One of the writing prompts that we do as exercises at our Okefenokee Writer's Guild meeting, is to write a sentence or two stories using three words selected at random from the app called Inspire Me.
Story 1: graph, Maria, ear
Dr. Maria Espanoza, one of the preeminent Sociologists in the country, had her ear out for any significant societal changes, ones that might confirm or refute the devastating apocalypse she feared was coming. That was why the graph just presented to her by her research assistants set off so many alarm bells in her head. If this graph was accurate, then there was even less time left than she thought. Professionalism did not stop her from slowly weeping.
Story 2: person, broke, verb
Ronald was broke, and there was not a person on Earth who could put him back together. There, was only so much one man could take, no verb that could describe the action he wanted to take. He was in a box, petrified, frozen, catatonic. What could he do? He could not run. He could not hide. He could not go forward. He could not retreat. He could not stay where he was. Ronald was broke. The only thing left was for them to take him away and slip him to the box of broken toys.
Story 3: wet, Mark, Carlos
Mark had known Carlos since ninth grade. Different neighborhoods, different churches, diverse ethnic cultures, but the same school. With only one high school servicing the entire county, that meant that those from the various ethnic groups within the county would have to go to the same school and get along. This helped the new generations of county residents much more tolerant and understanding than their parents and grandparents. Change was coming to Dixon County, and the bonding of Mark and Carlos was a prime example. They were the school's most powerful swimming duo, leading to many championships. They also led to many sighing of young ladies when their wet bodies emerged from the pool after a vigorous race. The alumni loved the trophies, the girls loved the wet look, and Mark and Carlos loved the camaraderie and competition, the sheer thrill of streaking across the water as fast as they could.
Story 4: rest, usual, cattle
As usual, the cattle spent the day in the meadow, enjoying the sun and grass. Some were at rest. Some were at play. None were conscious of their ultimate destination on America's dinner plates. But what they hey. It was fun while it lasted.
Story 5: tomorrow, read, six
Will the sun come up tomorrow? Statistically, the odds seemed pretty high. According to his trusty weather app, he read that sunrise would occur at about Six AM. He sat in his rocking chair, rocking back and forth. The porch faces east, and he would be able to catch the sunrise right when it began. He gripped his rifle. He was ready for them when they would emerge from the horizon. This morning he would not be caught off guard like his parents were a week ago. All night he would sit vigil, as today blended into tomorrow.
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