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Weekly Writing Prompt: 9/25-10/1 (2016)

Writing PromptSo, guys! It’s nearly October! It’s time for me to get in my list weekly writing prompt before I start doing the writing prompts every day for Halloween! So, we’ll make this one easy for you to do, and easy to figure out.


Just put your music playlist on random and hit the skip button four times. Whatever song you land on, write a story, poem, blurb about ❤ I just want to learn about you, your musical tastes, and what they say to you as far as a story!


Sorry for the shortness of this particular blog. I know my blogs have been a little less lately – starting October, things are going to pick up again, and until then, I really can’t wait to see what you come up with for your writing prompt.

Just remember, if you end up doing it, make sure to link back to me so that I can see what you write! I’d love to share it with all of my followers!

Until next time guys!!! Keep reading and writing, and keep being absolutely awesome!
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Weekly Writing Prompt: 9/11-9/17 (2016)

Writing Prompt

Hey guys! Sorry this is happening a little later in the day. I actually was out for a lot of the morning! I got breakfast, and then had the privilege of getting to watch Labyrinth in theater for it’s 30th anniversary.

Needless to say, I was a happy little nerd.

Now that I am home and at my computer, I will get back to your regularly scheduled weekly writing prompt. Ahem! So, let’s hop into it!


I think, since Labyrinth has got my musical styling revved up, we’re going to play with music again this week! I’m going to give you two options, since I’m just nice like that. First option is:

This piece of amazing. I really have this thing about epic and kind of haunting covers of songs. So – this is your first option. Write a story based around the themes of this song.

If you aren’t inspired by this, then put your music playlist on, hit the random button. Skip it three times, and then write a story based on that song.

I think I’m going to go with the Dust In The Wind Cover Though ❤


So, there we go! That’s this weeks prompt. If you are sad about musical prompts… seriously, blame the Goblin King.

Remember! If you do the prompt, make sure to link back to me so that I can put all of our stories up as a post 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 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

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: 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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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/31-8/6 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

All right! It’s coming late in the day, just as I warned… but it is coming. I still have a bit more writing to get done today, so I’m just going to hop right to it! This weeks Writing Prompt went as follows:

The assassin looked to their partner. “I’m going on a mission, and I need you to stop me at all costs.

So! Here is my response! It’s a fanfic for Fallout 4 and my character Malice ❤


Loving Hancock

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“I’m going on a mission, and I need you to stop me at all costs.” Her voice was serious when she spoke, her aqua eyes burning with a conviction that she hadn’t expected to feel. She’d never intended to care about the people in the Brotherhood of Steel – Malice had only joined them because she respected the man, Danse, and because he afforded her the same respect. After that, she’d only continued to work with them because Elder Maxson offered the technology and capability to get into the Institute, to figure out what had happened to Shaun.

She hadn’t expected to uncover any information about Paladin Danse, and she especially hadn’t expected that Maxson would react in such a fashion when he discovered that the man who he had trusted for years was a synth.

Malice wasn’t sure of much, but she was positive that Danse didn’t know about it, until he’d been told.

Hancock stared at her with wide, dark eyes, his mouth slightly agape. “What do you mean, I have to stop you?” He finally narrowed his gaze, “Malice, you wouldn’t actually try to kill him, would you?” She could hear disbelief in his voice. He knew her better than that – if anything, she knew what it was like to be cast out from your people, left to die because you weren’t useful any longer.

“No, but I know Danse well enough to know that he’ll try to talk me into it.” She shook her head slowly, so that long tresses of red hair slid over her shoulder. She stepped forward, and Hancock’s arms instantly came around her. The ghoul leaned in close, brushing her cheek.

“What, do you want me to talk some sense into the tin-can? I’m charming, love, but I don’t know if I’m that charming.”

She laughed – no one had made her feel good about herself until she’d met the Mayor. The unexpected connection that she felt to him, in tandem with his acceptance of who she was, her methods, her personality… she’d never found that, this side of 200 years before or after. Only with Hancock.

“It’s not that, but he might try to start a fight. You know how stubborn he is… I need to bring him back in one piece, even if I have to burn down that damn blimp to do it.”

I felt a closer connection to Danse now than ever – I couldn’t let him be killed. I’d been adamant about being the one to take him out – Maxson had seemed all too willing to let me do it. After all, I was a damn Russian assassin. I was a soldier, through and through… and I’d never given an inclination that I wouldn’t do what I was told.

I was going to give one now – I’d send the message loud and clear.

Hancock moved in suddenly, and his mouth pressed against mine. For a moment, the world melted away, and there was just him. He tasted like mentats and booze, and his tongue was soft velvet playing against my lower lip.

When he pulled back, for a moment I forgot why I was upset. I’d forgotten everything but the taste of him.

“What was that for?”

He smiled then, and it was beautiful. His hand stroked through my hair once before he stepped back. “I just love it when you get all fierce and full of conviction – when you show how much you care about the people in this fucked up world.” There was warmth there, and honest admiration, and then, as though he could tell that he’d said something profoundly sweet and he needed to ruin it, he added. “It makes your accent come out – you know how hot that gets me.”

Damn me, but I did love that ghoul.


So, there it is! I love pairing Malice with Hancock, because they work so well together! Anyway, let me go ahead and get the responses of everyone else who has participated!

Other Responses:

Jasmina Offer

ProwlingThunder

Kayla Dore

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: 7/31-8/6 (2016)

Writing Prompt

Look at me, being a responsible adult and getting up early to post my blog.

Kek, that’s a lie. I haven’t slept yet, and it’s 7am. I do have coffee though, so that makes it better, right?

Right…

Anyway, before I go completely loopy from a lack of sleep, I did want to get this weeks writing prompt thrown up nice and early! So, without further delay, here is the prompt!


This weeks prompt actually comes from my friend Zoya! (When I ask her what she wants me to link, there will be a link to her page as well!)! So, enjoy:

The assassin looked to their partner. “I’m going on a mission, and I need you to stop me at all costs.”


So, there you have it! The writing prompt for this week should be pretty fun! Whether you take the exact sentence, or use it mostly, it’s up to you. Whatever your story pertains to? That’s also up to you. Just know that it has to be about an assassin who wants their partner to stop them from completing their mission at all costs!

Remember, if you do the writing prompt, make sure to link back to me, so that I can feature you on the blog that I post up with my response this coming Saturday! I honestly can’t wait to see what you guys come up with for this one, and I hope that it’s something fun!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/24-7/30 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

So, now that I’ve won NaNo, my blog should get pretty back into order. So, expect things to fall back into line! For now, I’m going to stick to schedule and get to this week’s writing prompt! I actually had to think about this one all weekend, and I’m going to warn you in advance that it talks about a few sensitive topics – death, suicide, not necessarily depression, but hopelessness. I hate to spoil the twist in my writing, but I’m more concerned with trigger warnings for my readers. So, there they are! If you’re still willing to read, the prompt is as follows:

Four hours. It’s been four hours since I jumped out of that plane. The Earth hasn’t come any closer.

So, if you’re ready! Here is my response!


Falling Into Limbo

Four hours. It’s been four hours since I jumped out of that plane. The Earth hasn’t come any closer. In fact, nothing has come closer – there’s been nothing but the endless whipping and scream of the air past my ears, chilled and cool to the touch – nothing but the icy sensation as it snaps across my skin and leaves me feeling just a bit breathless.

The first few moments had been a rush – a release in the knowledge that soon, everything was going to be over. I’d come on this trip with one goal in mind, one focus that had led me past my fears. I’d always been afraid of heights, so it seemed almost appropriate that this was how it would end.

I was also smart enough to know how refuse to pull my parachute. Licensed sky diving instructors might have frowned upon it – so, I made sure to go through some shady channels. With enough money, it wasn’t hard to convince someone to take you up in a plane and let you jump by yourself.

I didn’t know how hard it would be to take off my parachute, and I didn’t want to bring anyone else down with me in the process – I was simply going to make a decision to not pull the release cord. After all, the ground would be there in a few minutes, and then there would be nothing…

And then I would finally be able to rest.

It wasn’t that my life was terrible – I had a job, I had a place to live. I was just tired. Tired of the state of the world and the people in it. Tired of the fact that everyone seemed more inclined to resort to cruelty than to try a peaceful solution. I was tired of waking up every day and knowing that nothing had changed, and nothing that I could do would change anything.

I couldn’t change the world, and I couldn’t change me enough to thrive and exist in it… so I was going to change the one thing that I could – I was going to change the fact that I was in the world at all.

So, I’d jumped out of the plane with my stomach twisting in knots, not over the fact that I was going to kill myself, but that I was facing my fear of heights… and I’d never pulled the cord to my parachute…

For a moment, it seemed like the ground was coming closer – I could see it approaching, I could feel the whip of air around my face… and then I hit a low bank of clouds… and I’d never gotten out of them. The wind continued to whip – my stomach continued to flip in anxiety at the fact that I’d jumped out of a plane, and I could feel my downward momentum making my insides flutter.

But nothing happened.

I felt like a cliche when I turned my watch up – I’d jumped at exactly noon. It was twelve thirty… and I was still in the clouds. I’d wondered then if my watch was malfunctioning – or, if I’d fainted when I’d jumped out of the plane after all.

But I didn’t feel like I’d fainted, and the passage of time was obvious – spinning in the clouds, whipping around in the air… I could feel it as minutes trickled by and turned into hours.

At some point, I’d screamed for help – I’d shouted, wondering if this was some sick trick that was being played on me… but there was no point on the earth that they could have dropped me from that would have had me falling for so long. My screams were answered by no one – my shouts falling instead to the whipping, screaming wind around me.

Four hours had passed, and my hand came to the cord on my parachute – I frowned. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t natural – whatever was happening, it was like a dream. Maybe that was what it was? I was simply dreaming about what I was about to do, my body trying to talk me out of it. I knew, in dreams, the best thing to do was to jolt yourself out of it.

I yanked on the cord, intent on ending this nonsense…

And nothing happened.

I yanked again, and nothing.

I yanked one more time, and the cord snapped off. My hands scrambled to the backpack strapped to my shoulders, but it wasn’t there anymore.

I was still falling, and only after I’d tried to save my only life did I finally fall through the clouds.

Beneath me wasn’t the Earth – it was fire, and liquid, and cold, and icy mountains all at once. I could hear screaming – I could see all of it laid out before me. A thousand different people, trying to kill themselves in a thousand different ways. Some with rope, with guns, with knives or water. Some with pills – and they all seemed to be trapped in the most terrifying moment of that experience.

My eyes widened, and my heart thundered for the first time. Real fear shot through me – this wasn’t a dream. It hit me hard, and it stole the air from my lungs that would have been used to scream again.

This wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t alive. But I wasn’t dead, either. I was here – stuck in this limbo… falling forever, experiencing my choice forever…

And I didn’t know if there was ever a way that I was going to get out.


So, there it is! My response to the prompt! I hope that you guys enjoyed it, and I am really, really interested in seeing what your response was. I know that there are a million ways that this particular sentence could have been taken. I took it to a darker place, but that doesn’t meant that you would. Let me see your responses! Link me up, and I’ll make sure to link back to you below so that we can share blogs and followers!

I’m really excited to see what you did!

Prompt Responses:

Kayla Dore

Prowling Thunder

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: 7/24-7/30

Writing Prompt

Hey, guys! Sorry that this is a day late, but yesterday was my birthday, and I was busy for most of the day. I still managed to get my 1k (I’m not going to let that get ruined for anything), and then when I got home I found one of my pet rats had passed away. Suffice to say, I wasn’t really in the mood to blog. But… I’m going to take a breath, and keep going. So! For the prompt this week!


“Four hours. It’s been four hours since I jumped out of that plane. The Earth hasn’t come any closer.


Heh, so, that can either be a lot of fun… or you could take it to a really dark place. I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with!

Anyway, if you do the writing prompt, make sure to link back to me, so that I can feature you on the blog that I post up with my response this coming Saturday! I honestly can’t wait to see what you guys come up with for this one, and I hope that it’s something fun!

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

Author Amanda McCormick

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