Writing Prompts

Up in the Boise foothills every day we give the kids writing prompts and let their imaginations soar, a la the red wing yellow breasted blackbird titmouse great horned warbler. Please, allow me to present you with these helpful writing prompts (I stole this parody idea from some dude in McSweeneys, but the prompts are 100% Blogagaard).

1. You've just slept with your father for the first time and afterwards he slaps you on the ass and tells you to take out the trash. You hate taking out the trash. Flush out the ensuing conversation.

2. You've been hired to take out a llama who owes the wrong person money, but instead of whacking the llama you fall in love with it. What next?

3. You're an alcoholic algebra teacher fighting for his job in a cold small town. Your one special talent? You make the numbers come alive by rubbing your body on things, such as furniture.

4. Tell a story from the point of view of Paris Hilton's vagina. Bonus points if the story is set in prison.

5. Your toaster is channeling the voice of your high school football coach, who died last week in a thresher accident. He wants you to stop sulking and be a man, and perhaps rob a liquor store along the way.

6. You're a woman in her mid-thirties who can't find a husband and likes to scowl and eat ice cream. Suddenly, you're dating Optimus Prime, and you like it.

7. You live in Boise, Idaho, and can't find your TV remote. Where the hell did it go?

All right! I hope these prompts helped spur you on to greatness. Feel free to post your stories as comments!

6 comments:

Rand said...

Herbach stole your TV remote! He won't give it back!

The End

David Oppegaard said...

Ah, so that's what happened. Geoff, I would have just given you the remote, had you asked.

Kelly Coyle said...

#7 sounds like a good reality show pitch.

mm said...

"Don't forget the shotgun."

A blood-red glow from the toaster provided the only light in my dark kitchen.
I pulled my old jersey over my head. Then I placed the football helmet onto my head and tightened the straps.
The shotgun felt cold and heavy as I lifted it off the table. The toaster expunged some burnt bread in approval.

"I'm ready coach".

"Good. Go be a man and make me proud. Oh, and grab a bottle of 20 year old Scotch while you are there."

"Scotch? But Coach, you're a vengeful spirit haunting my toaster..."

"Quit whining and get 'er done boy!"

"Yes sir!"

I ran out the door, and into the night, ready to make Coach proud.

FIN.

David Oppegaard said...

Awesome. I love the "blood-red glow from the toaster". I'm haunted by it even now...

Rachel said...

kids writing promps?! u r bad...

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