happy with. It's also one of the more darker things I've written. It doesn't really have a title yet:
ReplyDeleteIt was a full moon on the night that she killed him. The full moon was her signal. The night she promised herself she would do it. The one night she knew where he’d be. She slipped on her darkest red dress. She took her time making herself look beautiful, or at least, more beautiful than usual. She wanted him to think of what he could have had as he died. When she was finished doing herself up she pleasantly packed a gun with a silencer into her larger purse and walked outside. The sky was a deep purple, the moon an almost pale yellow color. The stars winked at her, and only her, as she liked to think. She called a cab, which was not that hard. She did, after all, look radiant tonight. She was dropped off in front of the theatre. She had no idea what play was being shown but she knew he would be there with the other woman. She bought her ticket to the show the second she found his note to the other woman. They had box seats up high, an easy target. It’s as if he was asking for punishment. Then, through the crowd of theatre goers she saw him and her. The other woman was wearing a short, black dress. He was wearing his best suit. The one that the he said never fit him right. She waited for them to go up the red carpeted steps to the box before entering the theatre. It was all very glitzy and elegant. If she were going to go through with this, it had to be a spectacle, right? The rest of the people sat down and the show began. She hadn’t paid one ounce of attention to what was happening. She just saw the way he looked at that other woman in the box. Then, when the show was nearly half way through he kissed the other woman. That was it. She took out the gun from her purse, pointed it right at his heart as she had practiced. The theatre was dark and the foolish people sitting next to her hadn’t even noticed what she was doing. Then, right as she was pulling the trigger she moved the gun to hit his head. She’d make it quick. The woman screamed, the crowd went into a panic, but she stayed seated with the smoking gun in her hand and before she was secured by the crowd, she blew him a kiss.