Thoughts on my Laptop

Prompt Create a new human-esque race and describe it as thoroughly as possible. Be sure to describe appearance, culture, values, beliefs... Creativity On a small island in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, a small tribe of creatures exist in relative harmony. Very few people are aware of the island, much less the tribe. It has been said that from a distance they look like humans, but up close their skin sparkles and their tiny ears sit on either side of their forehead. Some have described their ears as soft tuffs of fur similar to a rabbit, others say they are harder like antlers. I say why can't they be both? Perhaps it is the females who have the soft tuffs of fur and the males have the antlers. They are of slight build and stature. Their joints for flexible than ours. Graceful? I believe it is what makes the so agile. Life on the island is very different from the societies we know. Each home rests high in the trees and connected to the other homes only by vines. Even thoug...

So here's the thing, I've lost the sheet with the prompts. I think I left it behind when I went away for the holidays. Instead of looking for more prompts online, I've been busy filling my time with other things. I have now added a reminder in my calendar for every Monday morning. I promise I will do what I can to never miss a week again.

Note: I am writing this one a week late, yes again. I have also skipped ahead to the prompts relating to Christmas. Prompt While hanging up your Christmas lights, you a flagged down by a neighbourhood kid who offers to help. As he helps you, he tells you about the Christmas ghost that haunts his house. What's odd is that you've noticed some of the same things happening around your house. Write this scene. My Creativity Every year it is the same old thing: my wife nagging me to put up the Christmas lights. It doesn't matter how much I despise the task. To make matters worse, it doesn't seem to matter how carefully I put them away the previous year, they are always still bundles in one huge knot. It also doesn't matter if I untangle them inside the house, by the time I get outside they are once again knotted. This year I am actually ahead of the game. I am not doing it last minute, nor is it the coldest day of the year. Latter up, lights in hand, I am armed ...

Prompt Pick an event from your childhood that you wish would have gone differently. Write it as though it had happened ideally. note: This is difficult for me because I believe that without each experience I've had, I would not be who I am today. Every second in life shapes and guides us. However, for the sack of this exercise, I will try to think of something. My Creativity It was a beautiful fall day. The sun was out and the grass hadn't yet turned brown. The leaves must have been changing colours, although I can't remember. The wooden school desk was extremely uncomfortable, but all I could do was sit and wait for the school bell to ring. The seven hills were beckoning me. I swear I could hear the wind whisper a message, even through the closed window. Every one was lined up now, trying as hard as possible to stay still so our teacher would let up leave a little early. It hadn't happen yet; it was only the third week of grade one. The ringing bell could bare...

Prompt Finish this sentence: The best part about writing fiction is... My Creativity The best part about writing fiction is the chance to get to know the voices in your mind at a more intimate level.

Again I lost track of time; I will blame it on the approaching holidays. There is of course also the fact that I lost the sheet of paper. I am finding that as I try to build up my writing career, so much of my time is consumed with online socializing, Prompt Your move to a new office building hits a major hurdle when you arrive for your first day only to find out your name wasn't on the move list. My Creativity I stood in my tiny cramps cubicle  on Friday night looking at all of boxes. The moving company would be coming over the weekend to take them all to the new building. I was excited about finally getting my own office. I would be able to close a door. I got up earlier than usual on Monday; I wanted to start unpacking and organizing as soon as possible. I've never been one for clutter to chaos. As soon as I walked into the new building, I sensed that something was wrong. I walked around looking for a door with my name on it; I tried to find my boxes. I saw neither...

*I'm not sure how it happened, but I missed a week - sorry. Prompt You are dealing with a bout of insomnia that started two days after the loss of you grandmother. Suddenly, you see a ghost who claims to be her spirit. Her spirit orders you to take care of something she wasn't able to do before she passed. If you do so, she'll leave you alone. If you don't, she'll haunt you forever. Write this scene. My Creativity Day twelve and still not a single night of unbroken sleep. I've tried it all: counting, warm milk, steady breathing, and so much more. Nothing has worked. I am now laying in bed staring at the ceiling, wishing that slumber would find me. I know I am beyond exhaustion. I even think that I see my grandmother's ghost. I mean come on, a ghost. really? It has always fascinated me the kinds of tricks that the mind if capable of playing. "I may be a ghost, but I am no figment of your imagination," the ghost whispers. Great, now my dead...