My heart stopped when my bedroom door began to open.
My computer had frozen, now of all times, and my mother was going to see all the dirty pictures I’d been looking up for the last hour!
But just as she stepped into the room, my screen suddenly shut off.
I turned around to see my cat standing on the computer plug, staring back at me with a look in his eyes that read: You owe me.
He’s going to feast on cat treats for the rest of his life.
Based on a superhero-themed writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Unlikely Hero.
You are saved from an embarrassing situation by the unlikeliest of heroes. Write a quick scene, no more than five sentences, describing this.
I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
She ran as fast as she could, faster than she knew she could, faster than she had ever run in her life, down the hill, into the forest, past the young saplings she hardly knew toward the old towering oaks she had known as a cub, the same oaks she hoped would be a haven to her own cubs, the beloved litter of four she had carried for nearly two months and for whom she had traveled so far to find food, for whom she had almost found a hearty meal until the dogs had sent her fleeing, the very dogs who had made of her a widow since the day they had torn her mate apart and their men had mounted his beautiful red tail on their wall, leaving her to raise four hungry pups on her own, pups who desperately needed her to survive this chase and make it home alive, and the thought of their innocent faces put a spring in her heels as she sprinted from the sounds of barking and hooves pounding on the cold hard earth, leaving them farther and farther behind in the evening mist, until at last she heard nothing but her own breathing and the rustling of leaves under her paws, and before she knew it, she was diving headfirst into the safety of her den and the warmth of her children’s tiny bodies huddling around her, exhausted yet relieved that they might have a chance to see the coming of another spring.
This story is based on What If? Exercise 90: “The Journey of the Long Sentence”. The exercise is to write a short short story that’s only one sentence long. The objective is to understand how we can shape our writing in a similar manner that our minds function, building a linear order for observations that often consist of many overlapping aspects. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
Back to the story
Continuing on this month’s streak, here’s a new set of “What If?” Writing Prompts for you. To shake things up a bit, this week’s post is centered around a general theme that I love: animals! See what you can do with these ideas, and feel free to add more of your own! Have fun!
What if… your pet(s) could talk for a day?
What if… you had the ability to shapeshift into any animal form?
What if… you could travel through a fantasy world with a single animal companion?
What if… you lived in a place that was widely inhabited by animals… but you were the only human?
What if… all animals were highly intelligent, and you had the power to read their thoughts?
Good luck writing stories about our animal friends!
If you have any “What If?” writing prompt suggestions (for any theme), please feel free to share them in the comments below. Ideas I like may be featured in future “What If?” posts, with full credit and a link to your blog (if you have one)! Also, if you’ve written a piece based on an idea you’ve found here, be sure to link back to the respective “What If?” post. I would love to see what you’ve done with the prompt! Thank you!
Catch my eye
The gentle breeze
Those lovely wings
Show grace and ease
Kiss the petals
Of a rose
The scarlet of
A blossom grows
Those purple scales
Like billowed sails
Touch the dewdrops
On the green
Wash those wings out
Fresh and clean
As morning calls
On wingtips falls
Streaked with blues
Light those wings
In varied hues
I’d love to be
To paint a rainbow
And fly free
Sure is tough to live like me,
As you very well can see.
Got a cowboy on my back
(Pretty sure his name is Jack).
He’s been eatin’ more and more,
And my back is awful sore.
But I guess it’s all the same
To a horse without a name.
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Horseplay.
Write 50 words of poetry, no more and no less, on what it means to be a horse.
I improvised this piece for a writing challenge in about five minutes. It wasn’t easy to write a poem using only 50 words, but at least it was fun to try! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!