A Love Letter from a Gentleman

You find an old hope chest from Great Aunt Daisy. It’s stuffed full of old linens, china and letters from her lifetime. Reading the letters is a trip back through time. One is a love letter from a man you know was not Great Uncle Edwin. It’s lovely, written by someone who very much cared, with romance, passion and not at all overly mushy or slutty.

Have you ever written a real love letter? How would you begin it and how would it end?

Chocolate for the Best Chocoholics

You’re on the chocolate diet. It’s absolutely fabulous, eat chocolate whenever you want, all kinds of great chocolate sweets and savoury dishes too. It is the most delicious diet you have ever tried. The only drawback is that your scale keeps reading wrong. You can’t possibly have gained four pounds, you’re on a diet after all.

What is your yummiest chocolate idea for a recipe? Non-diet of course.

Keeping Down the Leprechauns

You finally catch that snickering little leprechaun. This time he won’t be getting away. He’s caught in a small steel cage and you’ve even got it on wheels so you can just tow him along wherever you go. He’s not liking it. But that just makes you feel better after listening to him laughing at you all these past months.

You can’t take a caged leprechaun many places without someone else wanting to steal him away and you need to have quiet to hear when he tells you the secret to his treasure. Reading a book would be a good idea but you forgot to stash one in your purse. Going to the library or a coffee shop won’t do cause he’s making way too much noise arguing and complaining and trying to trick you into letting him go.

It’s going to take some time before he breaks down enough to tell you where his treasure is… how do you pass the time?

Chocolate Pudding Fiasco

Off Center needs some writing inspiration. If you are reading this click to visit and give her a writing tip for when you just have the blahs and inspiration seems miles away.

Meanwhile… You were visiting the chocolate factory. Oh yummy. There was a huge tank, a vat really, of chocolate pudding. It smelled so good you just had to lean in closer to get a really good whiff… then you fell in. Just like that kid in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Embarrassing.

But, the problem is getting out now. No one seems to have heard you calling for help. Which is kind of ok since you will likely get into a ton of trouble for contaminating a vat of chocolate. It was meant to be edible after all.

So, what do you do? I mean, after you’ve inhaled as much chocolate pudding as you can stand?

The Word You Use

Pick a word you don’t know. Find a dictionary (online or not), pick a letter and read down the lists of words until something unusual and unknown comes up.

Now write ad adventure for yourself based on the word you pick and it’s meaning. Make sure you use the word once and then write around it, showing the meaning so that no one reading your work would have to look up that word. Make the meaning clear through use of your story telling ability.

NaComLeavMo

NaComLeavMo–National Comment Leaving Month (the national refers to wherever you are reading) from May 25th to June 25th. A full month of intense comment leaving. Leave 5 comments a day and return one comment a day for the month.

Was a nice plan. I just found it too late to join up. But left a comment on the post and she wrote back. Tomorrow she is taking votes on whether it should start again this coming month. Leave your comments too, if you’d like to get in on NaComLeavMo. I will.

Dinking and Drinking

Funky Midnight Writing for Soulfully Blonde. It’s midnight… close enough. Some weird elf comes into your room with two potions. One says “drink me” and the other says “no, dink me”. (No one said elves were good proofreaders).

The elf sets your potion of choice down on your nightstand, right beside the book you were reading. He gives you a look when he sees the title of your book. Elves are kind of prudish at times.

You dink the potion (or drink it if you were silly enough to pick that one which is only going to make you taller until your head buts through the roof of your home and causes you a lot of insurance headaches, now don’t you wish you had just dinked the other potion…?) the elf begins to look a lot taller, kind of sexy too. When did you develop this elf fetish?

So, do you tell the elf about his typo? Do you give him a talk about the importance of proofreading, spelling, punctuation and grammar? Once you’ve done all that, how does he take it? Sad, how little appreciation elves have for grammarians.

The New Curvy, Sexy You

You were just sitting in your favourite coffee place, enjoying a great latte, nothing much going on. You liked the book you were reading. You still have the same book and coffee in front of you. That’s a good thing. Cause almost everything else about you has suddenly changed. Other than the book, latte, your purse and your clothes you’ve just become another person on the outside. You need to get to a mirror to be sure. But, your legs are now long and slim. Your hair is long and very silky to the touch. Your figure is… perfect. You’ve suddenly become someone who looks like a curvy, sexy Victoria’s Secret lingerie model. How does your day go from there? 

The Book That Knows Everything

A handsome young man in a business suit stops you in the street. Your first thought is to feel flattered that such an interesting looking guy picked you to chat with. Just as you’re about to flip your hair and smile he gives you a piece of paper and walks away. You watch, but he doesn’t turn back. Just gone, just like that. Well, that was disappointing.

You nearly forget the bit of paper but glance at it, wondering if that was his way of just being mysterious. It turns out it was actually an envelope, inside there is a key with directions to what it opens.

Well, that’s kind of weird. But, you have the day off work, why not take a look? Turns out it is a locker at the bus station. Very busy there and even a nice looking coffee shop that seems worth a visit before you turn around and go back. The locker isn’t too hard to find, turns out it was right near the coffee shop, that was nice and tidy.

There is a book in the locker. One of those really old looking ones with a genuine hard cover. It’s even dusty and slightly mildewed. Not so great for your allergies. The cover says, “Everything There is to Know.” As if everything would fit into one book. You open the book. Inside the front cover is a handwritten dedication, to you. That’s just a little too bizarre. Feeling kind of funny about the whole thing, you can’t resist flipping open to a page.

Turns out the book isn’t actually about knowledge. It’s about fate. On page 1,064 you begin reading about your last boyfriend, the book shows his past, present and future, right up to his death crossing the street and being hit by a drunk driver on New Year’s Eve, two years from now. The book closes in your hands as your jaw drops and you get that sick, sinking feeling in your stomach. This really is more than you wanted to know, isn’t it?