Writing Prompt

I’m almost caught up on my laundry, email, snail mail, and other boring life things. If all goes well, I’ll be writing by lunchtime.

So here’s a writing prompt, if you’re in the mood. Use the two photos below to inspire a quick story. Some context – they were both taken in the lobby of my hotel in Kalamazoo, Michigan.

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The possibilities are endless…

21 Replies to “Writing Prompt”

  1. you won’t believe it

    no time for a story..

    WE JUST MADE A VERY IMPORTANT DISCOVERY IN WEB DESIGN!!!

    go to your itunes… click radio.. click alt.modern rock… FIND Y100 ROCKS!!

    it’s amazing,

  2. you won’t believe it

    no time for a story..

    WE JUST MADE A VERY IMPORTANT DISCOVERY IN WEB DESIGN!!!

    go to your itunes… click radio.. click alt.modern rock… FIND Y100 ROCKS!!

    it’s amazing,

    1. Re: you won’t believe it

      Y100 LIVES!!!

      Oh, thank you, itunes/internet/masters of the universe!!

      Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

      *weeping with joy and gratitude* *dancing, dancing* *dancing and weeping irritates next-door neighbors*

      (Thank you also, smart, observant daughter! So glad the Web Design class is useful.)

  3. you won’t believe it

    no time for a story..

    WE JUST MADE A VERY IMPORTANT DISCOVERY IN WEB DESIGN!!!

    go to your itunes… click radio.. click alt.modern rock… FIND Y100 ROCKS!!

    it’s amazing,

  4. Re: you won’t believe it

    Y100 LIVES!!!

    Oh, thank you, itunes/internet/masters of the universe!!

    Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

    *weeping with joy and gratitude* *dancing, dancing* *dancing and weeping irritates next-door neighbors*

    (Thank you also, smart, observant daughter! So glad the Web Design class is useful.)

  5. Re: you won’t believe it

    Y100 LIVES!!!

    Oh, thank you, itunes/internet/masters of the universe!!

    Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

    *weeping with joy and gratitude* *dancing, dancing* *dancing and weeping irritates next-door neighbors*

    (Thank you also, smart, observant daughter! So glad the Web Design class is useful.)

  6. Welcome Rotarians

    How did I get stuck here again? For the fifth time in the last year I’ve landed back in this hotel on my way back to school. Well for some reason I always make here before they catch me. Walking into the lobby, I remember all to well, I trip on my own feet and tumble to the ground.

    “Damn…” I curse under my breath while getting up and rubbing my now all too broken big toe. ‘Welcome Rotarians’ a sign says above my head. I sure as hell don’t feel welcome. How can I feel welcome in a place that’s just hauling me back to that place? I swear this is the last time I ever walk in here. Somehow this is the last time.

    Ok there is a little bit that i wrote after being inspired by one of the pictures. It sucks but hey you asked for it. Now on to writing a little bit for the second picture…

  7. Welcome Rotarians

    How did I get stuck here again? For the fifth time in the last year I’ve landed back in this hotel on my way back to school. Well for some reason I always make here before they catch me. Walking into the lobby, I remember all to well, I trip on my own feet and tumble to the ground.

    “Damn…” I curse under my breath while getting up and rubbing my now all too broken big toe. ‘Welcome Rotarians’ a sign says above my head. I sure as hell don’t feel welcome. How can I feel welcome in a place that’s just hauling me back to that place? I swear this is the last time I ever walk in here. Somehow this is the last time.

    Ok there is a little bit that i wrote after being inspired by one of the pictures. It sucks but hey you asked for it. Now on to writing a little bit for the second picture…

  8. Welcome Rotarians

    How did I get stuck here again? For the fifth time in the last year I’ve landed back in this hotel on my way back to school. Well for some reason I always make here before they catch me. Walking into the lobby, I remember all to well, I trip on my own feet and tumble to the ground.

    “Damn…” I curse under my breath while getting up and rubbing my now all too broken big toe. ‘Welcome Rotarians’ a sign says above my head. I sure as hell don’t feel welcome. How can I feel welcome in a place that’s just hauling me back to that place? I swear this is the last time I ever walk in here. Somehow this is the last time.

    Ok there is a little bit that i wrote after being inspired by one of the pictures. It sucks but hey you asked for it. Now on to writing a little bit for the second picture…

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