#400writingprompts – The Inner Workings

Prompt 22: Let’s Not Make Jurassic Park a Reality (Thanks)

August 12, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #dinosaurs, #humans, #Jurassicpark, #prompt22Leave a comment

Prompt Twenty-Two: Do you think dinosaurs and humans could coexist today? What would make that possible or impossible?

There are literally five movies as to why this would not be a good idea.

Five.

Movies.

Why.

Seriously.

This right here is why dinosaurs and humans COULD NOT COEXIST.

Would it be cool? Sure. I mean who wouldn’t want to see a dinosaur? A triceratops or a pterodactyl or a Brontosaurus? But the thing is, dinosaurs lived millions of years ago. . . .when there were no humans. We didn’t even exist yet. There’s no way of knowing how dinosaurs would react to us. (In the T-Rex’s case, I imagine we’d end up like the poor bloke on the toilet.) The world is a lot different than it was when dinos did exist. There’s less green trees and more gray concrete for one. There’s technology. It’s all so vastly different.

The real question is. . .

Is there enough space for humans AND dinosaurs on Earth? Could we live without killing the planet or you know, killing each other? I don’t know. But I don’t want to find out. Or else I might end up like the poor bloke on the loo. Dinosaurs? Always cool. But they are dead and let’s just keep it that way.

Prompt 21: Embrace the Fear

August 6, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, College Life, Me, My Writing, Real LifeTagged #400writingprompts, #behindonthese, #day21, #missionstatement, #mybad, #sortof, #taylorswift, #tryingLeave a comment

Prompt Twenty-One: outline a “mission statement” for your life.

Be fearless.

By ‘fearless,’ I don’t mean don’t be afraid.

Don’t be one of those characters who is not afraid of anything and then winds out dead. Everyone is afraid of something. Fear is a normal human thing. And admitting that you are afraid, is (ironically) a very brave thing to do.

But what do I mean by ‘fearless?’

By ‘fearless’ I mean embrace the fear but don’t let it control you.

You control it.

Try new things.

Make mistakes.

Laugh at those mistakes.

Dance naked in your bedroom.

Say yes to that job that you’re not sure if it’ll suit you. Who knows. It might be what you’re looking for.

Dye your hair Joker green. Hell, shave all your hair off.

Never back down.

But know when it’s time to let go.

You’re going to be afraid, and that’s okay. But don’t let that stop you. Never let it stop you.

Prompt 20: Theses Boots Were Made For Walkin’

July 31, 2019February 7, 2020Posted in Being a Writer, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #day20Leave a comment

Prompt Twenty: Talk about your favorite pair of shoes and why you love them so much.

Ah. Shoes. Who doesn’t love shoes? I mean even dogs love shoes. Sure, we don’t want them to love shoes, but they do.

See? That pupper loves shoes so much he (or she) is trying to take it off their “hooman.” (Another note: THAT DOG LOOKS ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE MY DOG ANNABELLE.)

Me? I love shoes. I have quite a few pairs of shoes. . . .I don’t wear most of them because I forget I have them, but hey, I like having the option. (Speaking of shoes. Now I want a new pair. PLUS it’s tax-free weekend!!)

Currently, I can’t wear my favorite pair of shoes. Why? Because it’s 95 degrees outside and if I wore my leather black boots that stop just a few inches under my knee, I’d sweat like a fat man in a sauna. It wouldn’t be pretty.

But don’t worry, the second it gets cooler, I’ll be wearing my boots all day everyday. Even to bed. (That was a joke.)

There is something about a pair of boots. For me, they make me feel strong and powerful. Like I could kick Thanos’ ass or throw Steppenwolf through a wall. My boots make me feel confident. It’s a bit silly, I’ll admit that. But I love my boots. And if I could, I’d wear them all year around. They make me feel like doing this.

Prompt 19: With Just One Click

July 26, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, College Life, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #day19Leave a comment

Prompt Nineteen: Name something you wish had a remote control that currently does not.

Sometimes I wish life had a remote. That way I could skip all this boring stressful nonsense and get to the good parts. Almost like when you’re re watching a show and a character is being dumb and you grab your remote. You fast forward because you already know what happened.

Except this remote, would control your life.

Younger sibling being annoying and won’t leave? Fast forward to when they leave.

Customer being rude? Hit pause and put ice cream down their shirt The Princess Diaries style. Then you can hit rewind like it never happened.

Is your mom coming home and you forgot to do the dishes? Hit pause and do them before she even walks in the door!

Is the cute guy you’re talking too really an ass? Skip forward to see if the sex is going to be worth this conversation.

Things like that.

Basically, I’d want to be like Adam Sandler from Click. But minus all the bad stuff that happens to him.

Prompt 18: We’re Not In (Ar)Kansas Anymore

July 26, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, Fandom, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #day18, #dorothy, #glinda, #wizardofozLeave a comment

Prompt Eighteen: If you found yourself in Oz, what would you do different than Dorothy?

What would I do differently than Dorothy?

I would ask questions. I felt like Dorothy didn’t ask enough questions. Why did the ruby slippers fit on Dorothy’s feet? Why were they so important to the Wicked Witch of the West? What exactly did the ruby slippers DO?

I would not trust Glinda. I always felt like she was a bit. . . .shady. I mean look at her!

Who wears THAT MUCH PINK? She does apparently. Also her little thing she says at the end? “Oh you’ve always had the power, dear.” If I was Dorothy I’d lose my temper and say: “THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE.”

And to add to our theme. Here is Elton John’s “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.”

Prompt 17: The Friendly Half-Giant

July 25, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, Fandom, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #day17, #hagrid, #harrypotter, #writingpromptsLeave a comment

Prompt Seventeen: Name a fictional character or monster you would love to have as a friend. Why do you think they would be a good friend to you?

If you know me, you know that I love Harry Potter. It holds a special place in my heart, and it always will. And that is why a fictional character I would love to have as a friend would be. . . .

Hagrid, the friendly half-giant.

Hagrid would be a great friend to have. He’s loyal and steady. He always there for you if you need a cup of tea or a rock cake. He knows exactly what to say when you are feeling down. But he also knows what to say when you are being an idiot. He’s not afraid to tell it how it is. He has advice and some might think it’s simple, but Hagrid is usually right.

“No good sittin’ worryin’ abou’ it,” he said. “What’s comin’ will come, an’ we’ll meet it when it does.”
Rubeus Hagrid, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

He is always there for Harry no matter what. Sure, he has an unhealthy obsession for dangerous creatures like dragons and Blast-Ended Skrewts. Not to mention the habit of telling things he shouldn’t be telling. But Hagrid will always be there for you no matter what.

After all, we all know that there is no Hogwarts without Hagrid.

Prompt 16: Cocktail a la Keely

July 23, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #cocktails, #day16Leave a comment

Prompt Sixteen: You have to design a cocktail or a drink after yourself (alcoholic or non-alcoholic). What ingredients are in it and what will you name it?

My cocktail would be something either peach or chocolate related. So I decided to make two different cocktails. Whether or not these taste any good, I have no idea. But hey, they might. (Now I want to make them.)

Don’t Be a Peach

Ingredients:

Peach Schnapps

Grenadine

White moscato

Peach slice

Cherry

Sweetly Bitter or Bitterly Sweet

Ingredients

Rumchata

Cocoa powder

Whipped cream

Dark chocolate shavings

Prompt 15: Indulgence

July 23, 2019Posted in Being a Writer, Me, My WritingTagged #400writingprompts, #day15, #indulgenceLeave a comment

Prompt Fifteen: If you could indulge in anything without consequence, what would it be?

This is a tough one for me.

I already indulge in things.

I already eat all the food I want without consequence because I have a high-metabolism. I already binge watch shows and eat an over-abundance of sweets. I really can’t think of anything that I would want to indulge in without consequence.

So I’ll say what my friends said. One said she’d like to be able to steal anything she wanted. The other said she’d like to be able to kill anyone and get away with it. (Think the Purge.)

What would you indulge in without consequence?