Use all of these words in your story.
unctuous, blunder, penchant, laborious, industrial-strength, soap, spew
Use this line of dialogue somewhere in your story:
“Harriet won’t give up until she catches one of those atomic cherry blossoms.”
A 13-year-old with big dreams of being an artist or a writer (or something else awesome) gets a glimpse of their future as a cubicle-bound office drone stuck in a dead-end job. How does this affect them, and does/can he or she do anything to change the future?
Well, I’m going to go swallow some pills now …
A monster terrorizes a beach full of partying, unsupervised teenagers in normal, ’50s B-movie style, with one caveat: it is not a literal monster. Maybe the monster is a STD that spreads like wildfire or gas prices so high no one can leave the beach or diseased cheeseburgers. Something lovely like that. Let your imagination run free like a bikini-clad blonde on the beach.
The television in the other room is tuned to a major news station. CNN, perhaps. Experts are discussing Arnold Schwarzenneger, and how perhaps he suffers from a debilitating condition known as hypersexuality. They seem troubled. They seem genuinely worried. What if he hasn’t been using protection? What if he has more undocumented love children?
What if he’s a grope-happy Hitler appreciating crypto-fascist you fucking animals
What do animals think of our nudity, anyway?
Doesn’t matter. It won’t help you with today’s prompt.
Someone just shows up to work naked one day like it’s no big deal. Write about the hilarity/horror that ensues.
“And we’re buck naked now / We ain’t got no clothes / Bare assed for sure / In the eyes of God.” — “Buck Naked” by David Byrne
… because I have absolutely no social skills and debilitating halitosis …
Just kidding, bibliophiles.
But seriously. Write a story about a book that is totally evil. EVIIIIILLLLLLL!!!!!!
and distant smoke
and the next hour has the scent
of a sneeze
the sky is like a campfire
skin tightens around muscle
like an overdue consequence
soil washes out
from beneath questing toes
through dried fingers
the tide is going out
the tide has been out
for quite a while
Prophecies are like scabs; picking at them only makes them worse.