The purpose of this blog is to help writers with their work, to be museful or perhaps instrumental in unclogging thoughts. To this end, I am providing a daily question, beginning sentence, beginning paragraph, prompt, and word-of-the-day to stimulate your “little gray cells.”
Question: What is your greatest fantasy?
Sentence: She squeezed her eyes shut tight and curled up in a ball, trying to forget what he had made her do.
Paragraph: Twenty-three of us marched up the hill like giant ants. The path was rutted from rain runoffs and old wagon trains. Our science teacher, Mr. Snodgrass, had somehow managed to get this field trip okayed at the last minute, and not everybody had turned in a permission slip. Those were the lucky ones; they got to stay behind in the library all day. Just because Snotty, as some of us called him behind his back, liked outdoor stuff didn’t mean everybody did. But here we were climbing hills, going up and down ravines, getting all scraped and banged up, all in the name of science. Snotty had promised us over and over, as we got up early and rode on the school bus for hours, that it was going to be well worth the trek (his word) and that we were all going to be totally awed. Well, that hadn’t happened yet. Not by a long shot.
Prompt: Name the first time you disappointed your parents.
Word of the Day: hector – v.t. 1. to harass or urge by bullying, nagging, or scholding. – v.i. 2. to act in a blustering, domineering way; be a bully. – n. 3. a blustering, domineering person; bully. (RANDOM HOUSE WEBSTER’S COLLEGE DICTIONARY, 1991)
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