Monday, June 1, 2009

June Writing Prompt Contest

Monday's writing prompt for the first week of June is: Asking for. . .

There will be another prompt on Wednesday and Friday for you to write on and participate in the writing prompt contest.

Have fun and grab that reader's attention.

10 comments:

Ceri Hebert June 1, 2009 at 6:34 PM  

Okay, here's my go at this....

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“…asking for you again.”

Iona missed what her stage manager was saying until Olivia moved the curtain back into place and gave Iona a wink.

“That makes, what, four nights in a row?”

Iona didn’t need to ask just whom Olivia had been talking about. She had three-dozen red roses in her dressing room reminding her just who was out there. Mac Darby wouldn’t exactly fall into the “obsessed fan” category, there was something about him that was just too damned enticing to dismiss. He had the quality she looked for in a man. No matter how cliché it sounded, he was tall dark and handsome, well dressed and sexy as sin.

“Four nights,” Iona murmured and then smiled. Had to be a record.
“What have you found out about him?”

“Son of a senator from Minnesota, being groomed to follow in Daddy’s footsteps. He’s got a townhouse in Georgetown. He’s a partner in a lucrative DC firm. Never been married. Not currently involved.”

Iona’s smile grew. “All the pertinent information. Good job.”

It was time for her to take the stage, she drew in her breath, ran a hand through her deep auburn hair listening to the growing strains from the small orchestra. Before the curtain rose she turned to Olivia, a smile playing on her lips.

“Get that man in my dressing room after the show.”

Then Iona took command of her audience.

Denise June 1, 2009 at 7:05 PM  

Here is my attempt. Asking for . . .

Asking for help did not come easy to Jane. In her mind, it made her appear weak, unintelligent, and dependent.

Her shoulders shook as a shudder ran through her. No one had ever used the word dependent to describe her. Ever. Her father would not allow it. “Honey,” he’d say, “in this world you have to take care of yourself. Step up and be a man and if you can’t be a man, then at least do as a man would do.”

Ugh! Her eyes rolled heavenward as his words haunted her. She had loved her father, but sometimes she wished her mother had lived. Then maybe she would have some female words of wisdom to live by. Instead, she learned and lived by her daddy’s teachings. “Never ask for help when you can and should do it yourself.”

Picking a fellow engineer’s brain on how best to accomplish something instead of spending hours Googling the information on the Internet did not equate to asking for help. That only made good sense and achieved the end goal sooner.

But this, she thought, as she stood in the park across the street from the police station wringing her hands was a definite sign of weakness. Not to mention the fact that she had to enter the lion’s den to do it. That did not sit well with her. At all.

She paced between the two park benches for the umpteenth time. What else could she do? “Yeah.” Jane paused and inhaled a deep breath. Exhaling, she moved again.

“What would dad do?”

“Why don’t you call him and ask.”

The deep voice slammed into her, a mixture of irritation and sex. She bristled and stopped. A warm ripple traveled to the lower part of her body as if Barry White had just spoken a love song in her ear and a shiver of excitement had muscles contracting.

She pivoted on her heel, turned, and almost came face-to-chest with the detective, her detective. Well, not exactly hers, she had run out on him after all. And ever since then he had dogged her tail, case in point, his standing within an inch of her, his hot breath brushing against her neck. Her heart bounced off her rib cage when his large hand cupped her chin.

She felt her chin lifted and her gaze tore away from the V in his shirt where a small thatch of dark hair peeked out. Her eyes met his blue-eyed stare. She swallowed. Her tongue darted out, ran across her lips. She suddenly felt parched.

Why had she come? Stupidity. No, she shook her head. Desperation.

Denise June 1, 2009 at 7:09 PM  

Ceri,

Really nice. I never would have thought of that kind of opening line. Great job!

Cool name - Mac Darby.

I still have no name for hero #5 other than Detective pink panties.

Denise

Ceri Hebert June 1, 2009 at 7:36 PM  

Thanks Denise! Picking names can be a pain. Lately I've been going for simpler names like Sam and Ben. I also use baby name websites if I know the character's background or heritage. How about Conor or Adam. It can be a tough decision.

Denise June 1, 2009 at 7:47 PM  

Thought about this on my drive to work this morning. Nothing else to do for 90 minutes besides listen to audiobooks.

I'm thinking John Connor or Joe Connor. Leaning toward John because that's a good, solid name and like you said, simple.

But it has to be masculine.

Ceri Hebert June 1, 2009 at 8:33 PM  

Exactly! I got a few books over the weekend and I have to say that some of the names people choose for their heroes are ridiculous! I like the name Joss. I watched some television show a million years ago and there was an actor by the name of Joss on it and I fell for that name. But haven't used it yet.

Keith June 2, 2009 at 7:41 AM  

Denise,

How about a little play on your words. Have you thaought about using Jack Strop? :)

Stephanie Queen June 3, 2009 at 5:02 PM  

Asking for this favor could get her in trouble, but she was desperate.
"Could you keep Noodles for me at your apartment? Just until I find a new place...," she said and let her eyes do some begging. Noodles yapped and licked her face. Now she'd have to worry about not crying. He stood there with not a shocked look, because he always looked cool and under control, no matter what he might be feeling.
He gave her that signature urbane look and a reassuring grin. "I wouldn't mind, but what does Noodles think of the idea?" he said and reached for the dog. Miraculously, Noodles hopped into his arms and licked his face.
"Noodles loves the idea," she said. She should have been more enthusiastic, but she didn't think Noodles should be so enthusiastic to jump ship.
"Do you really mean it? You'll only need to keep her for a few weeks tops?"
"If you agree to a strict visitation requirement," he said. He arched his brow as if he were serious. She arched her brow back at him.
"Daily. You'll have to visit every day--and not just the dog," he said.

Denise June 3, 2009 at 6:12 PM  

Stephanie,

Ha! I like the visting not just the dog line. :-)

Denise

Ceri Hebert June 3, 2009 at 6:34 PM  

Great job, Stephanie. Like the sound of the dog (man I want a dog)

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