Fridays are a great day here at the GA News Blog! Not only does it signal the end of the week, but it's also time to bring you two new prompts supplied to us by the prompt guru, Comicfan. Whether you are looking for inspiration to help get over writers block or you just want to write something short and quick, the prompts are a great way to get started! Let's see what Comicfan has for us this week!

Prompt 360 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Why do I even bother?”

Prompt 361 – Creative
Tag – The Fair
Every year the local county throws a fair. It is always a lot of food, crafts, and things to buy. This year a carnival has been added to the fair and the whole mood has changed. People seem to be attracted the dark tents, loud noises, and wild rides. Is this just a new addition or has something sinister come to the local fair this year?

We only had a couple responses last week, I decided to share Valkyrie71's response to Prompt #358:

The windshield wipers barely cleared the rain, even on their fastest setting. I slammed on my brakes, narrowly avoiding rear ending the car that suddenly materialized in front of me. I hated rainstorms. No one wanted to get wet, so it was left to me to deliver the pizzas, wings, and subs for all the football parties. Who cares if the pizza delivery boy gets wet? At least it usually meant a few extra bucks in tips.

 

I turned left down Center Street and slowed to a crawl, searching for the address of my next delivery. The rain made it nearly impossible to read the house numbers. The person behind me was tailgating, so I pulled over to the side of the road to try and get my bearings. I was only a few houses away, so I crept along until I found the house I was looking for.

 

The rain showed no signs of letting up, so I donned my baseball cap, gathered up the customer’s order, and quickly exited the car. As I rushed up the driveway to the front door, I slipped on a pile of wet autumn leaves. The pizza and wings went flying through the air, landing on the ground shortly before I did, cushioning my fall.

 

The rain chose that moment to increase even more in intensity, thoroughly drenching me. I sat in utter dejection. The rain cascaded off the brim of my baseball hat like a waterfall, soaking my blue jeans and providing a freezing cold counterpoint to the hot pizza warming my ass.

 

“Are you ok?”

 

I looked up, startled. I decided that maybe I had suffered a concussion and knocked myself out because there was no way that I could still be in reality. The most gorgeous man I had ever seen knelt in front of me. His black hair was plastered to his head from the rain and his wet shirt clung to his body, showcasing his very well developed chest and arms. His jeans clung to his legs like a second skin and I sat there like an idiot, staring at him with my mouth open.

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