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Weekly Writing Prompt!

Writing Prompt

Hey all! Here we are, jumping back into an attempted proper blogging schedule. With that comes writing prompts, delivered to you fresh off of the… wherever I find them. In this case, it’s a huge list that my husband found for me! Without any delay, here is our writing prompt for the week!

I have seen this prompt a few times, and I really do love it! I would love to see your reply as well! I’ll try to have mine up some time over the weekend! If you end up doing the prompt, just link back to my blog! When I post my response, I’ll feature yours as well! Let’s all get creative, guys!

Until then, keep reading and writing!

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Weekly Writing Prompt

Writing Prompt

Hey, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but it’s good to be getting back into the groove of things! I am changing the day that I post my writing prompt to Monday, because it just flows better. I’ll be experimenting with my schedule on and off for January to figure out exactly how I want to settle into it! Anyway, I won’t waste a ton of time chit chatting, let’s get straight into the prompt, shall we?

You’re writing one day, when suddenly you find yourself pulled into your own story. What happens?

I thought this would be pretty fun – it’s also a way to talk about what you’re currently writing without having to spoil too much of the plot! I thought that it would be an interesting prompt to start the new year out with, if for no other reason than to get you interested in your current writing project again.

I will be posting my response on Saturday! On Sunday, I will do a second blog to link all of the responses that people do, so that we can make sure to share the fun around! If you end up doing this writing prompt, just make sure to link back to me so that I know, that way I can get you linked up and shared out properly on my blog! If you’re doing it on something other than wordpress, just comment a link to it on this blog, and I’ll make sure to still link back and share, regardless of the venue!

I’m really glad to be back to blogging properly, and I have to say that I have missed you guys, especially getting to see your responses to my writing prompts! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

 

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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Weekly Writing Prompt: 9/18-9/24 (2016)

Writing Prompt

Hey everyone! It’s that time again, where I post a writing prompt and see what you guys can come up with. I’m going to do a sentence prompt this time, I think… and I’ll try to gear it towards something that could take many directions. So, if you’re ready… here is the prompt for this week!


“I looked downstairs to see that the flood had submerged most of the house. That was when I noticed a faint light flickering through the murky water.”


There we go! So, what is that light flickering in the murky water? Is it something good, something evil? Is there a fantasy land? It’s completely up to you to decide, and I personally can’t wait to see what you do. My favorite thing about these prompts, especially a prompt like this… is that we really do have the opportunity to show our diversity as writers. We can shape a thousand worlds from this sentence, and elicit a thousand emotions.

I want to see what you shape.

I want to know what you make the world feel.

I can’t wait for you to show us all.

When you’re done, make sure to link back to me ❤ I want to put everyone’s prompts together at the end of the week!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 9/4-9/10 (2016)

Writing Prompt ResponseHa. I pick this gorgeous picture of a Lighthouse that is super inspirational for this weeks writing prompt… and I’m really expecting it to jilt me straight into writing.

Instead, I have a super busy week and don’t post very much at all… let alone work on this writing prompt.

>_> So. I’m taking a leaf out of my own advice book, because I won’t not do a writing prompt response.

Welcome to a Saturday Session of Amanda Can’t Write Poetry!


A ghost lives in that lighthouse

And it is her haunting gaze that lures in the sailors

Not her song

But her broken eyes

And the pain that shines out through their iridescence

She calls to them with her pain

And brings them to the edge of the structure

Their boats crashing

Their hands scrambling for shore

Only to find the lighthouse door locked

From the outside.


Heavy inspiration for this came from the song Lighthouse by The Hush Sound.

If you’ve responded to the writing prompt, make sure to link back to me! I love posting your responses to go along with my own!

Other Responses:

Kayla Dore | Steps Times Two | ProwlingThunder

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/28-9/3 (2016)

Weekly Writing Update

Hey everyone! I’m getting this weeks writing prompt up bright and early (and I’m not scheduling it this time, since that seemed to be a fiasco last time I tried it.) Anyway, this weeks prompt is actually a picture that my friend Kayla sent me. If she has a source for it, I’ll grab it from her. But it looked like something fun! As you guys have seen, I’ve been writing fanfics as my responses part of the time for these writing prompts.

Anyway – I thought that it would be fun if we could do something that would have us all delving into our fandoms. Even if we don’t write fanfics usually, we still have fandoms. And it’s those that we’re going to draw on today. So ❤ For today’s prompt, please follow the instructions on the photo below (if someone else knows the source to this, give it to me, please. I want to link back to them, because this is amazing.)


 

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So, there we are. It’s going to be taking the young you and the you today and putting them together in something that could be truly amazing. I’m honestly extremely excited to see what everyone comes up with.

Just remember, if you do the prompt make sure to link back to me – I want to be able to link your writing on my blog, so that everyone can enjoy it. Other than that, just have fun, write something amazing… and I can’t wait until Saturday to see what happens!

So, until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 8/21-8-27 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

Hey everyone! I’m trying to get this out before I end up going off for the day – I have a few things to do, and I wanted to make sure that I had the proper time to finish my writing prompt! The thing with this is, I usually wait until Saturday to write it, because it gives me something that is a specific goal on Saturday.

My problem this week is that I didn’t even think about what I was going to do, or what I was going to write. So… I’m going into this a little blind, but I’m sure that it will somehow work itself out. It usually always does.


Blood of my Blood

There was blood spattered across the walls. This was the last place I thought I’d see her. The black pitch color that my sister had dyed her hair was starting to grow out – the crimson color of her locks was showing through.

It was the same color as mine.

I’d never known about Sadie when I left the settlement, or I would have brought her with me – I didn’t have any love lost for my parents, but she was innocent. She was just a child… and she was a child with our looks, with our charm.

The only problem was, my little sister didn’t have my confidence to back everything else up.

I’d heard about her when I went back to the settlement that I came from – little Sadie, who had refused to follow in my footsteps and bring prosperity to the town.

Little Sadie, who had run off at a tender age, because she was afraid of what people might do to her, how they might use her.

Little Sadie, who had joined the raiders, because she didn’t understand that when I’d left… I had a position and respect within the Gunners – and the Gunners were organized and militant.

The raiders were savages, and my sister had apparently learned that the hard way.

I heard about her next from an old lover – Pickman, who told me of a beautiful young raider with crimson locks, who he’d spared because she had my full lips and bone structure.

He didn’t tell me what he’d done while she’d stayed with him, and it was probably better that way. I didn’t know my sister, but I was already protective of her – I knew what depravity Pickman enjoyed; I’d helped him to acquire some of those tastes.

I left him at his gallery, and continued my search.

After a few tender nights spent with a group of raiders, I managed to extract the information that she’d left their group, and they hoped she was dead. She’d been a sweet piece of meat that they’d all enjoyed their time with – their callous words were their last. I don’t know where I left their tongues…

And then, there was talk of a young woman, trying to make her way through the Commonwealth with a sniper rifle and stealth armor. She was beautiful, but she was afraid. She was deadly, but her insecurity kept her from being as deadly as she could be.

And when all else failed, she’d pull out a blade and carve her way out of a bad situation.

My little sister – sweet little Sadie. And I thought I’d found her at last.

But when I did, it wasn’t what I expected.

There was blood on the walls, and she was curled up in the corner. It was a raider den, and her clothing was half torn off of her, her armor barely covering her skin. There were streaks of crimson all along her body, and her raider paint was half smeared from her face.

Her lip was split, her nose was bloody…

And I wasn’t sure if she was breathing.

I rushed forward silently, wary of what was going on around us – there were raider parts everywhere, as though some kind of explosion had happened. There was no sound, no moaning… just the slow drip of blood that let me know that whatever she’d done, she’d done a damn good job of it.

I didn’t know if she was seeking vengeance, or if they’d simply caught her again.

I didn’t know if she was alive, curled in the corner with tear stains streaked through the pitch and blood that covered her pretty face.

It was only when I stepped forward, close enough that I could finally see her small chest rising and falling that I let out a sigh of relief.

My little sister was alive, and she was curled around a goddamn fatman that had clearly devastated the room around her and nearly taken her life.

I knelt on the ground and studied her carefully – she was everything that I’d heard about. Beneath the paint, beneath the blood and the bruises, she was a more delicate version of myself – all full lips and a gorgeous face.

She was my sister – she was the only family that I had. And regardless of if she wanted it or not, I was going to take care of her from this moment onward.


 

So, there we go. It’s a little more of my Fallout characters. You’ve heard about Jack. His little half-sister Sadie is my other character. She’s a raider, and it’s been a lot of fun to develop her back story as I’ve been playing here. I’ll probably write a lot more about these two; I actually plan on giving Jack his own novel (outside of the Fallout world), which means that Sadie will be featured in it as well.

I’m not going to write much more on this, because I want to go ahead and get the blog posted. ❤ I hope you enjoyed the writing prompt, and remember! If you ever respond to the prompts, just link back to me, and I’ll feature you on my blog, just like I’m about to do now!

Other Responses:

Kayla Dore | Prowling Thunder

So, until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/14-8/20 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

So, I’m doing it a little late in the day, but I have just completed my response for this weeks Writing Prompt! Apparently I needed to take it to a darker place? I was going to write another Borderlands fanfic, but then I decided that I could go ahead and put out a little bit of original work. So, it may still be inspired a bit by Handsome Jack? But, oh well!

The prompt was to use the following sentence: I told you that I was no good for you.


No Good For You

“I told you that I was no good for you.” They should be words of comfort, but they come out of cold lips. I can feel apathy marching across my body and settling into my center, like some kind of shield against what I’ve done.

Of course, I’ve done this so many times now that I know I don’t feel guilty about it – I don’t even know if I know how to feel guilty anymore.

Still, they’re laying there on the ground and they’re choking on a sob that’s gurgling blood. I think if they could have formed words around the gaping wound that was quickly spilling their life onto the ground around us, my great canvass, they would have asked me why.

Why did I do this – why did I get them close, just to slit their throat. Why did I make them think that I cared, when in all reality, I hadn’t truly cared about another person or thing in a long, long while.

And I wouldn’t have had a clear answer for them – at least, nothing that would have pleased them. I would have told them the universal cop-out of because.

Maybe I could have added on a little more.

Because I wanted to.

Because it makes me feel good.

Because you are nothing to me.

Whatever the because is, it won’t bring them satisfaction. And whatever question they might have had dies on their lips as the light flickers out of their eyes and the blood spilling from their throat edges forward and threatens to stain my boots.

I step out of the way before it can, and feel a slow smile curl across my lips. “I gave you fair warning.” I speak calmly to the body – and I had. They’d approached me and wanted more of whatever I had locked inside. They’d wanted to see the real me…

And I was only too happy to oblige.


So, there we go. I actually really enjoy writing from the perspective of evil characters, killers, etc. Especially on these little prompts – it helps me to have more realistic characters when it comes to writing novel villains… because the one thing that you have to remember is that they have a mind of their own, an agenda of their own, and in their head… they usually aren’t wrong. You have to remember to take the time and think of why your bad guy things that what they’re doing is right. 

Until then, here are the other people have done this writing prompt! You better go check them out!

Other Responses:

WriterNotWriter | Kayla Dore | ProwlingThunder

Make sure to check out those replies! I love seeing how everyone can come up with something different from the same sentence! If you want to be featured on my blog, just do the reply and then link back to me!

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/14-8/20 (2016)

Writing Prompt

Hello everyone! It’s a little later in the afternoon, and I do apologize. However, I am getting this weeks writing prompt up with enough time that people could finish it today, if they wanted to. You do, of course, have until Saturday to finish it, post it, and link me to it in order to get featured in my blog!

I think that it’s honestly just a great way for us to kind of network as a group – I loving being able to share you out to my followers at the end of the week for your hard work! Anyway, let’s get to the prompt!


This weeks prompt is fairly simply – it’s just a sentence prompt. I’m excited, because there’s a thousand different ways to take this, so let’s see where you go!

I told you that I was no good for you.


There we go. That’s it. A super simple sentence. Do with it what you will – horror, romance, humor ❤ I can’t wait to see what you come up with. I’m not even sure what I’m going to write about myself… and that’s part of what makes it so exciting! Make sure to link back to me if you end up writing the prompt, so that I can share your response on Friday!

Keep reading and writing, you guys! And keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 8/7-8/15 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

This weeks Writing Prompt was to write a story based on a song. I picked What a Wonderful World, but it was by a different artist, and it had a completely different atmosphere. That’s exactly why I picked it. People might still take the song for the context that it was originally composed to fit inside of. Some people might listen to it, hear the tones, and think that it’s about the exact opposite.

Warning… uhm… I’m the exact opposite. This is a Fallout 4 fanfic (I do those a lot) that is completely AU, and would never happen to my poor baby Quinn ;-; And yet…


What A Wonderful World

The grave was as cold as the day that I’d dug it, the ground just as wet – I knew that it had stopped raining in the half a year since the shovel had hit the ground, but it didn’t feel like it. Everything was gray, and a blur, and there was nothing but the clouds and the rain. Sanctuary Hills was under the constant cover of lament, and it hadn’t lifted since the day that Quinn had sacrificed himself to save us all.

Our General had died, because I wasn’t strong enough to stand by his side and make sure that he pulled out of the scenario with his life.

The Gunners had attacked, and they’d been more furious than I’d seen in a long time – the man who led them moved with a swift fury and violent opposition that I’d never seen before. At first, I thought that he had to be radiated – that he had to be something… but no, he was just a beautiful man; a beautiful redhead who cut through the outer defenses of the Minutemen as though they were rag dolls and paper.

I’ve never seen such a mixture of fury and void mixed into such lovely lilac eyes, but the man encompassed it all, and he took out men who were equipped in combat armor, who carried laser pistols, with nothing more than a knife.

Quinn had been acting strange for days – his eyes had drifted to the horizon more often than I would have liked, and he wasn’t eating. There’d been a battle outside of Goodneighbor, and I knew that people that he’d cared for had fallen. Paladin Danse, the young sniper MacCready. They’d both been cut down by a group of raiders that had banded with Super Mutants in an attempt to take over the city. Quinn had come home covered in blood, and his eyes had been just as dead as the man who led the gunners.

Only, they weren’t dead when he stood on that day – they were full and burning with something, and he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Preston, it’s going to be up to you. The world can still be something, if it has a general to lead it.”

“But General–” Quinn hadn’t listened. He’d darted out of the safe walls that we’d built around Sanctuary Hills, and the redheaded man had smiled. I had tried to follow him, but Quinn had done something, and the door wouldn’t open. I could do nothing more than to stare through a grate as he stepped forward.

“Jack, you can’t take it out on the Minutemen. They didn’t do it.”

The redhead’s eyes had narrowed, and his full lips actually quivered for a moment before he sneered. “They were supposed to serve and protect.” And then, his eyes narrowed and focused on Quinn’s face – it was bruised and cut; he’d come back from the fight torn up, and for the first time since I’d known him, I hadn’t seen him use a stimpak. “I trusted you to look after him.”

I could see something close to defeat and pain rock through Quinn’s body, but he held his shoulders straight. “You know you aren’t here for them, then.” He stepped forward, his hands on his pistols, though they weren’t drawn yet. The men behind the redhead had stopped, watching him with a reverence and something akin to fear shining in their eyes. No one dared shoot – no one dared speak.

“I’m here for him.” The word hissed out of his lungs on a tidal wave of pain that rocked through me, though I had no idea who this him that the man Quinn had called Jack was.

“I know.” Quinn’s voice was soft, and he took a step forward – the gunner’s raised their weapons. Without turning, the man named Jack snarled a command, and those weapons lowered. He was looking at Quinn now, and there was something on his face. Another snarled command, and the men and women started to retreat, until it was just Quinn and the redhead there. Night was falling, and they were far enough away from Sanctuary that it was hard to hear what they were saying, hard to see them…

But I watched as Quinn stepped forward.

“Jack, I did everything that I could, I–”

“That’s not good enough!” The silver blade flashed, and it caught Quinn across the cheek. It was dark, but I could still see the rivulet of scarlet that came from his cheek. My shoulder hit the door then. Hard, harder… harder until I could hear it crack.

Harder, until I burst through it and started running towards them.

“I know it’s not. I know it wasn’t. Jack…” Quinn stepped forward then, and he whispered something into the redhead’s ear. Lilac eyes flared, his mouth dropped open, and Quinn pulled back. There was a soft smile on his face, and his full lips were trembling.

“Quinn..?” Red brows knit together in confusion – I could see a mixture of that fury, that void… and a new pain blossoming across Jack’s features. He looked at Quinn as though what he’s just said was crazy, and the General nodded, closing his eyes and dropping his pistols to the ground.

The red knife struck home true – deep and quick into the center of Quinn’s chest. He fell to the ground as the first droplet of rain fell against my cheek.

Jack, spattered with the spray of Quinn’s blood and looking even more lost than he had before he came here looked up at me as I screamed. His fingers dropped the knife that he held, as though they’d gone numb… and then he took one step back – another… and he ran, dissolving into the darkness before I could pull out my gun to shoot him.

“Quinn!” I shouted the General’s name, but he hadn’t answered me… there was a smile on his face, a blood from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were open, but his lids were fluttering. I could have chased Jack, I could have followed him into the darkness and enacted some kind of revenge, but I fell to Quinn’s side instead.

His lips were moving, mumbling… and when I leaned in close, he was whispering something.

“What a wonderful world…” He was murmuring, and I let out a small, pained sound, trying to bring my hands to his chest, trying to stop the blood flow.

“Quinn, please… we need to get back to base. We need–” I wasn’t sure what we needed, because I’d seen wounds like this, and you didn’t recover. but Quinn was talking again, and I had to lean closer to hear the words that came with his fleeting breath.

“Missed you, too, Sil. Fuck, I missed you.” His hand shifted, reaching for something that I couldn’t see, and then it fell to the ground.

I pulled back, my hands sopping heat where they tried to stop the knife wound. I didn’t have a stim on me, and when I looked at his face, I knew that it wouldn’t matter.

Quinn had a soft smile on his face, and one solitary tear was spilling from the corner of his eye – I’d never seen him cry before. But his eyes… those beautiful green eyes that had been so full of fire and passion – that had liberated the Commonwealth from the menace of the Institute… looked up at the sky blankly and saw no more.

The rain had started then.


Wow. So o-o uhm, I know a lot of people who read this won’t understand a damn bit of why this is so sad. But this is the mood that it put me in o—–o I’m just gonna leave this here and go sob in a corner.

Other Responses:

Kayla Dore | Prowling Thunder

Make sure to check out those replies! I love seeing how everyone can come up with something different from the same sentence! If you want to be featured on my blog, just do the reply and then link back to me!

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 8/7-8/15 (2016)

Writing Prompt

Hey guys! Everyone did really fantastic with their prompts last week! It’s fun to see that this is reaching out to people and they’re actually doing it! I’d love to watch it continue to grow! If you think about it, share this around! If anyone ends up doing the prompt for today, make sure to link back to me! I will post your response on my blog and share it out to all of my viewers. It is so interesting and fantastic, to see the way that so many people can turn the same situation into things so starkly different. I really do find it to be one of the most interesting and lovely parts of the writing process.

Anyway, for today’s prompt, I’m going to give it to you two ways. You can either write it based on the song that I’ll list below, or the phrase that I list to go along with it! So, are you all ready? Today’s Prompt is as follows!


All right, so, either write a story based on that song (LINK HERE in case the embed doesn’t work for you), or use the phrase, “And I think to myself, what a wonderful world” in your story. I honestly encourage you to listen to the song though, because what’s so engaging about it is how atmospheric it is. So, give the song a listen, and see what you can come up with!


There we go! The prompt for the week. Sometimes, I like to do prompts with songs… because I know that they elicit certain emotions from everyone differently. With the one above, it’s the music just as much as the lyrics, and the atmosphere that it provides. I heard it, and I knew that I wanted to use it as a writing prompt someday soon! So! Let me know what you do!

Remember, if you do the prompt, make sure to link back to me! I’ll feature you on my blog, and we can show everyone how differently wonderful each of our interpretations are!

Until next time, guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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