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Writing Prompt: Breaking up with Writers Block

When I decided to get back into writing, and working on my webpage I decided that I needed to have small goals and to make myself find time to write those small goals before going back to my long stories. Being able to complete something is a wonderful feeling and I enjoy these writing prompts more than I thought I would. When I signed up with Writers Digest they sent me a few pages from their book A Year of Writing Prompts and this one comes from that book. Usually I get mine from their page  Writers Digest  I hope you all have been enjoying reading them as much as I have been having writing them. They have forced me to think about things in different ways, like my last writing prompt “Everybody knows your name”  I look forward to thinking more outside the box with them and to getting into a regular writing routine so that I can get my longer stories finished and published.

Writing Prompt: Breaking up with writers block

It’s time for you and Writer’s Block to part ways. Write a letter breaking up with Writer’s Block, starting out with, “Dear Writer’s Block, it’s not you, it’s me … .”


Dear Writers Block,

It’s not you it’s me. I need to continue with my stories. I distract myself with other things then blame you for my lack of progress. I know that is not fair to you. I need to break up with you, stop blaming you for everything.

Because of you I have enjoyed many things, thigs that I can no use within my writing. I’ve gone for walks in the woods, visited the ocean, put puzzles together, binge watched shows, and read many, many books. You have been good to me, Writers Block, but now I must let you go.

I have a responsibility to my readers and to my characters to finish my stories. They deserve an ending and to be read by many people who will love them as much as I do.

I’m afraid I am weak, that this isn’t our final goodbye that I’ll come back to you. If it do, it will only end in heart ache. We are not meant to be. I am meant to write and you are meant to stop writing. I will miss the time we spent together.

I’m certain you will find another writer to spend time with, though I’m sure your time with them will also end. I wish you well and hope I do not see you again. Though you are fun, you are equally frustrating. Thank you for helping me experience more of life. I must get back to writing now.

Forever worried and thinking about you,




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Writing Prompt: Everybody knows your name

I didn’t quite make it to one a week. I’ll work on that. Here is my second attempt at a writing prompt please enjoy and share.

Writing Prompt from Writers Digest:

You’ve been going to the same bar every night for the past five years. In fact, you’re such a regular that when you enter the, the other patrons yell your name and the bartender already has your drink waiting for you. But then one Friday you arrive and no one seems to recognize you,…


He stood outside his favorite bar, the one only a few blocks from his apartment. Sometimes it felt more like home than his own home did. Not tonight though. Last night must have been a bad one. Could only imagine the fool he had made of himself. He remembered going there last night after work. It had been a hard day, his late wife’s mother had called him at work demanding to come over and get some of her daughter’s things from their old home.

He had come in to drown the memories of that tragedy and seemed to have done it, because he couldn’t remember how he got home. He just woke up in his bed a few hours ago. Thank God this Friday the office was closed, or he would have missed work and probably been fired.

Sighing he decided to get it over with, the heckling from the other regulars, and his apology to Mac, the bar owner. He walked in and no one called out to him, maybe it was worse than he feared. He looked around recognizing many faces. They watched him with curious looks on their faces. It was almost like they were leery of him, worried about what he would do or why he was there.

“Hey Mac.” He sat down in his regular chair, he was glad it was in the far corner of the bar where he could see the entire room. He was getting a little creeped out by the looks he was given. What the hell had he done last night? The bar tender nodded but didn’t say anything. Aiden lowered his head, it was so bad Mac didn’t even want to talk to him? He just waited for his usual drink.

It took ten minutes before Mac finally looked at him. “You gonna order or just sit there kid?” He asked as he cleaned a glass. Aiden looked at him curiously. Mac hadn’t called him a kid in five years, not since he first started coming to the bar.

“I’ll get a bottle of Cores.” He answered when Mac brought it to him he gave a nod and walked off to serve another costumer, not bothering with small talk and not giving him a chance to apologize. This got Aiden annoyed “hey, I know I must have been a mess last night, but was it so bad that you’re not even going to talk to me today?” He called across the bar.

Mac turned to look at him confusion on his face. “What are you talking about kid? I’ve never seen you before.”

Aiden looked back shocked “Mac are you okay? It’s me Aiden, I’ve been coming here for five years. The last two years I’ve been here almost every night.” He looked around the bar bt no one was paying attention to him. “Carl, why’s Mac acting like he doesn’t know me?” He called to a man playing darts on the far wall.

Carl turned “how the hell do you know my name?” he asked angry already.

“This isn’t funny.” Aiden said getting angry himself. “Just because you’re mad about my behavior last night doesn’t mean you need to act like you don’t know me.” Both men looked at him like he was crazy. “What the hell is going on?” He demanded getting up from his stool. “Dan, you know me right?” He grabbed a man playing cards pulling him up. The guy shoved him away mumbling about crazy people. They all looked at him like he was crazy. Aiden stumbled to the door shoving it open. He blocked his eyes from the bright sunlight. It was just night when he went in, what the hell?

A loud screech and high pitched noise had him coving his years. “Damn it. I told you it wasn’t ready. Get the human out of there, he’s going to have to stay in a different enclosure until we fix this. Make him forget and keep him asleep until we are ready.” A loud voice could be heard but Aiden couldn’t see anyone. It was like a booming voice from the sky.

Two people from the bar came out. They touched their belts and hey no longer looked like they had moments ago. They now had green scaly skin, tails that whipped behind them and an extra set of arms appeared from their torso. Their faces had deep-set eyes and their mouth was a bit elongated, not like a dog but certainly not human.

Aiden screamed, the taller one laughed. “That’s what our people will be doing when we finally get you on display.” The scenery around them blinked and went out. Aiden found he was in a room surrounded in glass. There were planks of wood covering the windows at the moment.

“Now take this like a good human.” The shorter one said holding out a needle and syringe. “We want you to believe you are still at home on Earth. That way our customers get to see a human in their natural habitat.” Aiden blinked and backed up until he hit a wall. “Don’t worry. We have plans to bring a female human later. You won’t be alone for long.”

The tall one laughed again “he wouldn’t know he was alone anyway. He’s going to think he’s still at home enjoying life. He will never know that he’s with us.”

The alien’s lunged at him holding him against the wall while he thrashed trying to get away. They were much stronger than he, however, and soon had stuck him with the needle. As darkness closed in on him he found himself wondering if anyone at the bar at home would notice him missing. Would any one care? He knew by the time he woke up he would forget all this, they would fix their hologram and he would think he was on Earth. That was the most terrifying idea of all.



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Writing Prompt: Shark Attack

This is my first writing prompt attempt. Let me know what you think. I’m hoping to do at least one a week. I got the writing prompt at Writers Digest

You’re sailing in the ocean with friends when a shark attacks your boat, knocking off your friend who is driving the boat. There are two others on the vessel with you and you have to work with them to quickly save the driver from the water (and being eaten by the shark).


“I’m glad you convinced me to come out Noah.” I looked around loving the calm ocean water, the sun shining like a mirror off it. We had been out for a few hours now, the shore looked like just a dot on the horizon.

Noah smiled at me. “I knew you’d enjoy it.” He turned back to the steering though he had turned off the engine a moment ago, just letting us bob in the water for a bit.

“I think I’m sea sick.” My best friend Emma said coming up from the small room in the bottom of the boat.

I heard laughter behind her and saw her boyfriend, Benjamin walking up behind her. They had been together since high school, Noah was his best friend and we had all been invited to hang out on the boat. I only knew Noah though Benjamin and when I had thought about not coming he had convinced me that it would be fun.  “There goes my convincing you that we need a boat.”

Suddenly the boat rocked hard knocking us around. “What the hell was that?” Noah asked gripping the control panel to help him stand.

“Like I know.” I answered annoyed I had fallen on my ass and it didn’t feel to good right now. Noah was suddenly in front of me and held out a hand helping me up.

He walked over to the side of the boat after I was steady on my feet and looked over. “I don’t see – Shit!” he cut himself off he backed away quickly but not fast enough has the boat rocked again and he tumbled over board. I screamed and ran to the side. Emma screamed behind me, I thought for Noah but when I looked back for help I found her keeling next to Benjamin.

“He hit his head when he fell.” She cried scrambling to find something to put to his head. I could see some blood on his forehead but it wasn’t much so it didn’t seem to be that bad. I turned to look for Noah in the water and was relieved when I saw him bobbing not moving much.

“Come here I’ll help you.” I held out a hand but he didn’t move.

Slowly he looked around him but I didn’t understand what was the matter. “Shark.” He said “I don’t want to move too much I’ll look like a fish.” He was talking quietly like even yelling would make the shark attack him “There is a long poll in the cabin with a hood on the end, go get it.”  I didn’t want to leave him but took off, me standing there wasn’t helping this would. I could see the shark fin when I got back. It terrified me. “Tie one end, not the hook, to the rope on the deck.” I found there was a hole in the end so I threaded the rope though. “Now don’t throw it try to slide it out to me.”

Luckily the sides of the boat weren’t too big but I was not a very strong person. I was at my limit stretching over the railing. The shark wasn’t attacking just swimming back and forth like it was watching. It look big to me. Noah caught the tip of it and curled his fingers firmly. “Emma, help me.” I called not able to look back at her.

“But Benjamin.” She said in a pitiful voice.

“He doesn’t have a shark circling him. There is nothing more you can do for him, help me!” I yelled trying to pull. Noah wasn’t helping. I felt her arms around my waist pulling me back.

He moved slightly. “Kick!” Emma yelled in my ear.

“He can’t he doesn’t want the shark to think he’s a fish.” I answered. “Damn you’re heavy dude.” I complained. We were huffing and puffing. I glanced at where the sharks fin was “um… where did it go?” I asked fear creeping into my voice raising it an octave.

“Crap, pull!” He yelled kicking. He yanked with all our might. His wet and slippery hand clenched mine. I saw a shape just off to his left, a fin grew quickly out of the water, it was coming fast. Noah used my hand and tried to scramble up the side of the boat. Fear made me lean over and grab his shorts band with a great heave he was over the side we both fell back sprawled on the floor of the boat, him on top of me gasping for air. I shoved him off so I could breathe better. The boat rocked again. Noah scrambled up and raced to the steering wheel. The engine roared to life and we were out of there.

We headed back to shore, the whole ordeal had lasted ten or twenty minutes. If felt much longer. Benjamin woke up as we reached the dock wondering why Noah was wet. “I think it will be awhile before I go out again.” I said getting off the boat and smiling weakly at Noah.

“I don’t know what the hell that was, it was so… abnormal. How about I take you to a move next time I want to ask you out.” Noah laughed a little.

I looked up at him. “I didn’t know this was a date, I thought… Emma just said you invited us to hang out.”

He laughed “good, than that was most defiantly not our first date.” He put his arm around my shoulders. “Thanks for saving my life.” I smiled up at him.

“It better be a good date, now you owe me.” He laughed at that squeezing me to his side a little before dropping his arm from around me.