Prompt Me: Writing Prompts eBook

Prompt Me

You may already know quite a lot about my writing prompt book, Prompt Me, if you followed by first blog series of 2019, but for my new followers, I wanted to quickly recap what the book is and where you can get it.

Prompt Me is a book jam packed with 150 writing prompts. There are three main categories: narrative prompts, dialogue prompts, and What would you do if…? prompts.

I love me a good writing prompt, so this book was a natural progression for me. I kept this book under my belt whilst I was writing it for a little bit, because in truth, I wanted to see if it would be any good. A writing prompt book was new territory to me.

As Prompt Me was at a reduced price for 10 whole weeks whilst the series was running, I’m afraid there are no offers on this week. However, you can get your copy from Amazon.

Praise for Prompt Me

A great selection of prompts nicely separated into 3 distinct categories. Really helped spark some new ideas. Definitely recommend it. ~Amazon reviewer

Prompt Me is a brilliant resource for anyone who needs to get those creative juices flowing.~ Amazon reviewer

It has to be one of the best prompt books I’ve come across for me personally.’ ~Amazon reviewer


This is the last book promo post for a while. My character interviews posts start next Wednesday. I hope you pop in to see what’s in store.


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Prompt Me #10

Thank you to everyone who has popped by over the last 10 weeks to read my Prompt Me posts. Can you believe that 10 weeks have gone by already?

However, week 10 also means that you can only get my ebook, Prompt Me, at the sale price of 0.99p for one more week.

Next week, I will announce the new series starting in four weeks. I like a little break in between series for my own sanity. It also gives me scheduling time.

To replace this post for the next four weeks there will be a little post with information about my published books.


Prompt:

Black velvet is never used by the light occult. It is said to be a bad omen.

My Interpretation:

It’s after dark, and definitely after curfew. I could have been seriously punished just for coming here. To find that Fenrin isn’t here doesn’t sit well with me. The warning bell is guaranteed to sound within the next five minutes, and no one is stupid enough to go out after that.

The only place Fenrin would go after dark is to my hut, it’s the only reason worth the punishment. Staying out in the dark after the bell is certain death.

Not only that, his door was unlocked too. That alone puts a knot in my tummy. They can work doors. God knows where those things came from or how they have any form of consciousness. It is said that they are just minions to a darker force. The only ones to find out are the unlucky ones. The truth will die with them.

We have been terrorised by them for the past five winters. Each night they prowl. Each night they look to our community as a source of food. Not in the flesh and bone sense, but in the sense that they feed off of our essence. The light occult is a powerful source of magic, and somehow, they feed from it. Only a being of the dark occult would or could do such a thing. You feed from an essence, you kill the being.

Where are you, Fen? The warning bell sounds and my stomach sinks. Hopefully, he made it to another hut. Perhaps he went to my hut. I lock the door with iron, and then with magic. Then, I snuff the candle.

I sit for what feels like hours staring at the door. I hear no screams, so that’s a good sign. If everyone is safe, they’ll move on. Please, move on.

There is a bang against the door and it shudders. I clasp my hand to my mouth to muffle a scream. How can they know I’m in here? Another bang. I scuttle back toward the pantry incase my magical protection fails.

The handle turns, the lock clicks, and into the hut flies Fenrin. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees me. I stumble backward in fear and shock for he wears a black velvet cape that reaches to the ground. Black velvet is never used by the light occult. It is said to be a bad omen. The irises of his eyes are nonexistent. It is in that moment I know the truth.


Thank you again for following my Prompt Me series. Remember to grab your copy of Prompt Me via the link above whilst it is still just 99p.


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Prompt Me #9

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week, I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

What would you do if the news reporter on your television started talking directly to you?

My Interpretation:

I don’t like this reporter much. She always fumbles her lines, and reporters read off an autocue for Christ’s sake. Today, she fiddles with her prop papers like she’s either scared for her life or totally tripping out on drugs.

That’s odd, she keeps looking to someone or something behind the camera. Her eyes keep flicking just to the left. There! She did it again. How unprofessional.

I head to the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal. I can’t listen to her waffle on. Just having it as ambient noise winds me up.

“Okay, you want me to read this? Yes, I will. Please, don’t hurt us.”

What the hell? I race back into the lounge, hurdling the coffee table in the process. It’s all kicking off down at W.R.S News. I knew something was more off than usual.

The reporter’s hands shake uncontrollably as she reads the first line from a sheet of lined paper.

“Sandy Mellor of 143 Abbott Drive, you have 14 minutes to get to the W.R.S News studio or everyone here will die.”

I stumble back onto the couch. How is this possible?

“Thirty lives are in your hands.”

The woman starts sobbing and pushes the paper away in disgust. Then, she looks at me, really looks at me. It’s as if her eyes bore into my soul through the screen. “Please, Sandy, whoever you are… help us.”


Next week is the last episode in the Prompt Me series. Make sure you pop in to see the finale.


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Prompt Me #5

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

I’ve been called a villain and that’s fine. I find villains make the most interesting characters.

My Interpretation:

It takes more than an amiable personality to lead. In fact, it can require quite the opposite. I didn’t land this role by being everyone’s friend, I got it because I get shit done and can shoulder the responsibility of the big decisions.

My people know they’re safe in my care. Outsiders, not so much. Like I said, I’m not everyone’s friend, and I will protect my little corner of the world by any means possible.

I’ve been called a villain and that’s fine. I find villains make the most interesting characters. If someone writes a book about my life it will be a damn good read.


Remember, if you are joining in with this series, let me know in the comments, and tag me in your posts (whether they be blog or social media) to let me have a read of your interpretation. It can be anything from just a paragraph to a short story.


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Prompt Me #3

Did you know that I have a writing prompts ebook available from Amazon? Prompt Me is the basis of this series and will be just 99p for the duration.

This series will run for 10 weeks. Each week I take a different prompt from the book and expand on it.

You can join in too. Whether it be a paragraph or a short story, follow me in getting creative, tag me to let me know, and I will feature a snippet of your interpretation on Writerly Bookish Stuff and send my readers your way.

If you are just here to read and not partake, that’s great too. Thank you for stopping by.


Prompt:

What would you do if you heard your nextdoor neighbour giving your name and address to a hooded figure?

My Interpretation:

The build and height are that of a man. Who wears a hooded coat in this sunshine? Mr.Cathson points across the road to my house, directing the stranger right to me. I duck behind the wall. Why the hell am I hiding? This person is obviously looking for me, but something feels amiss. The fine hairs on my arms are standing on end.

Peeking out from behind the wheely bin, I watch the man shake Mr.Cathson’s hand and make his way back down the garden path. My heart thuds as he crosses the street, but instead of heading toward my house, he takes a left and disappears down the lane toward Parc-Rose Avenue that leads into town. Even Mr.Cathson watches on in bewilderment. Why ask after me and not call by?

As I straighten myself up, Mr.Cathson hurries over in his slippers and robe. “Lilah, a gentleman came to my house asking after you. He said he wasn’t sure of your address, but you left this at the pub yesterday.” He hands over my grandmother’s silver pin.

I touch my lapel, realising for the first time that I had lost my most important possession. “Oh my God, I hadn’t noticed. I wonder how he knew it was mine?”

Mr.Cathson helps me drag my recycling bins to the curb. “Oh, it was quite odd actually. He said he knew it belonged to a Helena Quinten, so assumed it was passed down to her only living family member.”

There go those hairs on my arms again. My mouth is suddenly dry and my tongue sticks to the roof. My grandmother died when I was seven. Mum had kept her pin under lock and key in a safe for years. I only found it once she had died and I sorted through her belongings. How would a stranger know anything about this pin or my grandmother?


Remember, if you are joining in with this series, let me know in the comments and tag me in your posts. Whether they be blog or social media, let me have a read of your interpretation. It can be anything from just a paragraph to a short story.


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Prompt Me #1

Did you know that I have published a writing prompt ebook? Prompt Me was published in 2016. You can get a copy for just 99p from Amazon for the 10 weeks that this blog series is running.

So, what is this blog series? This series is all about Prompt Me. Each week, I shall choose one of the one hundred and fifty prompts from the book and expand on it.

I invite you to join in with this series on your blog/ social media each week, and I would love to feature a snippet of your interpretations on Writerly Bookish Stuff with links to send my readers your way.

Okie doke, that’s the info side of things, now on with the show…


Prompt:

‘In total, sixteen ships came to rescue us. That meant that only sixteen thousand humans had survived the death of Earth.’

My Interpretation:

“Just be grateful that you are here,” Josh hisses. My brother would do anything to avoid confrontation, even when he just watched the destruction of our home planet at the hands of our apparent rescuers.

I turn away from the viewing gallery and the nothing that was Earth. “I’m sorry that I can’t feel gratitude toward the people… aliens who just annihilated my home.”

An alien soldier glances our way, and Josh nudges me to shut up. I still can’t get over how similar, and yet, dissimilar we look to them. They are humanoid, but their eyes are larger and the pupils cover nearly eighty percent of the eyeball. When they talk, they talk in every Earthen language, but I’ve never heard their own.

“English speaking evacuees are to follow me,” calls an incredibly pale skinned alien. His ginger hair is a shock against his complexion.

“What happens now?” an angry voice calls out from the crowd. “Why are we even here?”

The soldier stands firm, hands clasped behind his back. “Preservation, Sir. Were you aware that Earthens had approximately one hundred and eighty nine days left before the core of your planet finally stopped rotating? The Federated Collective of Worlds felt it best for the preservation of your species that a percentage of humans be evacuated before the humane termination of life.”

“Humane termination?” I shout in reply, much to Josh’s dismay. “What was humane about killing eight billion people!” I jab a finger at the viewing gallery, purposefully avoiding looking at the empty space.

“Shut up, Lewie!” Josh mutters under his breath.

The alien soldier makes his way slowly toward me, the crowd parting like the Red Sea in fear. “Do you know what would have happened? First, the core slows down- stops, then the magnetic field disappears exposing you to solar winds that would rip away Earth’s atmosphere. If you want a clearer description just think of the planet Mars in this solar system. What you have just witnessed was a kindness.”

“You don’t know that for sure. How could you? We could have thought up a way to stop it… to fix it!”

The soldier laughs. “Even Earth’s governments knew about it and knew there was nothing they could do. Now, I suggest you get onboard with everything that has just happened and be grateful–”

I scoff. “Grateful?”

“Yes, grateful.” The soldier steps closer still, staring me down with those freaky eyes. “I have been on this craft for eighteen months to prevent the extinction of your species. There is an eighteen month journey back to where you will be relocated. That is three years away from my family. So, you will show me and every other member of this crew gratitude!” He turns to his colleague in a rage. “Get them to processing.”

Josh taps the soldier’s forearm, making him bristle. “It’s just hard, you know. That was our home.” His meek, sorrowful voice makes my eyes prickle with tears.

The soldier’s face softens as he rests a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “I do understand, honestly I do. We all do. This entire crew has been right in your shoes. It gets easier, but first, you’ve got to learn to accept it for what it is.”

His eyes, although softer, bore into mine. I simply nod my head in acceptance. What else can I do? Its not like I can go home.


Remember, if you are joining in with this series, let me know in the comments, and tag me in your posts (whether they be blog or social media) to let me have a read of your interpretation. It can be anything from just a paragraph to a short story like mine.


Side note:

Not only is Prompt Me just 99p for the ten weeks this series is running, my fantasy book, Thrown to the Blue, is currently free for 5 days from Amazon. Think of it as a New Years pressie from me to you.


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The Return of Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes!

I have been re-reading my Ten Weeks, Ten Prompts, Ten Minutes posts from last year, and I have decided to start them once again. They’re pretty self explanatory- I have one prompt a week for ten weeks, and allow myself ten minutes to expand on it.

Last time, I created ten prompts in advance, this time, I have picked ten prompts from my writing prompt ebook: Prompt Me. And just like last time, you are welcome to join in with the exercises and use the prompts for your own expansions. Just remember to tag me, so I can read your masterpieces.

Here are the prompts:

  1. What would you do if every book on your bookshelf has a page turned down and the first word of every page spells out a message to you?
  2. When they began splicing organic tissue with machinery to create advanced artificial intelligence, that’s when the world was lost.
  3. The moon is an engineered structure built for the purpose of observation. Someone of something has been watching us.
  4. What would you do if you were woken by a ringing phone in your coffin?
  5. In total, sixteen ships came to rescue us. That meant that only sixteen thousand humans had survived the death of earth.
  6. “There are a number of things to remember: don’t make eye contact, do not accept any food or liquid, and if she scratches her ear she is planning to kill you.”
  7. “When I said come bearing gifts it was code for weapons. I can’t believe you brought cheesecake.”
  8. They said that I was insane and that I never had a sister. They even went as far as to edit her out of my photographs. I know they did because they missed one- the one I keep in my locket.
  9. “As soon as I admit that someone is my friend they end up dead. So, for all intents and purposes, I don’t like you.”
  10. What would you do if the news reporter on your television started talking directly to you?

I have prompt one scheduled for tomorrow, so keep your eyes peeled. Why not have a bash yourself?


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Prompts taken from KJ.Chapman’s book: Prompt Me: 150 Writing Prompts for Beating the Block. Only 99p!