7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #7 Putting it All Together

Finally the last day! It's been quite the chaos trying to get all of these written, but I'm proud that I did this. Even though it took a month.... But we'll ignore that. I hope you all enjoyed all of the original writing I've posted. And hopefully next week (or maybe this week if I find the inspiration) I'll have another blog post posted.

He and She

Emma Greere

They met at work. Neither knew each other, but he wanted to talk to her. He really, really wanted to talk to her. She couldn’t hear what he said so he wrote down messages on sticky notes and pasted them on her desk. He couldn’t see how green her eyes were so she told him that she had boring brown eyes so he wouldn’t think that he was missing out on such a beautiful color.
He asked her out on a date, a place where there wasn't a lot of light. When she signed to him that she didn't like dark places he apologized and signed back to her saying that he didn't like bright places. All of the white lights tended to hurt his eyes. There never seemed to be a happy medium for the two of them. But they somehow (in all of their disagreements) worked.
He liked traveling, she hated traveling. He liked green beans, she liked them in moderation.
He and she. They would be told how cute they were together. They would brush aside those comments and shrug and maybe reply back, “He (or she)’s not cute, I’m not cute. Neither of us are cute. We are highly attractive and so are highly attracted to one another.” There was something about the word ‘cute’ that rubbed them the wrong way. They hated the word. So childish and if you ever apply cute to anything you almost automatically think of a bunch of pre teen girls squalling over a ‘cute’ celebrity couple. They would rather not be considered ‘cute’.
Maybe unconventional, but they liked each other. Maybe not quite ready for the word love yet, but they liked.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #6 It's All About the Characters

It has been a while. This was only supposed to be 7 days, but it seems that this challenge has increased to almost two weeks! Well, hopefully I'll have the last day written and posted soon! In the mean time, enjoy Prompt #6!

Lilly

She lost her hearing at the age of six. Since then she hasn’t enjoyed talking. The last thing she remembers hearing was Elvis Presley’s smooth voice playing in the background of her parent’s SVU as they drove to the hospital. That seemed to be her most vivid memory of hearing things.
Since then she hasn’t enjoyed talking, as I’ve had said a few sentences before. She had the vivd lisp that many deaf persons had and it annoyed her to no end when people gave her the condescending look. The ‘aw, she tries so hard’ kind of look. But it had been twenty years since she started losing her hearing and she’s gotten used to it. It was something you had to get used to.

It wasn’t that she was a cynical person, she preferred the term realist. Meaning that she looked at things realistically, but you most likely don’t need me to tell you that, since many of you probably think of yourselves as a realist. Well, Lilly thinks of herself as a realist as well.
But really, Lilly tries everything in her power to not live in any form of fantasy. She avoids reading too many fiction books, because she believes it would give her high expectations. She avoids watching too many romantic comedies (really, romance films in general), comedy, generally happy films because of the faulty message it sends to its audience. It gives them the message that their lives will be like in a film, when in actually it will never be like a movie. Life is like coffee, too much cream and sugar and you ruin your coffee. Too little cream and sugar the coffee is equally ruined. But just the right amount of cream and sugar makes the cup of coffee perfect. That is until it get too cold, it is then again ruined.
She didn’t like to her hopes up. When one gets their hopes up they are even more crushed when their hope is crushed between the two thick walls of realism.

When she met that guy at work she was less than excited. But he persisted to ask her out so eventually she had to say yes.

Lilly is a realist. She likes realism. But the realistic part of life is that you have to accept that you may or may not fall in love. To think otherwise means one is living in a fantasy world masked by the mask of realism. Lilly did not want to accept the fact that she could be happy and be in love, but eventually she had to accept that. Because it is a fact of life.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #5 Dialogue

Two more days to go! Can't believe it's come already. I'm not entirely thrilled about this one, seems a little too simple, but maybe you all will enjoy it.

Red

“It’s red.”
“It’s cranberry red.”
“Just plain red. I mean isn’t there only one kind of red?”
“No, there are different shades of red.”
They stared at each other. Challenging the other to say something opposite. The candle was actually neither cranberry red or plain red. It was actually a deep red with brown undertones making it seem like cranberry red, when in fact it was not.
“Fine, smell it.”
“Smell it. And what is that going to prove?”
“Maybe once we smell it, we can know for sure what color it actually is.”
He picked up the candle and sniffed. “It smells like berries.”
“Then I guess that makes it cranberry red.” She gave him a smile of victory before picking up her water glass and taking a sip.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #4 Random Word of the Day

I must admit I had no idea what to write for this day. I just started work so I haven't had a lot of time to write as I had hoped and as I wrote in my last post, out of respect for 9/11 I thought it would be best not to post anything for the challenge. But I finally wrote Day 4 and although it's short, I hope you all will enjoy!

Estranger

Estranger: the one who estranges another.
She wouldn’t consider herself an estranger.
But who would ever admit something like that?
Admit that they refuse to talk to someone who loves them?
Why would anyone want to estrange another?
Maybe that person they used to love betrayed them?
Maybe they just didn’t want to love that person anymore?
But doesn’t everyone want to continue loving people?
Was she just as cold hearted as people thought she was?
Questions and more questions.
One after another.
……
More questions unaswered.
So why is she the estranger?

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #3 One Object

So I'm not sure how I feel about this one. Since the final day is a prompt to put all 7 days worth of writing into one, I'm trying to connect all of them together. So yeah, it's probably one of the strangest piece I've ever written, but I hope you all will enjoy it. And be sure to give me some feedback on what you think.

She Feels Too Much For Things That Aren’t Even Alive

Emma Greere

She just wondered what inanimate objects felt sometimes. Always being used and never really getting anything in return. Take a refrigerator; they hold our things. Our food, keep everything cool and fresh and what does it get in return? It gets the payment of sitting there and collecting dust (unless we’re nice enough to clean it). They have to hold all this weight inside of them, it’s like a tortured soul. Someone who is forced to keep all of this inside of them and is only allowed to relieve their load when someone allows them too. It’s almost inhumane! That is, if if was a person. Which it isn’t. It’s just a thing. But how does it feel? How would she feel if she had to sit somewhere 24/7 collecting dust and only get yelled at if she breaks down? It isn’t the fridge’s fault, it’s just old.
A frown came across her face. She looked down at her mini fridge that was well hidden underneath her desk. Shiny new black coating with shiny new black handles. It didn’t hold that much, but she couldn’t help but feel for the poor little thing. It was so small and yet had to hold so much.
She sighed. Maybe she was going crazy; feeling bad for an object. Who every really thought that anyway? Only she did, I guess. She was a strange one. Feeling bad for an object as if it had a soul. More than ridiculous.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #2 Fifty Shades of ???

So this one I had a little more of a hard time on, I did take some liberties on the prompt and made it my own. But I hope you all will enjoy Prompt #2!

Lack of Color

Emma Greere

There wasn't a thing he could see that wasn't black and white. The sky was white, the clouds grey clumps in the sky. It was like looking through an old black and white camera, shades of black and grey. It was almost be better if he were blind, he would think. When others talked of others all he could think was of his lacking sense of color sight.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge: Prompt #1 Sticky Notes

It's day 1! Hope you all enjoy my original story for my 7 day challenge!

One Cubicle to Another Cubicle

Emma Greere

Pink, purple, yellow, blue… they didn’t change did they? They were pinned there, simply there to take notes on. Doomed to a life of sticking to a wall. She thought too deeply about things. Way too deeply. She got up from her black wheely chair pulling her light blue cardigan around her, a frown on her face. It hadn’t been the best day for her. Rain, splashed by a large puddle caused by the rain, cat decided to run outside and get wet and smelly, just didn’t seem like her kind of day. She took a sip of her coffee. Burnt. Her lips were in a thin line, she was so close to cracking. She could feel her eyes starting to water.

7 Day Writing Prompt Challenge

I've never done a writing challenge before, much less one I made up myself. But I have found myself in a state of limbo when it comes to writing now. I'm not writing as much as I was before (maybe I should get myself a box like Calvin, at least I'll have a physical block to complain about). So I made up this list of prompts and am challenging myself to write something short relating to the prompt. This can range from one hundred words to maybe a thousand words, but just anything to keep me writing every day for seven days. So you're going to be expecting a lot of me for the next week.

If you want to take the challenge with me or want to in the near by future feel free to steal my list and send me an email telling me you have taken the challenge or even comment below!

So wish me luck on this new adventure I am departing on and hope you'll enjoy whatever I release to you all for the next seven days.

Day 1: Sticky Notes (From Daily Writing Promptlets Prompt #3)

Write a story about two people in an office workplace who solely communicate through Post-It notes on their cubicles. How does the relationship develop? Where will it lead?
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Day 2: Fifty Shades of ???? (From Daily Writing Promptlets Prompt #4)

Take your favorite color and imagine if the entire world was simply in shades of that color. How would this phenomenon have come about? Would there only ever have been that color or did a catastrophe cause this? Are there extremely specific names for the different shades? How difficult is it to discern between different objects?
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Day 3: One Object

Describe one object in great depth, try not to leave anything out and maybe think of how it would feel... if this object would have emotions.
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Day 4: Random Word of the Day

Go to wordgenerator.net, pick the first word it generates and write something related to the word.

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Day 5: Dialogue

Write a whole story making most of it dialogue.
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Day 6: It's All About the Character

Write an in depth analysis about an original character of your's (can be a character from the previous prompts).
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Day 7: Putting it All Together

Try to connect all of the prompts together making it the ultimate writing crossover.
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