Thoughts on my Laptop

Prompt: A cold where you (fill in the blank) instead of sneeze. My Creativity I woke up and could feel the start of a cold tickling the back of my throat, and clogging up my sinuses. Even though I hadn't slept well that night, I knew that I needed to go to work. I'd taken too many sick days already. This was my year for catching ever cold or flu that was going around. Before heading out the door, I took a swig of DayQuill, grabbed my purse, and headed out the door. I didn't mind that the traffic was moving slowly this morning. Usually I'd be cursing under my breath or mumbling rude comments. Not today. Today, I enjoy listening to the radio. Today, I enjoyed the long pauses in traffic. It gave my dry eyes a break. I parked in my assigned spot and walked towards the elevator. I knew I was too late to make the mild- run morning stops. Part of me felt like pressing extra buttons just to get some extra stop on my way to the 25th floor. Unfortunately, I wasn't alo

Prompt You always look out of dark window windows and wonder if something is out there. One night when you look, a small face with bright eyes appears at the window. Write about what you do, who/what it is, and why it's there. My Creativity I'm about to turn the lights out in my office. As always, I stop at the door and look out the window and into the darkness. Something I've been doing since I was a little girl. Just as I am about to turn around to leave the room, I spot something. Slowly I walk towards the windows. In the distance, out the left window, I see a pair of bright green eyes. Clear as can be, there is a small face with vibrant eyes staring at me just as I am staring at it. I tilt my head slightly, the small head mimics my movement. I return my head to the centre, the small head does the same. I worry that if I leave the room to go outside, the being will vanish. Perhaps run off out of fear. I just know that I can't stand in my office all night withou

Prompt You are helping out a certifiable center by organizing donate items. When searching through an old suitcase, you suicide note dated six months prior. What's peculiar is that you know the person. What is even more peculiar is that the person is still alive. Write a story about when you pay that person a visit and ask him/her about the note. (500 words or fewer) My creativity You are standing outside her door; you are trying to decide whether you are going to knock. What would you say when she opened the door? Was it your place to confront or maybe it was comfort her. She obviously hadn't done anything. It was just a note - a note that was hidden away in a suitcase, which had been given away. Your hand extents towards the doorbell, while you silently wish that she isn't home. Before your hand even returns to your jacket pocket the door opens. She looks at you, surprised. "Hello," she says quietly. Perhaps it is your imagination but her voice sounds wh

Prompt You get into work and find that your boss has left a voicemail message is urgent. But what's peculiar is that it is not work relate. My Creativity I got into work early, threw my stuff on the floor, and was about to get my coffee when I noticed that the message button was flashing on the phone. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but I couldn't remember the last time it was flashing first thing in the morning. Out of curiosity i thought I'd listen to it first. Still standing, I grabbed the phone. I entered my password. I hated the message about having a message. I mean no kidding; why do you think I want to check for messages. It took me a moment to realize that the voice leaving the message was my boss. "Julian, we need to discuss something of a personal nature. Please come to my office as soon as you get. It is urgent." My heart sank. She wasn't the type of person to discuss non-business related information. I didn't even grab

Prompt Treasure Awaits You receive a letter in the mail from an out-of-town relative asking you to drop everything and meet him in Boston. He doesn't say why, but signs off the letter (just above his name) with the phrase: "Treasure awaits." My Creativity I'd just sat down with my afternoon tea and had started sorting through the mail: bill, bill, junk...I stopped. I didn't recognize the handwriting on the ivory envelope. It was addressed to me, but the return address was smudge. All I could make out was the word Boston. Who did I know in Boston? I examined the off-white envelope, deciding whether to open it. It was sealed with a tiny sticker. The sticker looked like some type of bird, maybe a parrot. The corners were a little bit tattered; had it been dropped in a puddle. It would certainly explain the smudged return address. Without even realizing it, I started opening it up. Hopefully the inside content hadn't been ruined. For the most part it was

Prompt ~ Anonymous Love You've been playing Scrabble with an anonymous person online. After some Internet chatting, you realize that you both live in the same town and decide to meet at a local pub. What you didn't expect was to fall in love. My Creativity I stood in front of the mirror with my third outfit on. Nothing that I chose seemed right. The red dress was too sexy and said I was easy; the jeans and sweater were to casual; the jeans and blouse were to business like. In the end I settled on a cute little shirt, leggings, and high boots. I wore my favourite 3/4 length shirt, with a v-neck line; underneath I wore a coordinating tight undershirt to hide some of the cleavage. Why was this so hard? I was simply going to meet a friend. Someone I've known for months: for months online. There is was, the problem. Did I really know this person? Sure we've been playing scrabble for months and chatting for weeks, but did we really know each other? You hear all the time