Support for Indie Authors discussion

So this is something some writing friends and I did a while back that was both fun and a great way to exercise a few writing muscles (as well as provide you with a few short stories to post on your blog or elsewhere if you want).

Basically, all you do is comment with a prompt. It can be a sentence, a bit of dialogue, a quote from a book, show or movie (just be sure to credit the quote so we all don't go mad trying to figure out where the quote came from), a paragraph, even a picture. Then, let other people's prompts inspire you. If you want, give a link to your story so that we can all bask in the fruits of your labor.

I think most of the fun was actually coming up with the prompts and being as interesting with them as possible. Seriously, go nuts with the prompts and have fun. Some examples...

A dragon that hordes sports cars.

"We're going to need a bigger boat" ~ Jaws

...and they would have lived happily ever after had there not been a zombie Apocalypse two days later.

You don't need to provide a prompt to write, or write to provide a prompt. All genres are welcome. Enjoy.

Also, there's no limit to how many prompts you can provide or how many stories you write.

I forgot to add that you can also answer your own prompts.

I think it all started with the dog. He kept staring at the wall to our hotel room, barking at it, sometimes whining at it. We thought it was because of something the people in the neighboring room were doing. Except, according to the hotel manager, there was no one in that room.

The turkey exploded, killing everyone. Needless to say, for some, Thanksgiving was ruined.

Mind hackers. Hacking the human brain instead of computers.

Ye olde social networking (those crazy kids and their hieroglyphics/messenger birds/smoke signals/etc).

Then again, maybe Styrofoam underpants isn't a good idea.

Call me a romantic fool, but I miss the Gene-Lotteries.

Slowly, she turned...

V.M. wrote: "Well this isn't good... she thought, when the parachute's pull cord detached in her hand. The rushing ground opened wide beneath her."

"V.M., you magnificent b@st@rd! I read your book!"

(OK. do I really need to say where that comes from?)

"There is no such thing as normal life, there's just life. Get on with it."

Morris

"I can't even!" she huffed, rolling her eyes as she took a long pull from her grande lowfat pumpkin spice latte, knowing full well that was a lie. She totally could even.

Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug. Today, you're the bug.

(These are all awesome!)

"...was wearing..."

It was a dark and stormy...morning?

"I'll be Bach."

Hasta la vista, kemo sabe!

He supposed there were worse things than being dangled over a dark pit, but at that moment he couldn't think of any.

A most curious hobby.

Being immortal ain't always what it's cracked up to be.

"Nothing parts a crowd like a naked fat man covered in mud."
-paraphrased from something a friend said at a festival once

Bikers are a lot like pigs: they tend to be round, snort, are unconcerned by dirt, and presently could be seen rutting off of the 7th hole sand trap at McGurney's Course. They also charge like boars when noticed.

A firing squad was not a happy place. Unless, like Mr. Ripper, you just saw your sex crazed girlfriend cycle the ammo into a heavy machine-gun on the rooftop across the street. - From a SciFi I'm working on:)

The last man on earth sat in his chair. There was a knock at the door... (not mine, BTW)

Melissa wrote: "Mind hackers. Hacking the human brain instead of computers."

I think I know this story
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2...

You can read the preview and tell me if I satisfied your curiousity

Is it true, did Nikola Tesla write a novel?

Big light in sky slated to appear in East.

Sonic booms scare minority groups in Sector B.

And there's hamburger all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticut.

Good morning. Those are the headlines. Now the rumors behind the news.

Micah wrote: "Big light in sky slated to appear in East.

Sonic booms scare minority groups in Sector B.

And there's hamburger all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticut.

Good morning. Those are the headlines..."

It all began when Jerry McDonald snorted and said "Yeah, when pigs fly!"

Problem was, Chris didn't have any pigs. Pigs were the responsibility of Sector C, not B. B was in charge of cattle.

But Sector B also had one hell of a junkyard, and Chris had always been good at building something from nothing. Plus he had all those books on planes and rockets.

The things Chris went through just to prove himself right. He hoped a flying cow counted just as much as a flying pig.

@Melissa: You win!

"All eight reindeer managed to eject" From one of mine.

"My father taught me what a funeral was when he was just 29 years old."