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I found an interesting writing prompt online. It gives you the setting, the first few words of your story, and several more words that you must use in your story. You then give yourself 10 minutes to write.
Setting: at a resort
Starting phrase for story: Nice guys
Four words you must include in your story: quest, lopsided, drag, and poem
Nice guys seem to be a rare species. Stephanie and I decided that we were no longer going to wait for them to show up on our doorsteps. We made it our quest to go in search of them ourselves.
We thought long and hard as to where we wanted to search. We were both very stressed out from our jobs. It had become a total drag. So we decided to go stay at a luxurious resort so that we can be pampered as we plotted how to best locate these nice guys we kept hearing about.
Our flight left around nine in the morning. It was a peaceful time. Just knowing that we had two weeks off from work seemed to relax us immensely. We reached our destination in the late afternoon.
Stepping outside, we were at once greeted by tropical breezes. The palm trees were swaying in the breeze. The resort had sent a driver to pick us up. He was a cheerful fellow with a lopsided grin. He chatted feverishly about local sites on our leisurely drive.
The resort was much more grandiose then I ever imagined. Our room had an ocean front view. The rooms were immense. We had booked a suite. We each had a separate room with an adjoining sitting room. The rooms had king sized beds and their own bathrooms complete with jacuzzi bathtubs.
The first place we decided to go was for a late lunch. The resort boasted one of the islands best restaurants. I threw on a peach-colored sun dress and some strappy sandals. The Maitre De sat us immediately at a table for four. All of the smaller tables were taken.
That is when I first spotted him. He was waiting with a friend to be seated. His hair was the color of milk chocolate. His eyes were alit with the fire of his soul. His smile radiated warmth across the room. He looked up from his friend and his smoldering gaze seemed to reach into the depths of my heart. He motioned to the Maitre De and spoke briefly. Then he sauntered over to our table. He introduced himself as Malcolm.
Well, the ten minutes went by really fast. Maybe I will continue with this story later.
Setting: at a resort
Starting phrase for story: Nice guys
Four words you must include in your story: quest, lopsided, drag, and poem
Nice guys seem to be a rare species. Stephanie and I decided that we were no longer going to wait for them to show up on our doorsteps. We made it our quest to go in search of them ourselves.
We thought long and hard as to where we wanted to search. We were both very stressed out from our jobs. It had become a total drag. So we decided to go stay at a luxurious resort so that we can be pampered as we plotted how to best locate these nice guys we kept hearing about.
Our flight left around nine in the morning. It was a peaceful time. Just knowing that we had two weeks off from work seemed to relax us immensely. We reached our destination in the late afternoon.
Stepping outside, we were at once greeted by tropical breezes. The palm trees were swaying in the breeze. The resort had sent a driver to pick us up. He was a cheerful fellow with a lopsided grin. He chatted feverishly about local sites on our leisurely drive.
The resort was much more grandiose then I ever imagined. Our room had an ocean front view. The rooms were immense. We had booked a suite. We each had a separate room with an adjoining sitting room. The rooms had king sized beds and their own bathrooms complete with jacuzzi bathtubs.
The first place we decided to go was for a late lunch. The resort boasted one of the islands best restaurants. I threw on a peach-colored sun dress and some strappy sandals. The Maitre De sat us immediately at a table for four. All of the smaller tables were taken.
That is when I first spotted him. He was waiting with a friend to be seated. His hair was the color of milk chocolate. His eyes were alit with the fire of his soul. His smile radiated warmth across the room. He looked up from his friend and his smoldering gaze seemed to reach into the depths of my heart. He motioned to the Maitre De and spoke briefly. Then he sauntered over to our table. He introduced himself as Malcolm.
Well, the ten minutes went by really fast. Maybe I will continue with this story later.
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