I'm back! (For now) Did y'all miss me? Thank you to both Cia and Steve (Wildone) for taking over for me while I was on vacation. I hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend, I know I am! To help start it off right, it's time for the weekly prompts. Hopefully one of these great prompts will inspire you, and don't forget to share your responses (at least a link) in the forum so that they can possibly be featured next week. Also, as always, remember that prompt responses under 1K have to be posted as part of a collection.

Prompt 532 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following in a story – a bank, a blonde wig, a doctor, a fire hydrant, and a doughnut.

Prompt 533 – Creative
Tag – Police Officer
You recently graduated from the academy, and have your own assigned area to protect. However, you aren’t a normal police officer, because your beat is a quadrant of space. What is your job like?

For this week, I decided to feature the responses from Prompt #530:

“Pull over! I’m going to be sick,” the boy shouted next to him, holding his fragile hand in front of his pale lips.

 

His father ground his teeth, but complied. The twitching of the corners of his mouth, the way his eyes narrowed, the unnecessarily slow braking, they gave it all away: he thought his son was a little pussy; a few hundred kilometers’ car ride turning him sick like a month long voyage on a rough ocean.

 

He sighed when the car came to a final halt. While his son, green like a faded hospital wall, jumped out of the vehicle with a motion that could only be described as ‘faggy,’ he turned the radio louder. He had no desire to listen to vomiting noises and girly whimpering.

 

As his ‘luck’ wanted it, the station blasted the latest YMCA hit ‘In the Navy’ through the mild May air; he snarled and quickly changed the offensive channel to get some decent country music. This country was going downhill quickly, he thought. A decade of hippy flower power on pot had ruined two centuries of hard work since the founders. But he couldn’t even claim Canada was immune to such degeneration given his ‘son.’

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