Welcome to a Very Random Pickle's very second theme week! Like all theme weeks, this shall be a week solid of writing fun. This week's theme is "writing prompts".
You all probably know what a writing prompt is. It's just a sentence or phrase that jump starts your creativity or gives you something to write about. This week, using a number randomizer and a website called Creative Writing Prompts.com, I shall receive a random writing prompt and follow its instructions, no matter what writing prompt I get. I will also make it up as I go along, with no editing along the way.
Creative Writing Prompts.com has 346 different prompts, which is a lot of writing possibilities. I am using RANDOM.com's random number generator to choose one of the 346 numbers.
Exciting, eh? I figure this is a good way to get my word count for this month up and post in my blog at the same time. Yup, I'm a genius.
So, let's activate the RANDOMATOR!
I got the number 339! I am going to look at the three hundredth and thirty-ninth writing prompt on my nifty website now.
My prompt says,
"Write about five things I would do with myself if I didn't see a soul for seven days."
Hmm, interesting. A good and simple start for a very engaging week. Let's just get down to it!
FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO WITH MYSELF IF I WERE ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD FOR SEVEN DAYS.
1) The first thing I would do, of course, is marvel at the brilliant title I have for this interesting segment. FIVE THINGS I WOULD DO WITH MYSELF IF I WERE ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD FOR SEVEN DAYS is such a sweet and interesting title. It even makes a good acronym. (FTIWDWMIIWALITWFSD)Yes, I could keep myself quite happy for a day or two knowing of the existence of such a wonderful title.
2) Knowing that I will be alone gives me numerous and fun options that could be considered embarrassing by the general public. While running around in my underwear sounds enjoyable, I think I would like to sing instead. When I am bored and feeling a little fidgety, I sing. Since nobody is going to be around me, I won't have to worry about them plucking out their eardrums and begging me to stop. Heh, I like being alone.
3)Another thing I would do is to take over the world. I mean, it would be so easy with no one around, right? My minions will have to be fish and worms, because they don't have souls. (Hey, the rules said not a living SOUL, didn't they?) And when the people DO come back, they will all be at my mercy. Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
4) I think it would be exciting to write a novel in a week. After all, it isn't too hard to write a novel. (I am ignoring the fact that it is hard to write a good novel.) It would a best seller, because all of the people in the world would buy it. Including fish and worms, which totally love me since I've taken over the world by now and given them a good dental plan.
WORMS: My teeth feel so wonderful!
FISH: Glub!
5) Come to think of it, democracy is overrated. I'm going to develop my own political view point. It shall be called, "Estherism", named after its creator which is ME. Estherism shall be a simple blend of communism and a democratic view point, in which the government controls everything because I know for a fact the people prefer it that way. I mean, who wants to WORK for their money and stuff, when I, the government, will give them all the welfare they need? Yes, the redneck masses will rise and become the richest people alive. "Not working" is going to be the new "work"! Quick, I must increase the taxes for the working middle class so I can benefit the people who aren't actually doing anything!* Anger the masses, spend too much money, the world is mine! HAHAHAAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAAHaHA! MYAHAHAHA! GLALALAALA-THIS IS A TRIUMPH I AM MAKING A NOTE HERE HUGE SUCCE-
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*Cough*
Okay....Maybe leaving me alone on the planet isn't such a good idea. Hope you enjoyed this little bit. Join me tomorrow for another writing prompt! If this piece interested you please leave a comment below. Come on, you know I would do the same for you.
*Yeah..this seems all too real to me.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Margaret Weis and Cleaning.
Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch, the view of my face blocked my a Margaret Weis(AND Tracy Hickman!)book. Suddenly a realization dawned on me. My book snapped down, revealing my morose but resigned facial expression. Silently I said,
"It's time."
I grabbed a broom as my main weapon, and a dustpan as my shield. Alone, but not defenseless, I strutted off into the dark abyss.
The dark abyss being my room, which had been left stagnant for too long and so it developed a venomous hatred for me. It's desire to bury me in an avalanche of dirty clothes and socks grew too apparent for me to ignore. So I set out to clean it. And yes, cleaning my room is like reading an epic fantasy novel, except instead of slaying dragons I am picking up rancid socks. (Which could be as deadly.)
Okay, my lame attempt at epic prose aside, I'm going to say this: I am not a clean person. No, I don't leave uneaten food anywhere or to that extent, but I am not tidy. As an example, I have a tendency to throw my clothes everywhere, which makes my room look like a blanket covered mountain. My computer desk is covered to the brim with fruit snack wrappers and my bed is never fixed. I was tired of looking at Mess, so I decided to kill Mess. Mess is apparently very hard to kill.
First things first, I walk into my room. I had been blocking out Mess until this point so I kind of shocked myself with how messy Mess was. I decided to start with my closet. I pull aside the curtain and an avalanche of clothes, just as Mess wanted, fell onto me. Swiping the clean and dirty clothes aside, I viewed into the dark pit that was my closet and sighed. My closet has not been organized in a long time, and as a result it was full of stuff. Stuff that would have scared the knickers off a full grown orc.
I started with actually hanging up my clothes. When that was done, I looked into the dark side of my closet and gasped. I have the right side and my sis has the left side. The closet goes deeper than the walls allow entrance so it's kind of like a cubby hole back there. My hole was full of fabric and notebooks full of writing material and doodles from past DnD games. Digging through the mass, I found two shirts that I thought missing for years. One was a pink pacman shirt and the other was a flowery v-neck that I used to wear.
Next, I decided to clean off the long craft desk that I have to the back of the room. After nearly impaling myself on a stray kitchen knife, I started to clean, ignoring my sister's side because Mess was strong in those parts.
My sister is an artist, and she doesn't have a pencil sharpener that holds the little chip things.
The floor was awash with pencil shavings, and I nearly thought I would need a dragonship to cross it.
RANDOM DUDE: Are you going to talk about this stuff all day?
Yes, yes I am.
Anyway, Mess was defeated eventually, although she still lingers where no broom can reach. Tifa, her evil servant, has made sure to spill my mug of water every now and then just to get even, but mostly I've been without mess for 24 hours.
Not bad if I do say so myself.
"It's time."
I grabbed a broom as my main weapon, and a dustpan as my shield. Alone, but not defenseless, I strutted off into the dark abyss.
The dark abyss being my room, which had been left stagnant for too long and so it developed a venomous hatred for me. It's desire to bury me in an avalanche of dirty clothes and socks grew too apparent for me to ignore. So I set out to clean it. And yes, cleaning my room is like reading an epic fantasy novel, except instead of slaying dragons I am picking up rancid socks. (Which could be as deadly.)
Okay, my lame attempt at epic prose aside, I'm going to say this: I am not a clean person. No, I don't leave uneaten food anywhere or to that extent, but I am not tidy. As an example, I have a tendency to throw my clothes everywhere, which makes my room look like a blanket covered mountain. My computer desk is covered to the brim with fruit snack wrappers and my bed is never fixed. I was tired of looking at Mess, so I decided to kill Mess. Mess is apparently very hard to kill.
First things first, I walk into my room. I had been blocking out Mess until this point so I kind of shocked myself with how messy Mess was. I decided to start with my closet. I pull aside the curtain and an avalanche of clothes, just as Mess wanted, fell onto me. Swiping the clean and dirty clothes aside, I viewed into the dark pit that was my closet and sighed. My closet has not been organized in a long time, and as a result it was full of stuff. Stuff that would have scared the knickers off a full grown orc.
I started with actually hanging up my clothes. When that was done, I looked into the dark side of my closet and gasped. I have the right side and my sis has the left side. The closet goes deeper than the walls allow entrance so it's kind of like a cubby hole back there. My hole was full of fabric and notebooks full of writing material and doodles from past DnD games. Digging through the mass, I found two shirts that I thought missing for years. One was a pink pacman shirt and the other was a flowery v-neck that I used to wear.
Next, I decided to clean off the long craft desk that I have to the back of the room. After nearly impaling myself on a stray kitchen knife, I started to clean, ignoring my sister's side because Mess was strong in those parts.
My sister is an artist, and she doesn't have a pencil sharpener that holds the little chip things.
The floor was awash with pencil shavings, and I nearly thought I would need a dragonship to cross it.
RANDOM DUDE: Are you going to talk about this stuff all day?
Yes, yes I am.
Anyway, Mess was defeated eventually, although she still lingers where no broom can reach. Tifa, her evil servant, has made sure to spill my mug of water every now and then just to get even, but mostly I've been without mess for 24 hours.
Not bad if I do say so myself.
Monday, July 12, 2010
This post is about nothing.
Esther uses Write Attack on Computermon!
It missed!
Computermon uses Writer's Block!
It's super effective!
Esther fainted!
--
That's what I feel like "write" now. (PUN!) I am actually not suffering from writer's block with my actual writing. I've written two short stories this month so I'm feeling pretty good about that. I'm talking about my blog, actually. It's so much fun to write in it, yet I can't think of any topics. So I thought of doing a very special blog post today called, "Free Writing". (It's where you write randomly until a good idea gets in your head.) Yes, I went there. I am just going to type whatever comes into my head and hope that it is coherent enough to post here. So to start free writing I better think of a word... Oh, how about "spork"?
Ah, the spork. It ryhmes with pork. It also ryhmes with fork, which I find interesting because the two of them are related. I think it has to do with the fact that the spork is part spoon and part fork, which I never really understood until today. Why not just bring a fork and a spoon with you on your trip? It would look better than having a stupid spoon with prongs on it. (Oh, are they called prongs? I never thought about that before.) I thought of an idea just now. I am going to call it, the "butterfly utensil". You see, its going to be a spoon on one side and a fork on the other, so all you have to do is flip the BU to the side you want! I'm a genius, I know.
I'm actually a genius in many other things, like eating salt for instance. I have a thing for salt. Salt tastes so good to me, I sometimes eat it out of the shaker. You think that is gross and unhealthy? At least I don't smoke or drink or anything. Talk about gross. I've never thought about it, but there are a lot of gross things in the world.
You know what grosses me out? McDonalds chicken nuggets. It's been proven that they are in fact not natural in the least. They take a chicken, throw it into a processor, and blend it up and shape it in the shape of a chicken. That's just not right! I mean, whatever happened to real chicken? I like REAL chicken! You know what I love more than chicken? Bacon.
Mmmm...Bacon. It's my favorite food next to cereal and pizza. You just can't go wrong with bacon. Some say it's unhealthy, but it's no worse than fake chicken!
STOP PICKING ON BACON, JERKS!
There are a lot of jerks in the world, now that I think about it. I mean, some people are just born mean. I'm not a judgmental person but I know a jerk when I see one. Like there was this one dude that glared at me for singing "Bop Bop to the Top" at the top of my lungs for thirty minutes. Then he yelled and called me names. How mean!
Oh wait, that was my dad.
My dad is a cool guy. I am like a clone of him. Clones creep me out. I hope the U.S's genetic department gets smart and stops cloning. *shudder* Heh, shudder. Sounds like "shutter". Have any of you watched "Shutter Island". I haven't either. It looks like something out of a dream.
I had dream about Draco Malfoy eating my hair last night.
Yay! That was fun! Free writing is great! You should try it sometime. It gets the ideas flowing. Now, I am off to write a short story. Until next time.
It missed!
Computermon uses Writer's Block!
It's super effective!
Esther fainted!
--
That's what I feel like "write" now. (PUN!) I am actually not suffering from writer's block with my actual writing. I've written two short stories this month so I'm feeling pretty good about that. I'm talking about my blog, actually. It's so much fun to write in it, yet I can't think of any topics. So I thought of doing a very special blog post today called, "Free Writing". (It's where you write randomly until a good idea gets in your head.) Yes, I went there. I am just going to type whatever comes into my head and hope that it is coherent enough to post here. So to start free writing I better think of a word... Oh, how about "spork"?
Ah, the spork. It ryhmes with pork. It also ryhmes with fork, which I find interesting because the two of them are related. I think it has to do with the fact that the spork is part spoon and part fork, which I never really understood until today. Why not just bring a fork and a spoon with you on your trip? It would look better than having a stupid spoon with prongs on it. (Oh, are they called prongs? I never thought about that before.) I thought of an idea just now. I am going to call it, the "butterfly utensil". You see, its going to be a spoon on one side and a fork on the other, so all you have to do is flip the BU to the side you want! I'm a genius, I know.
I'm actually a genius in many other things, like eating salt for instance. I have a thing for salt. Salt tastes so good to me, I sometimes eat it out of the shaker. You think that is gross and unhealthy? At least I don't smoke or drink or anything. Talk about gross. I've never thought about it, but there are a lot of gross things in the world.
You know what grosses me out? McDonalds chicken nuggets. It's been proven that they are in fact not natural in the least. They take a chicken, throw it into a processor, and blend it up and shape it in the shape of a chicken. That's just not right! I mean, whatever happened to real chicken? I like REAL chicken! You know what I love more than chicken? Bacon.
Mmmm...Bacon. It's my favorite food next to cereal and pizza. You just can't go wrong with bacon. Some say it's unhealthy, but it's no worse than fake chicken!
STOP PICKING ON BACON, JERKS!
There are a lot of jerks in the world, now that I think about it. I mean, some people are just born mean. I'm not a judgmental person but I know a jerk when I see one. Like there was this one dude that glared at me for singing "Bop Bop to the Top" at the top of my lungs for thirty minutes. Then he yelled and called me names. How mean!
Oh wait, that was my dad.
My dad is a cool guy. I am like a clone of him. Clones creep me out. I hope the U.S's genetic department gets smart and stops cloning. *shudder* Heh, shudder. Sounds like "shutter". Have any of you watched "Shutter Island". I haven't either. It looks like something out of a dream.
I had dream about Draco Malfoy eating my hair last night.
Yay! That was fun! Free writing is great! You should try it sometime. It gets the ideas flowing. Now, I am off to write a short story. Until next time.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Let's get physical!
Woo! Let's work out! One, two, three, four! Now lets do some backflips! Let's do one hundred backflips! Yeah!
Actually, I can't back flip.
Let's do some push ups, then!
Wait...can't do those either.
You see my friends, I am not the in shape person you took me for in the previous sentences. The truth is that really I am a *gasp* pansy!
Ha ha, point your skinny fingers and laugh while you can. This summer, I have resolved to get in better physical condition! Soon, I will be backflipping and pushing up everywhere I go.
As soon as my stupid foot heals.
You may recall that I had have surgery on my right foot. Well, the gash on the side of my foot is still not healed, so I can't actually do anything complicated with my feet. I can walk, but not run. I'm not even supposed to jump really. With all this in my way, you'd think I'd give up, right? Wrong!
I have created my own complex exercise regimen, in which I do not have to move my right foot at all. It is a series of calorie burning madness in which only a genius like me could create. I'm sure that you want to get in shape too without moving your right foot as well. (Studies show that the right leg is the hardest to move, so why try?) Because I am so kind, I will share my work out with you. Rejoice, young soul, for I will introduce you to the "Right Legless Workout"!
1) First, you should put on your favorite music. This helps you get into the zone.
2) Follow the steps and you will be ready to go!
WORK OUT:
1. THE HIP SWISH:
For three minutes, stand in place and wiggle your hips extravagantly, as quickly as you can. The more butt you put into it the better. This is my favorite part of the work out.
2. THE LEFT LEGGED KICK:
After that, stand in place for a few seconds. Then proceed to wave your left leg up and down for five minutes. You can wave it anywhere. If you kick someone in the head you get a bonus.
3. THE HOLAH DANCER:
Not to be mistaken with hula. Squat down for a few seconds before standing up and waving your arms, screaming "HOLAH! HOLAH!" This strengthens your throatal muscles and your armal muscles at the same time!
4. THE ROBOTIC CHICKEN LADY:
Poke out your elbows to either side of you and flap them whilst jumping on your left foot, whilst screaming, "I'm a lady!". This is an intense work out, so I don't recommend doing it for too long.
5. EXPERIMENT 626:
Do I have to explain this one? Everyone knows it.
I know, I know. This work out is too great for your mind to handle. I'll give you a few seconds to calm down. 1...2...3... Okay, that's enough. I suggest you try it. Not only will you look cool, you'll get in shape too.
Actually, I can't back flip.
Let's do some push ups, then!
Wait...can't do those either.
You see my friends, I am not the in shape person you took me for in the previous sentences. The truth is that really I am a *gasp* pansy!
Ha ha, point your skinny fingers and laugh while you can. This summer, I have resolved to get in better physical condition! Soon, I will be backflipping and pushing up everywhere I go.
As soon as my stupid foot heals.
You may recall that I had have surgery on my right foot. Well, the gash on the side of my foot is still not healed, so I can't actually do anything complicated with my feet. I can walk, but not run. I'm not even supposed to jump really. With all this in my way, you'd think I'd give up, right? Wrong!
I have created my own complex exercise regimen, in which I do not have to move my right foot at all. It is a series of calorie burning madness in which only a genius like me could create. I'm sure that you want to get in shape too without moving your right foot as well. (Studies show that the right leg is the hardest to move, so why try?) Because I am so kind, I will share my work out with you. Rejoice, young soul, for I will introduce you to the "Right Legless Workout"!
1) First, you should put on your favorite music. This helps you get into the zone.
2) Follow the steps and you will be ready to go!
WORK OUT:
1. THE HIP SWISH:
For three minutes, stand in place and wiggle your hips extravagantly, as quickly as you can. The more butt you put into it the better. This is my favorite part of the work out.
2. THE LEFT LEGGED KICK:
After that, stand in place for a few seconds. Then proceed to wave your left leg up and down for five minutes. You can wave it anywhere. If you kick someone in the head you get a bonus.
3. THE HOLAH DANCER:
Not to be mistaken with hula. Squat down for a few seconds before standing up and waving your arms, screaming "HOLAH! HOLAH!" This strengthens your throatal muscles and your armal muscles at the same time!
4. THE ROBOTIC CHICKEN LADY:
Poke out your elbows to either side of you and flap them whilst jumping on your left foot, whilst screaming, "I'm a lady!". This is an intense work out, so I don't recommend doing it for too long.
5. EXPERIMENT 626:
Do I have to explain this one? Everyone knows it.
I know, I know. This work out is too great for your mind to handle. I'll give you a few seconds to calm down. 1...2...3... Okay, that's enough. I suggest you try it. Not only will you look cool, you'll get in shape too.
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