Time to write!
While driving to pick up lunch, you accidentally bump into the car in front of you—a light fender bender—that pops open the other car’s trunk. When you get out to assess the damage, you notice that the driver of the other car is none other than your favorite actor. More important, you notice a dead body in the trunk. Who is the actor and what elaborate excuse does he give you to explain the dead body in his trunk?
"Well this is just my luck!" I angrily exclaimed. I was already late for my appointment with Mr. Garber, now had yogurt all over my new dress (that's what you get for eating in the car, people) and now I had to sit and wait for the cops to show up.
The other car wasn't even damaged, I'd only bumped them really but it was in the middle of an intersection and I knew it was going to create much more of a to-do than it was worth. I shut off my engine and in irritation got out of my car.
"Hey, I'm sorry about hitting your car," I began as I approached the driver's side window of the silver Mercedes.
Except when I got to the window I realized that the driver of the car was none other than Orlando Bloom, in all his high-cheek boned glory, so all that really came out was "Hey, I'm sorry about...what the wow...hmm?"
I was beyond surprised to see the famous actor sitting there, right before my eyes.
Several thoughts flitted through my head, in rapid succession, like a madman with a machine gun.
Why is Orlando Bloom in Utah?
Don't celebrities normally drive nicer cars?
Don't celebrities normally have other people drive those nicer cars for them?
Why isn't there some sort of woman with him?
I'm a woman.
And there's yogurt on my dress.
Kill me now.
Only after that last thought flashed through my mind did my mind register the sight I'd seen when walking to the window. The trunk of the car had been open. It must have happened when I, er, gently nosed the back of his car with mine. But the trunk hadn't been vacant. What had looked suspiciously like a dead body- if my years of watching Psych and Criminal Minds could guide me correctly- had been laid in the trunk, and only half covered with a light blue sheet.
"No need to apologize," Orlando said, smiling in that way that made girls all over America swoon over the man. "But I'm afraid you need to close my trunk, then get in the car, before the police arrive. Think you can manage that?"
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Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friendly Execution
Time to write!
You’re in an unfamiliar situation. People you know are there, though they are all acting strange. As the scene moves on, it becomes clear that you’re about to be executed by friends and you have no idea why. Find out why and attempt to save yourself.
I feel as though this prompt is EXCEEDINGLY creepy.
It was certainly a very odd Halloween party. Betty had invited me, and assured me that "everyone" would be there. Rian had backed her up on that, claiming that if I didn't go I'd "regret it for the rest of the century."
So I went. I'd dressed as Batman, according to plan. I'd matched my Batman hoodie, complete with mask and utility belt, with some black skinny jeans, buckled boots, and a black cape I'd originally worn when dressing up as a witch in my freshman year of High School.
The first thing I noticed upon entering the party was a giant gallows in the corner. It seemed a bit morbid. I mean, sure, it was Halloween, but what was next? A guillotine? The second thing I noticed was that all of my friends were dressed as one of three things. There were the pirates- Rian, Kaitlin, Aubrey, Alison, and about half of the guys there. Then there were the fairies- Sarah, Betty, Whitney, Lauren, Alyssa and surprisingly all the rest of the boys. My brothers, I noticed, were even in attendance and were, all three, dressed as fairies. Complete with wings. Perplexing as all this was, even stranger still was the last costume. It was a dalek costume. Almost cylindrical, bronze, and shiny. There were variations, of course, from costume to costume, but I felt like I'd missed out on the part of the invitation where they mentioned the theme.
Sarah came fluttering- fairy as she was- over to me, waving her arms to make the fabric attached to her wrists fly out behind her.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed.
"Me too," I answered, although at this point it wasn't quite the truthful answer. I was more confused than anything else.
Suddenly I was pricked by the plastic tips of four cheaply constructed swords. The Pirates were greeting me, which was now apparently done by sword tip.
Honestly...much as I'd like to finish out this BIZARRE prompt....I got only about three hours of sleep last night and it's late and I'm dying a little so...I'll finish it tomorrow and do my authentic thang. Deal? Ok. Goodnight. Loves.
You’re in an unfamiliar situation. People you know are there, though they are all acting strange. As the scene moves on, it becomes clear that you’re about to be executed by friends and you have no idea why. Find out why and attempt to save yourself.
I feel as though this prompt is EXCEEDINGLY creepy.
It was certainly a very odd Halloween party. Betty had invited me, and assured me that "everyone" would be there. Rian had backed her up on that, claiming that if I didn't go I'd "regret it for the rest of the century."
So I went. I'd dressed as Batman, according to plan. I'd matched my Batman hoodie, complete with mask and utility belt, with some black skinny jeans, buckled boots, and a black cape I'd originally worn when dressing up as a witch in my freshman year of High School.
The first thing I noticed upon entering the party was a giant gallows in the corner. It seemed a bit morbid. I mean, sure, it was Halloween, but what was next? A guillotine? The second thing I noticed was that all of my friends were dressed as one of three things. There were the pirates- Rian, Kaitlin, Aubrey, Alison, and about half of the guys there. Then there were the fairies- Sarah, Betty, Whitney, Lauren, Alyssa and surprisingly all the rest of the boys. My brothers, I noticed, were even in attendance and were, all three, dressed as fairies. Complete with wings. Perplexing as all this was, even stranger still was the last costume. It was a dalek costume. Almost cylindrical, bronze, and shiny. There were variations, of course, from costume to costume, but I felt like I'd missed out on the part of the invitation where they mentioned the theme.
Sarah came fluttering- fairy as she was- over to me, waving her arms to make the fabric attached to her wrists fly out behind her.
"I'm so glad you could make it!" she exclaimed.
"Me too," I answered, although at this point it wasn't quite the truthful answer. I was more confused than anything else.
Suddenly I was pricked by the plastic tips of four cheaply constructed swords. The Pirates were greeting me, which was now apparently done by sword tip.
Honestly...much as I'd like to finish out this BIZARRE prompt....I got only about three hours of sleep last night and it's late and I'm dying a little so...I'll finish it tomorrow and do my authentic thang. Deal? Ok. Goodnight. Loves.
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