Through the magic that is GA staff who never seem to sleep (we're always watching you, so be afraid, be very afraid!) the Prompts are coming to you slightly late, but not so much. Ever get bogged down on your serial posted story? The novel you're dying to write just not flowing? Take a break and enjoy one of the prompts brought to you by our very own prompt guru, Comicfan! This week, we're also featuring a poetry prompt from AC Benus, too! As always, if your responses are under 1,000 words, make sure you're posting in a collection.

Prompt 470 - Creative
Tag - The Pants
Today is the big day for you. Everything seems to be going well until you dropped your pen, bend over, and your pants split. With your meeting about to start what pants are you now forced to wear?

Prompt 471 - Creative
Tag -List of Words
Use the following words in a story - a gift, a sandwich, handcuffs, silk sheets, and a ring.

Poetry Prompt 117 - Childhood Verse

The prompt: write two Childhood Verses, one from a kid's point of view, and one from the perspective of an adult. For the first, recall a particular way that you used to like to play, and tell the reader about it. For the grown-up poem, remember those times when you were a child and did not want to go to bed; write the poem from the POV of the adult trying to make you fall asleep. You can use any stanza pattern or rhyme scheme you feel best conveys your concept.

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For the feature this week, we're taking a look at Carlos Hazday's response to Prompt #468:

 

I rode the bike to the old Conch house Josh had inherited from his parents decades ago, found a spot in between two cars parked too close to each other for another one to fit in between, and backed the Harley into it. Uncertain of what my best bud had planned, I sat on the motorcycle for a few minutes, staring into the void, trying to clear my head of all the bad memories of the past. What the fuck was it with me and landmark birthdays?

 

At twenty, my angst over being gay led to me to drop out of school, after four straight semesters of mediocre grades. I had spent those two years in college too horny, too poor, and too scared the guys I hung out with would find out I was gay. Who had time to pay attention in class or study?

 

Some asshole gave me gonorrhea right before my thirtieth. Once the drips started, I knew what it was, and cursed up a storm on my way to the clinic. The doctor suggested blood tests for every possible STD, I agreed, and went home that day with a packet of information about HIV. I was numb.

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