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Friday, October 26, 2012

And now, for your writing pleasure...

I offer three prompts, taken straight from Writer's Digest Magazine:

1. Turn to the obituaries and choose someone to write about. Imagine a scene from that person's life (to see mine, go here.)

2. An estranged mother and son, who have not seen one another in 20 years, meet unexpectedly at the post office in December, packages in hand. What do they say to one another?

3. Through a freak illness, you lose one of your senses. Which one is it, what happens to you, and how do you deal with it?

I'll look forward to seeing what you come up with :)

3 comments:

Tyrean Martinson said...

The feeling in my arms is gone, but I don't notice it until one day when I'm pouring off the hot water from our spaghetti noodles. I see the steam rising, see my arm turning bright red, but I don't feel anything. I watch the angry red building on my arm, almost fascinated, until my mom yanks my arm out from under the hot water and starts shouting for an ice pack.

The next day, I lose the sensation in my hands. I don't notice it until I try to zip up my jeans. My fingers can't seem to find the zipper. This scares me. I don't like to wear skirts that much.

We see the doctor, and he decides to send me to a specialist who in turn sends me to another specialist. Finally I end up at the nearest, best, university hospital. I'm wired up to testing equipment by neurologists. They send shocks through my arm, and I don't feel them. I see my arm jerking and flopping, but there's no sensation. When they try it on my back, I shriek.

The doctor thinks he might be able to fix me, so I'm signed up for surgery soon. I dread surgery. I've already had twelve on my ears so I can hear. I don't know how many they'll have to do on my arms and hands. But I definitely want to zip up my jeans again. Skirts are too cold.

Tyrean Martinson said...

Ok, I just realized you probably didn't want that in the comment section, but there it is.

Mina Lobo said...

What delightfully dark writing prompts - perfect for the season! Thanks!
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