Daily Writing

Writing Prompt 99

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 15:51:00 -0500

Thanks for Adam Baldwin twitter stream for the idea

There are lots of birds over the city today. I wonder what that could mean.

Writing Prompt 98

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 09:35:00 -0500

Life experience

When I was a kid we got to visit paris. While we were there we went up the Eiffel Tower. There is one thing I remember about it very vividly. My mother wanted a picture of us and so she told us to back up. I caught my foot on the grate and fell over backwards. I was a long way from the edge, but even at that age I remembered thinking, this is it, I am going to fall off the Eiffel Tower and die. To this day I am not a big fan of heights.

Most people have had an experience like this something that they can point to and say, this is why.

Today's writing prompt is, take that experience, and make it part of your character, or give them their own Eiffel Tower moment. Have that be the one thing holding them back. Will it be there down fall or will they over come it and be a hero?

Writing Prompt 97

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Tue, 10 Jan 2012 00:07:00 -0500

"You are an evil evil man." Jenny said.
"I know Jenny. But..." Dr Schwartz trailed off.
"What?"
"Well," he stammered for a moment. "I am not arguing that I am not a terrible person. I mean what kind of person would do the things I've done who was not a terrible person. But, some times I just get tired of hearing it."

Writing Prompt 96

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Sun, 8 Jan 2012 19:56:00 -0500

Today's writing prompt is a para-phrase from a Roman Leader about the time of of Julius Cesar

"The world is only three missed meals away from anarchy."

Writing Prompt 95

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 5 Jan 2012 12:08:00 -0500

You have heard of cold fusion about about, "Cooling fusion."

Writing prompt 94

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 13:37:00 -0500

A mother and daughter sit down to share lunch and secrets.

Writing prompt 93

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 09:47:00 -0500

I knew it was wishful thinking on my part but the light was on in her lane and I only had milk and eggs.

Writing Prompt # 92

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 19 Dec 2011 10:35:00 -0500

Imagine a society that only has three laws. They can be as complicated or as simple as you like, but there can only be three.

Writing Prompt # 91

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 09:01:00 -0500

Marie woke up in a strange place,again. Well, at least it seemed strange to her. She was not sure that it was really a strange place, it could have been a quite normal place for all she knew, but to her is was quite strange. She had been told that the occasional case of amnesia would come from the years in stasis, but every time she woke up in a strange place it disturbed her. What had she been doing? Where had she been? Was any of this real? Certainly The technology here seemed like magic, so maybe it really was in some way, or maybe she was just really behind the times.

Writing Prompt # 90

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 12:40:00 -0500

Today's prompt is "Christmas"

This is a special prompt because I am sharing the prompt with the 100 word stories podcast. We are trying to make the Christmas episode the biggest one yet, and to that end...

Call for 100 word stories
For the past week or so I have been writing 100 word stories based on the titles of Lawrence Simon's 100 word stories. If you didn't know The 100 word story podcast along with a couple of others was what got me into podcasting and writing again, and so I credit them with any success that I have had in either of them. The 100 word story podcast was the basis for my story story contest called Great Hites and Lawrence himself gave me the the title "The Hite of Podcast Fiction." So I do owe him big time.

With that in mind I am starting a campaign. No, I am not running for president, and no I am not suggesting he run for president. (Can you imagine Planet X calling the shots?) In two weeks on Christmas Lawrence will host a show with the topic of Christmas. I am asking all of you out there to help me give Lawrence a huge Christmas gift. We are trying to get a triple digit number of stories. 100 stories would be perfect but, if we get more than that, the more the merrier.

You know you have a little (100 words) Christmas story in you. Here is all you need to do. Write a 100 word story on the topic of Christmas, and record it. The follow the directions below. Get it in by midnight on the 24th and we can make this this best 100 word stories yet. Stay Tuned for updates. If you can leave a comment here that you have sent in a story and I will keep a running tally.

Here are the instructions stolen from the horses mouth as it were.

Hello. This is Laurence Simon of the 100 word stories podcast. Welcome to 2011!

The 100 word stories weekly challenge is where I post a topic to http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com and then you write and record a story based on that topic.

The topic of the 25th of December Weekly Challenge is Christmas.

Want to give it a shot? Send an email to isfullofcrap (at) gmail.com with the subject of Christmas WEEKLY CHALLENGE and the following:

The text of your 100 word story on the topic.
Your site's URL, if you have a site or aren't ashamed to share it.
A topic for the next Weekly Challenge
And, if you can, a recording of your story (and any shameless plugs) in MP3 format

Everything's due by Saturday at midnight or so.

If you can't or don't feel like recording your story, well, go ahead and send the text of the story in anyway. I'll have someone record it for you.

Good luck, and as always, keep it brief.

Writing prompt 89

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 22:55:00 -0500

This baby was special. This baby was born twice.

Writing Prompt #88

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 27 Oct 2011 10:10:00 -0400

When all Hell breaks loose, where will you be?
It was an old game, one he and his sisters had played all the time when they were growing up, but now it was for real. Funny thing was that Jack had never imagined that this was where he would be when it happened.

Writing Prompt # 87

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Wed, 26 Oct 2011 09:26:00 -0400

Elaine pushed the lever back and forth, back and forth back and forth. This had to be the worse job she had ever had. But it paid the bills and that is what counted. Right now what she needed was to keep the bill under control and keep her head down. As much as possible she needed to melt into the background. So she continued to push the level back and forth until her arm ached and then she changed position to use her other arm for a while. If she had not turned around she never would have seen them coming.

Writing Prompt # 86

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 17 Oct 2011 11:43:00 -0400

John was the first man to set foot on Mars. He knew he should be happy about that, but there was something about loosing your whole crew along the way, and the fact that he knew he was going to die here that kept him from being happy about the whole thing.

Writing Prompt # 85

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 13 Oct 2011 09:30:00 -0400

Today's Prompt comes from me misreading VG_Ford's "Twitter-scope" and the love I know she has for Baseball.

The game had taken on a new twist when the Mars Colony joined the league. Since changing the gravity of Mars was not an option, and making the balls or bats heavier was not an option because it would change the game too much, the balls now had levitation fields here on earth that make them fly just that much further. The outfield of most parks have been nearly doubled and a most teams are now lobbying for a second row of outfielders.

Writing Prompt # 84

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Wed, 12 Oct 2011 09:07:00 -0400

Thank you to Scott Roche for the Idea on this one.

In the early 90's Jennifer lost the love of her life. He hadn't died or got to jail, he had left her. It broke her heart. She knew he was the man for her. Now in a desperate attempt to find him, she found herself in the 5th night club of the night. Her Russian was bad, so she did her best to ignore the bouncer on the way in. Her translator has told her that there was a tribute band playing here tonight, but the tiny spot they used as a stage was still dark. She wormed her way to the bar and ordered what pasted for beer here. It was safer than drinking the water. In the post Soviet Russian underground world of hair tribute bands, some times even the beer was not safe.

Writing Prompt # 83

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Fri, 7 Oct 2011 09:17:00 -0400

Margie walked around looking at the faces. It didn't matter how many she looked at they all seemed to have their own stories. That is if they were moving, if anything moved. Three days ago when she had woken up, the world around her had stopped. Nothing moved. It was like living in a wax museum.

Writing Prompt # 82

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Wed, 5 Oct 2011 09:17:00 -0400

This was and is the favorite topic of many Sci/Fi writers: bad science, or science presented in a bad way. Even though I get angry when I see the stupid commercials for drugs on TV and they use this kind of bad science to explain why you should be taking this drug, I still find it an interesting topic. Watch this video for more ideas.

Galley Table Take Over Writing Prompts

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 3 Oct 2011 17:17:00 -0400

Tomorrow the pirates will be once again taking over the Galley Table. Here are the two primary prompts and the one Bonus prompt. If even if you are not an official guest you can join us on ustream and add to the discussion http://www.ustream.tv/channel/galley-table-live

Air Force Captain Key just spent two months digging his way out of the missile silo only to find that even after spending over a year down there, it is still very desolate. He makes his way to Cheyenne mountain as his orders tell him to only to find it fully functional but abandoned. He is now in charge of the most powerful computer systems in the world... Captain Key what are you going to do next?

Jennifer read the note for what had to have been the three hundredth time this month. I really wish you were here Jenn, we have seem some of the most amazing sights, you can't believe some of the stuff they have here. Well we need to get moving again. I will write more when I can. Love Dave. It was over two years old now. She read it almost everyday. He had not been in contact since then. Now she was on what was probably going to be a one way trip to go find him.

Josh watched as the speck that he had been watching became a ship. There was something odd about it that didn't quite register with him until it got closer. It was a danger to them of course, any time you saw as ship on the open seas it was a danger. Even a ship that might be sailing under the same flag, you could never tell when something might have gone wrong and what used to be a friendly ship was in desperate enough trouble that they could have gone rouge. This was not the case this time, their sails were black, a definite sign they were pirates. What caught his eye was that the sails seem to be raked back too far, and they seemed to billowing up as much as they were forward. Then what had been burning in the back of his brain hit him like a ton of bricks. They were not sailing in the water. The Ship was about fifteen feet off the water and they were moving very fast. "Captain!" he shouted down to deck below, "We have a problem."

Writing Prompt # 81

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 3 Oct 2011 09:17:00 -0400

Tom's vision began to get black around the edges, just as the crowd gathered around him. The last thing he saw was his boss leaning down to say something to him.
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When he came to, there was no one around. Not just that they had gone back to their desks, they were not there. Not in the office, not on line, not out in the streets. There was no one there, they were all gone.

Writing Prompt # 80

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Fri, 30 Sep 2011 10:25:00 -0400

John could not have thought of a worse time to have lost is car keys. What made it worse, was that he had been all over the city today, he could have dropped them anywhere. He starred at the car window, seeing the door locks stubbornly staying locked for a moment longer before he made his decision.

Daily writing Prompts #79

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 10:53:00 -0400

Today on Google + a man that I count as a friend, Ayoub Khote, posted a question about first impressions and when they were wrong. In my experience they normally are. I had two thoughts here I could write about a character who's first impression is always wrong, or I could let you make one up.

Here's the prompt.

Your Pov character has some physical characteristic that gives people completely the wrong first impression about them.

Daily writing Prompts #78

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 10:07:00 -0400

Today's prompt is a setting with a few people, but mostly a setting.

The crew stood on the barren rock and looked around. There was nothing there but rock as far as they eye could see. No green, no blue, no nothing, but gray rock, and even grayer sand. The only thing that broke up the landscape, other than them, was the hulk of ship that used to be theirs.

Daily writing Prompts #77

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 11:37:00 -0400

Seeing that it is International talk like a pirate day, how could the pirates pass up such an opportunity.

This is going to be one of my opened ended situations again, with a little twist.

Josh watched as the speck that he had been watching became a ship. There was something odd about it that didn't quite register with him until it got closer. It was a danger to them of course, any time you saw as ship on the open seas it was a danger. Even a ship that might be sailing under the same flag, you could never tell when something might have gone wrong and what used to be a friendly ship was in desperate enough trouble that they could have gone rouge. This was not the case this time, their sails were black, a definite sign they were pirates. What caught his eye was that the sails seem to be raked back too far, and they seemed to billowing up as much as they were forward. Then what had been burning in the back of his brain hit him like a ton of bricks. They were not sailing in the water. The Ship was about fifteen feet off the water and they were moving very fast. "Captain!" he shouted down to deck below, "We have a problem."

Galley Table 48 - Pirate Takeover - Fiction Tuesday

noreply@blogger.com (Jeff Hite) — Tue, 6 Sep 2011 12:23:00 -0400

Last week, the Pirate's took over the Galley Table to give four authors a chance to play with a couple of the writing prompts. I am hoping we will get some stories from them out of this. In the mean time if you would like to hear what got flushed out during the discussion...

Pirate take over

This episode The Pirate Captain (AKA Jeff Hite) (AKA Capt. Jack Smiley) hires some mercenaries and they take over the galley table.

Galley Table 48

We are joined by:
Veronica Giguere
Doc Coleman
James Keeling
and
Zach Ricks

We talk prompt based story writing, like you can find here on Fiction Tuesday
You can find all of our writing prompts here