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Undercover Rock Journalist: Wine Follies


I had some Cabernet. . . from a box . . . in a plastic cup. It needed ice because it was too warm. I added the ice but it was still terrible. What can you do? Next time, I’ll go with the white wine. Let’s hope it’s not so warm and awful. Let’s also hope it’s not from a box.


The lady in the photo and I were both at the same bar listening to local bands.This lady is what I imagine I will look like in 20 years. She even had a red purse and a funky hat like I do. She looked a little grumpy sometimes. Other times, I thought she was falling asleep. Then she got out the journals and notebooks. I suspect she was an undercover rock journalist. I have seen my future and it is this lady.

Headed for a Break Down


Day 13
Breaking Down
A tire blows out as you’re in the car with someone on the verge of his/her own breakdown.
Stuck in a small town, you’re about to do something you haven’t done in years.

Some luck, huh? The tire goes out while we’re heading out of town. Of course, my friend Mallory is having a meltdown. She thinks her life is a wreck because she got fired by her boyfriend, who is no longer her boyfriend. Mallory decides to pick now to act like a hot mess.
I remember that there is a pond with a tree and a tire swing within walking distance. So I’m going to grab Mallory and the cooler from the backseat and head to the pond. We’re in need of play time on the double.
It has been years since I was on a swing over a body of water. I’m hoping that it will help Mallory to relax for about thirty minutes.
By that time AAA will be here to fix the tire and we can


Resignation: Writing Prompt Boot Camp

Day 12
My Resignation
After years of unhappiness, you’ve finally had enough and have decided to quit—but
we’re not talking about your job. Write a letter of resignation to someone other than your
employer—your school, your family, your favorite sports team, etc.

Dear Pop aka Soda,
How many times have I told people that you have no nutritional value? Sure, you are sweet, charming and have lovely packaging. Some have said that Ted Bundy had those qualities also.
On that note, I’m afraid it’s time for us to part ways. I’m not getting any healthier with you in the refrigerator looking so shiny.
Thanks for understanding.



The Stranger: Writing Prompt Boot Camp


Day 11
The Stranger
You’re walking home from work one night and taking shortcuts through a labyrinth of dark
city alleyways to meet someone on time. Suddenly, a stranger parts the shadows in front of
you, comes close and asks you to hold out your palm. You oblige.

“It’s just as I suspected,” she says after a closer inspection of my palm.

The stranger continues to explain, “Your wish will finally come true. This broken life line means that you will get your life back on track after a short hiatus.”

I replied, “You sound a bit like a fortune cookie.”

She smiled and said, “Well, I’m also a fortune cookie teller.”


Toast to Captain Jack Sparrow: Writing Prompt Boot Camp


Day 9

Write an obituary for your favorite fictional character (literary, television, etc.)


The word on the high seas is that Captain Jack Sparrow is now in the trenches of Davy Jones’ locker. Sparrow has been there before and escaped. Who can say if he will remain on the other side for eternity? For all of his pirating days, he has come out on top. It’s part of his charm. Even when he loses, he wins. A pirate never truly dies: They live on with the sea.

Full Disclosure: Writer’s Digest Writing Prompt Boot Camp, Day 8

They toured the house with the real estate agent.
“We love it,” he said. “Is there anything we should know about the house’s past?”
The agent looked down.

The husband asked, “Was someone murdered her or something.”

The agent replied, “Well, no. Not exactly. You see, there have been reports of the house being haunted.”

“Like a poltergeist?” asked the wife.

“No ma’am. Nothing like that. A rock star used to rent the house. It seems as if he still wants to play from beyond the grave.” answered the agent.

“Which rock star?” the husband inquired.

After a brief pause, the agent said “Jimi Hendrix.”

“We’ll take the house!” the couple answered without missing a beat.




Back from the Future: Writing Prompt Boot Camp, Day 7


A knock at the door catches you off guard. Upon answering it, you’re greeted by a man who
says he’s from the future—and he can prove it. More important, he says he has information
that will save your life.

Should I call him Doc? I think I will. Maybe he’ll tell me the whole story, while having coffee in a very public place.
He show me a crumpled up note. It’s a letter from my high school boyfriend that I thought I burned fifteen years ago.
Doc said, “I followed you back in time. It was important to see where your life veered off course. When you burned the note, you burned all the notes that ever meant anything to you.”

I asked, “So what does that mean?”

He answered, “Your life has been empty. Almost without a purpose. You have no value for sentiment or love. If you keep going down this road, you will be lonely for life and possibly beyond.”

. . . .

I’m not sure if I should finish this or not.