Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING
ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more
speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective
eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..."
Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then
a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture,
fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I
only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.
Current Event:
http://www.breitbart.com/video/2014/11/15/maher-if-obama-had-lost-us-wouldnt-have-fruit-or-jobs/
And A Prompt From
My Niece-In-Law: wool,
celery, parallel universe, dynamite, fireman’s ball, fishing tackle.
Jose Taylor-Perez
shrugged his shoulders, settling his wool sweater more comfortably. “You eat
that and it’ll be like someone lit a stick a dynamite and shoved it up your…”
Emily Patel-Kelly tossed
the celery stick at him then punched Jose in the shoulder, “If you weren’t my
best friend, that would have been hard enough to knock the humerus out of the
ball park.” She snickered, “Not that anything short of a wrecking ball would be
able to knock any of your face bones free of that fishing tackle in your
mouth.”
“Hey! No fair! I
can’t do anything about braces!” he said, shaking his head, “Besides, your
premed jokes are only funny to you…added to that, you won’t even be able to BE
premed until at the earliest your junior year.”
Ignoring the
frustrating fact that she couldn’t start college until she could do College In
The Schools, she said, “Like I can do anything about a celery allergy?” She
lifted her chin, “Besides, I don’t exactly have a standard reaction to it.”
“You can say that
again,” he said as he fiddled with his transparent computer tablet where it
hovered over his lap. “You’re the only person I know that can use a V8 Harvest and
Strawberry Smoothie as a gateway to a parallel universe.”
She shook her
head, “I wish I could see into the universe where I passed this history final
with flying colors.”
“That’s for sure,”
said Jose. “I’ll never remember who came after President McCain.”
“Don’t be such a
sexist – President Palin took over after McCain had his coronary two years
after he got elected.”
“Right, the first
lady...”
“No, it was the
First Husband Todd…” she said, adding a smirk.
“I was gonna say,
‘President’.”
Shaking her head,
Emily hunched over her own transparent tablet, setting it to project a
holographic screen in front of her. Walking her fingers through a manipulation
panel, she absentmindedly picked up a celery stick and shoved it into her
mouth. After her eyes grew wide, she muttered, “Oh, crap...”
“What’s wrong?”
Jose asked. Her tablet began to glow then flames flickered around the edges as
she tried to shove the instrument away from her. “You ate the celery!” He
exclaimed. “Why did you do that?”
“I wasn’t thinking!
I was playing around with tensor calculus…”
“And you opened a
door into a parallel universe!” Jose shouted as the fire alarms went off and a
robot fireman’s ball floated out from its nook and began to sprout nozzles.
“Now we’re gonna…”
An explosion cut
him off…
Names: ♀US(California);
♂ US(New York)
A Prompt Blog: http://lettersfromchurchofthetoastedcoconutdoughnut.wordpress.com/2015/01/05/and-so-it-goes/
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