Friday, June 5, 2009

Write and Win! Writing Prompt Friday

Last creative writing prompt for this week. If you haven't written and posted to Monday and Wednesday's prompt, it's not too late. You have until Saturday!

Write all three and get a chance to win a copy of It Happens in Threes a "You don't say no to girls. . .who do it and write about it" T-shirt.

Friday's prompt is: Her best friend. . .

Remember, write whatever flies into your head and share it. Grab your reader and make them want to know more. Look forward to seeing what you come up with.

Have fun!


Ceri Hebert June 5, 2009 at 5:49 AM  

Yeah! I like this one. :)

Denise June 5, 2009 at 5:55 AM  

Good. Can't wait to see what you write!


Ceri Hebert June 5, 2009 at 12:17 PM  

Okay, this is a little short for me. Did it during my lunch break.


Her best friend was Ryan. He’d been her best friend since they were kids, even when he was teasing her mercilessly about a botched haircut she’d given herself, or when she was all moony-eyed over Ty. No matter what had happened, he’d been the shoulder she could cry on.

Don’t throw that away, she told herself as she looked in the mirror and adjusted the bathing suit.

But wasn’t it already too late for that? That kiss he’d given was not a kiss best buddies shared. No. that was a kiss two lovers shared. Nothing in her mind could explain it away. She wanted Ryan. Her big, shaggy haired, adorable friend, she wanted him more than she even wanted Ty.

“You’re going to burn in hell for this,” she muttered to herself but she turned to leave her bedroom before she changed her mind or before Ryan had a chance to finish up at the pool.

And if she went through with this, let her libido command her brain, and seduced Ryan, then she could just kiss her possible future with Ty goodbye.

Denise June 5, 2009 at 6:52 PM  


Hm...great view into her head.
"Moony-eyed" Good word!


Ceri Hebert June 5, 2009 at 7:19 PM  

LOL I should've said starry-eyed, but I like moony-eyed better.

Denise June 5, 2009 at 7:43 PM  

Here's my take on the writing prompt.

Her best friend . . .

Her best friend had convinced her to go to the bar. Amy told her she needed to get out, try a new man haunt, and to stop looking for love on the Internet. “No normal, healthy, active guy found dates on the Internet.”

“That’s not true,” Jane whined.

“Ha!” Amy swigged her beer and set the bottle down. “Yeah, it is. When was the last time you got laid?”

“What?” she gasped, her eyes bugging out of her head.

“What you need is a hot-blooded man, here, and ready to go.”

“What I need is someone who can hold an intelligent conversation and make my toes curl when he kisses me.”

Amy wrinkled her nose. “You ain’t getting that from a guy who gets a girl from a computer catalog.”

“That’s not how it works,” she defended.

Amy’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline.

Ugh! “Fine. Maybe it is, but it is guaranteed success to find your mate.”

“Jane, get a grip. Some mechanical box with circuits and programs is not going to tell you if the guy can make love to you, like you so obviously need.”

She opened her mouth to protest her best friend’s words, but Amy went on.

“Come on.” She hopped off the kitchen barstool. “Let’s go. We’ll go have a few drinks, dance a little with some beefcake guys, maybe some that know how to hold a conversation. Then you can let one of them take you back to his place and do you ‘til the cows come home.”

Jane stood there dumbfounded, her chin to her chest as her best friend opened the door. And she, of course, followed.

Look where that had gotten her. Almost in bed with a man who wore ladies’ pink underwear. Jane shook her head. “Some best friend Amy was.” She had let her leave with the guy and look what happened.

“Never again.” Never again would she listen to her best friend. And she would tell her that if Amy would ever answer her damn phone!

Ceri Hebert June 6, 2009 at 5:42 AM  

Great job, Denise!

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