Happy Friday, Y'all!!!!! Hope everyone is looking forward to the weekend, I know I am! To help start your weekend off right, it's time for some new prompts. Hopefully one of these great prompts will inspire you, and don't forget to share your responses (at least a link) 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 492 – Creative
Tag – First Line
“Now what do we do?”

Prompt 493 – Creative
Tag – The Body
You had gone out jogging, trying to clear your mind and get in shape. Listening to your ipod and ignoring your surroundings, you step onto a branch, slip, and fall down a slight incline on the side of the road. When you finally sit up, you find yourself staring at a dead body. What happened next?

O. Henry Short Story Prompt #2
Write your own version of The Last Leaf and provide a twist that explains how the Last Leaf was able to save Johnsy's life. To find out more, visit the thread.

This week, we're going to take a look at the responses to Prompt #490:

Clayton was already rolling his eyes with impatience, and this was only the third yard sale he and Gary had been to. "Gary, come on. I don't want to waste the whole day doing this. It's so warm, we could be at the beach."

 

"I'm gonna look at the jewelry." Gary strolled away from the younger man, who promptly got absorbed in his phone. On a table cluttered with horrid decorative dishes and glassware was a sign, "YOU BREAK IT, YOU BUY IT." Well, pleased to make your acquaintance, too.

 

Under the table was an old locked wooden box. Gary picked it up and addressed the woman in the floppy hat sitting by the cash box. "Is this for sale?"

 

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When the man stepped to her restaurant table, stealthily as a panther but with the presence of a lion, the heavy red wine nearly went down the wrong throat. She considered herself much too experienced to blush when being approached by a stunning man, but it had just happened. And it wasn’t the wine, she barely had had one sip.

 

The profession of a business journalist sounded much more lucrative than it was, so a free trip to the Bay Area and dinner in one of the best fusion restaurants of the West Coast didn’t come amiss. The expensive wine that came with it helped her to deal with the boringness of her interview partners, upper middle level managers with a mistress and three estranged kids, and had the pleasant side effect of loosening the tongues of those afore-mentioned managers; after all she did interviews to get some juicy details on companies and not to write glorifying PR stories for them.

 

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