Hope everyone has had a great week so far and is looking forward to the weekend. What better way to start it off than with brand new prompts! If you've been feeling stuck, or maybe just want to do something a little different, maybe one of these prompts will jumpstart a new idea. Don't forget, if under 1,000 words, prompt responses that are posted in GA Stories must be posted as part of a collection.

Prompt 358 – Creative
Tag – List of Words
Use the following in a story – fall leaves, rain storm, blue jeans, kitten, and a pizza

Prompt 359 – Creative
Tag – The Mutt
The dog arrived in the middle of night with a note on his collar telling you to keep him and he will help you with your problems. You thought whoever left the dog had to be crazy. However, after a week the dog seemed to sense you needed things and for some odd reason would nearly drag you on your attempts to walk him right into the middle of some problem that ended up solving one you were having. What do you do with your mutt now?

Normally this would be the part where I'd share a response from the last set of prompt responses, this week however, we have a little something extra to share. AC Benus and Irritable1 started doing poetry prompts a month ago. Just a couple of days ago, AC Benus posted Poetry Prompt #2!

Poetry Prompt #2:
Write two Haiku. One inspired by a sight you witnessed outdoors, in a secluded patch of nature (either in your yard, a city park, or the great untamed wilderness). And a second one inspired by an urban sight (something that catches your eye on the street), or that happens indoors. You must be true to the form and include a seasonal word within both poems, but remember, words like 'surfboard' and 'bug spray' speak of summer just as much as 'frog' and 'cicada' do. Think outside the box and just use a sight that speaks to the season in the part of the world you are right now.

To be a true Haiku, do not use words or concepts like "I," "my," "mine," etc. Stick to plain scene painting, for if the sight moved you, it has the potential to move others too.

Before you write your Haiku's, you might want to check out all the background information shared in the Prompt Thread!

Now, lets look at some Prompt Responses! This week I've decided to share Aditus' response to Prompt #356:

 

 

 

Making a Scene

“Since when do I have to tell you everything?” Peter rose and grabbed his messenger bag that was lying beside him on the table.

 

Will jumped from the small wrought-iron chair. All of a sudden it had gotten very silent in the small café, only the hissing of the coffee maker and the clattering of dishes could be heard in the distance. He felt as if the eyes of everyone in the room were on them. “You don’t have to tell me everything, but moving back to Japan isn’t a small matter, don’t you think?”

 

Peter opened his wallet and threw a few bills on the table. “I’m not moving back. I’m visiting my family.” He waved his hand impatiently. “And you’re making a scene.”

 

“For an indefinite period of time, as you yourself just said.” Peter looked briefly at an older couple staring openly at them. “And I don’t care if I’m making a scene. You consciously chose to tell me here, because you thought I would take your news like the good little boy I am, swallow and behave. Well, think again!”

 

“You’re perfectly right. I chose the café in the vague hope we could avoid this” - again with the hand wave – “getting overly emotional. I should have known better.”

 

Without looking back Peter left and Will let himself fall back into his chair. He waited for the pain to begin rushing into him, but he only felt numb and detached, as if he had just witnessed what had happened from the outside.

 

Someone clearing their throat made Will aware that he was sitting in a busy café and every patron and the whole staff had just witnessed Peter breaking up with him. Sort of.

 

He had broken up with him. Right?

 

 

 

Also, since we're adding Poetry Prompt #2, I decided to feature a response from Poetry Prompt #1: Tanka. Here is Rano's Tanka poem:

I see blossoms bud,

 

heralding the Maiden fair.

 

Snow forms rivulets,

 

skylarks singing joyously...

 

The Old Man has gone to sleep.

Don't forget.... Read, Write, and REVIEW.