Writing Prompt
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Chaotic
Write a scene where something chaotic is happening.
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Fists in the bowl and flour spilling, her eyes darted to the clock. 11:47. Fuck. Late again. Just like last year. Fuck fuck.
I need the food coloring! Andres said. Where’s the food coloring? I can’t make the peppermint martinis without the food coloring.
Left cabinet! I told you, left cabinet! The pork broth boiled and started to spill over.
Can someone turn it off please!
Tommy came in an...
The screech that sounded from Daisy’s mouth was so unbearably piercing, Daniel could have sworn it was actually a mandrake root being unearthed. He thought that surely he would drop dead in a moment, but still, he reflexively covered his ears whilst and staring at the scene before him in pure and utter shock.
She’d done it with a shard of glass that was once in one of the picture frames that ...
Puplup looked around him. His fur stood on end as he tried to block the noise with his paw. His claws dug into his skull as he saw his neighbors running in terror. The wolves were attacking and he didn’t know what to do!
He heard deep growling and looked behind him. A great black wolf was slaughtering a pup with a wicked sword only a few yards away. Horror struck to see them attacking young ones...
“What are you saying?”
“John, I think it’s time we went our separate ways.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What is there not to understand, John. I don’t love you anymore. I’m not sure that I ever loved you. The thought of staying in this relationship for one second longer is killing me.”
“What?”
“Is it really that difficult to understand? It’s over! This isn’t rocket science. I don’t think there is ...
My phone vibrates aggressively — staccato rhythms, a hundred beats per minute. The neighbor dogs are uncomfortably panicking over something. Barking with an intensity that pierces the granite counter tops supporting my elbows. The record spinning is skipping, stuck in sonic position yet starring center stage in this symphony of chaos. My own heartbeat gradually drums past a place of disco and more...
My eyes feel heavier than a body mass index (BMI) of thirty or higher. Lack of sleep, 200mg of caffeine, and a time clock waiting for me to clock in at 5:30 a.m. The laundry list of incomplete objectives seem chaotic to complacent thinkers, but I’m demanding more from myself, even if it’s uncomfortable. I asked God for the opportunity to eat and once again it seems as if I’ve bitten off more than ...
The best way of doing this would have to have the right person in it for the first few minutes to make sure it doesn’t happen to the first few times it happens again in a row of other games where it doesn’t work for you in a long term strategy is a bit like this is what you do with a player in your team that has to play for you in order not for the next few minutes but to be honest with me it is n...
The wind was strong. I could feel the vibration of the windows rattling my bones. Pieces of debris slammed against the house and I knew whatever was out there was getting closer. I prayed that the path would be diverted but I knew it was in vain. I knew that this would be the end. I felt it in my soul. I felt it in my heart. I felt it as the tornado ripped off the side of that house and I was swif...
The normally unoccupied Target North of Vancouver Drive was now bustling with customers. The electronics aisle was packed, and fights ensued after there was only 1 Flatscreen 75 inch TV left. The cashiers were ringing up as fast as they could, but of course the handful of Karen’s complained for the manager because “they weren’t going fast enough!”
The furniture aisle that had once had pristine p...
The sun hung high over the bustling city as a faint whiff of caramalized popcorn and sawdust filled the air. In the heart of Central Park, a makeshift circus tent stood grandly, striped in red and white, flapping audibly against a growing wind. Inside, the audience was packed, their chatter blending with the distant growls of animals and the tuning of musical instruments. But no one could have pre...
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