Promptmonkey Says: Welcome to Day 8, the final, extra day of Time Week! You find a mysterious note inside an old grandfather clock that says, “Wind me up.” Write a short story about what happens next.
Thanks again to Alice Frederick for supplying these great prompts!
Promptmonkey Says: It’s Day 7 of Time Week! One day, very suddenly, you realize that time has frozen all around you. Write about what you do next.
Promptmonkey Says: It’s Day 6 of Time Week! It’s the old cliche: a time travel machine. You decide to give it a whirl and take yourself back a couple of generations, and you run into one of your parents as a kid. Write a short story about what happens next.
Promptmonkey Says: It’s Day 5 of Time Week! Write a poem about time (or thyme, take your pick).
Caught in the past
Future just never comes
Time doesnt last
One moment then its gone
i want to knwo
Why I cant see anything
Im all alone
Caught in a dampened ring
I dont see
i dont know
The things all aroudn me
Cause I dont know
And I dont care
Its not what I really care for
My presents gone
And times slipping
Falling through my fingers
It goes away
never comes back
leaving me blind
I am stupid
Not caring for other things
Not curious
But lingering in the past
Time soars away
But was it ever there
Cant find my way our
But my past blocks me everywhere
I dont see
i dont know
The things all aroudn me
Cause I dont know
And I dont care
Its not what I really care for
My presents gone
And times slipping
Falling through my fingers
It goes away
never comes back
leaving me blind
Falling Falling
Like water through my fingers
Falling Falling
Come back another day
Falling Falling
Cause time it never lingers
falling Falling
And time it never stays
I dont see
i dont know
The things all aroudn me
Cause I dont know
And I dont care
Its not what I really care for
My presents gone
And times slipping
Falling through my fingers
It goes away
never comes back
leaving me blind
Promptmonkey Says: Welcome to Day 4 of Time Week! Time constantly flies, but one day it decides to take a vacation. Write a short story about what happpens.
And a hush fell over the crowd. But not for any normal reason. Emily was caught in the motion of brushing her hair back and giggling flirtatiously while Andrew had his hand over his mouth, covering a yawn. The breeze that had just been blowing was frozen in motion but Whitney was still curled up in a ball trying to keep warm. Jack was caught in the act stealing a glance at Whitney, trying to decide whether to give her his jacket or if she’d think that’d be wierd. With her waist-long, nearly black, wavy hair loosely braided down her back, Andrea was looking straight up at the stars alongside Jacob, who didn’t want to look at the stars, just at Andrea. No one was paying attention of the shrieking screamo singer and his band of lazy emos. The singer had his mouth wide open, his eyes squinted, and his hands tightly gripped around the mic stand. The bass player had an emotionless face that only portrayed the pot he just smoked. The guy on drums, Jack’s older brother and bringer of the crowd, was the only one with any true talent for music. Sick of his high band mate bass player, and his lazy loser singer, he stopped. He was the heart beat, and he had stopped. With the stop of the heart beat, he allowed time to stop and take a day off.
The heartfelt actions of Jack would never be acted upon to Whitney; Andrew would never get the chance to turn Emily down because he was actually going out with Whitney; Jacob would never get to stare at Andrea instead of the stars just because he thought she was more beautiful, and she would never get the chance to appreciate that. The singer would never get his act together and the bass player would never come down off that high.
The drummer was the master of time and decided time didn’t need to go on like this. A permanent vacation?
“Yes,” he said out loud, to himself and to the world. And the drummer had decided time would be frozen forever. And a great vacation followed.
Time stops. Time stopped. The world stopped, but no one noticed. Only time was there to notice the occurence. Everything else had simply ceased to be. If an atom ever stops moving, it ceases to be and time stood still for long enough for everything to vanish.
Time didnt care. It had lots of itself
Promptmonkey Says: It’s Day 3 of Time Week! They say time flies, that there’s time to kill, that there’s free time, that time never sleeps. Write a short story about how time is feeling about all of this.
Time doesnt feel. Time is not constant. Time doesnt exist, but is rather an illusion
Promptmonkey Says: It’s Day 2 of Time Week! Write a short story about someone who is killing time (or has time to spare).
Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o’clock news blues
And I’ve given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I’m not crazy? Is it any wonder I’m sane at all
Well I’m so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin’ but I’ve no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I’m not a criminal?
Is it any wonder I’m not in jail?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, it’s ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, it’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and it’s ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Well, I’m a jet fuel genius – I can solve the world’s problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I’m buying
Is it any wonder I’m not the president
(He’s not the president)
Is it any wonder I’m null and void?
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, it’s ticking away with my sanity
I’ve got too much time on my hands, it’s hard to believe such a calamity
I’ve got too much time on my hands and it’s ticking away from me
Too much time on my hands, too much time on my hands
Too much time on my hands
Promptmonkey Says: It’s day one of Theme Week #2, brought to you by Alice Frederick: Time Week! It’s 2030, and you run into an old high school friend. Write a short story about what you do next.
“Karen?” I questioned my weak eyes and my old mind when I saw a firmiliar face in the San Antonio Zoo. The face belonged to a girl I knew over 17 years ago. I didn’t think it was possible for me to remember things from that long ago because when I turned 19, I had long forgotten the memories of my two-year-old self stumbling around my late grandfather’s back yard. But this face looked all too firmiliar to just walk away from.
I crouched down to get to my four-year-old daughter’s level. “You wanna see the monkeys or the lions?” I asked her, my eyes darting from my daughter’s eyes and then to Karen.
“Monkeys!” she shrieked. Jumping up and down she sprinted to her father’s leg and grabbed on tight for the ride to the monkey exhibit.
“Babe, I’ll catch up with you two later. I thought I saw an old high school friend so I’m gonna go see if it’s really her.”
“Okay,” my husband replied as he awkwardly waddled away.
I decided to get closer to Karen before actually confronting her. Her long black hair looked just the same as in high school and she had the same dempels I remembered and envied. She, too, was with her children; she had two kids, a boy and a girl, both of which looked just like her.
One of my worst fears is to be in that awkward situation when you go up to someone you think you know and then realize that you don’t in fact know them. You just stand there. How do you say goodbye? I’m the worst in those situations. I stand there until the other person cut the tension and leaves.
What if her kids don’t like me? What if I bring back bad memories?
“Karen?” I asked loud enough for her to hear, but in a general direction so that if it turned out to not be her, I could act like I was talking to someone else. Her head whipped around and immediately faced me, her eyes wide. Her motherly instincts stepping in, she naturally had her children behind her. Did my tone sound harsh?
She squinted her eyes, appearantly not believing her eyes.
“A-… Alexanda?” Her voice hadn’t changed.
“Yeah,” I said with a huge grin on my face. I took a few steps towards her, but her children hid behind her legs, seeming afraid.
“How are you?!” she replied. “I haven’t seen you in so long! Do you live here?”
“I’m great! How are you? Yeah I do actually.”
“That’s great. I’m doing well.” Her smile seemed sincere and I couldn’t help but smile back. “No need to hide, guys. She’s a friend of mine.” Slowly, the kids came out from behind her legs. “Can you say hi?” The youngest, the girl, waved with one hand while the other was in her mouth.
“Hi,” Karen’s little boy said to me.
“Hi.” I waved to the both of them.
“Anyways,” I said to Karen. “It’s been nice seeing you.”
I walked away without looking back. I didn’t miss her.
I was out of the job. I was down in the dumps. i hadnt shaved in a week and there was nothing that could happen that could ahve possibly gotten my spirits lower.
Except for an old friend of mine to appear.
yep, thats right, Ari just happened to walk up at that moment. He looked down at me in disgust, apparently not knowing who I was, not that I wanted him too.
He walked off and my pariah status was kept still.
Promptmonkey Says: Write a short story about a lovestruck sailor who finds himself between the devil and the deep blue sea.
Eliot was in love with the devil, but the deep blue see was keeping him from reaching the devil. So he built a boat and sailed across the ocean to the devil. Then they had lots of gay babies called demons. and they lived happilly ever after
Promptmonkey Says: Write a short story about someone who has skeletons in their closet.
Sean opens the closet in his new house and sees yet more skeletons in there . He sighs and telephones to ask one of his friends if he can help him move some stuff.
His friend says “Sure!” and Sean waits for him to arrive. When his friend arrives he thanks him for coming and takes him to the closet.
Then he says, “Please do not tell anyone what we are moving, OK?”
“Ummmmm. OK”, says his friend.
Sean opens the closet, and his friend gasps.
“First move this skeleton OK? OK?” He turns around and sees that his friend is sneaking out of the room. “Weren’t you going to help me?”
Then his friend says “No, I just remembered I have to do something else.” Then Sean says it will just take a second to move them, there are only three in this closet.
“This closet? There are more?” says his friend.
“Yeah the last person left them everywhere. Come on, they are really light” says Sean.
“I need to go” whispers his friend.
“Come on, since they are plastic they can fit in a car really well”.
“Ohhh, they are plastic?”
“Yeah did you think they were real?” says Sean.
“Yeah” replies his friend.
“OK put on these gloves first, they are really dirty.”
“Why are they dirty..?” asks his friend.
“How should I know, they are not mine,” says Sean.
Bones fell everywhere as they tried to carry them, but at last they have all the pieces in the trunk of the car. Sean sees another police officer walk up. He invites the policeman in. He can hardly wait to add him to his collection.
and the bones littered the floor of the room as Johny swung the door open. His friends were long gone. His pets had taken care of that. Its not that he needed his friends, but the bones would quickl;y have been dug up in the back yard, so the closet would have to do. As he shoveled them into the doorway, his werewolf howled.
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promptmonkey says: 
Zgreat 6:45 pm on February 28, 2010 Permalink |
After killing time in antique stores all morning Tom stumbled upon a grand old grandfather clock that he couldn’t resist and bought it for $1500. He
took it home and was cleaning the dust out of it when he saw a mysterious note that said, “Wind me up.” So he sets the clock and then he goes out into the living room and sees notes on all of those too. The shelf had a note that said “Dust me” and the floor had a note that said “sweep me” he looks around and sees a broken window. He walks up to it and there is a note that said “fix me” on the window sill. He gets confused and sits down on the couch ignoring the note that says “wash me” and then drives back to the store since someone must have put a note in the grandfather clock there, since they couldn’t have put it in it after he had bought it from the store, he had had it with him the whole time. So he shows the note to the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper starts laughing to hard to answer him. He walks away confused, and still doesn’t know to this day how it happened.