16. Subject: Write about your feet.
17. First Line: The fire was getting closer
18. Dialogue: “You embarrassed me this evening.”
19. Scenario: If you had no money to feed your children, how would you go about getting food?
20. Title: Driving Through A Rainbow

So… Feet. I guess I’ll be writing about feet this Friday!

Weeks #13-15: The One That Got Away

13. Dialogue: “Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?”
14. Scenario: You’ve been ordered to kill someone you’ve fallen in love with. How did you get into this situation and what will you do next?
15. Title: The One That Got Away

“Do you think he crashed the car on purpose?”

“I doubt it. They were both pretty drunk, I’m told.”

“But what about the drinking? I didn’t know he was a drinker. I could have sworn he’s more responsible than that.”

“Just because he drinks a little doesn’t automatically mean he’s an irresponsible guy.”

“Oh sure. But when he’s the designated driver?”

“You’ve got a point.”

“Maybe his drink was spiked.”

“Oh come on.”

“You can’t rule it out as a possibility!”

“Fine. Let’s say someone did pour some vodka into his soda.”

“Yeah! Someone who knew he’d be driving on an unsafe road that night!”

“Why would anyone do that?”

“We don’t know what other people’s motives are!”


“Too bad, though. The girl was really nice. Really pretty, too.”

“So those are the words that sum her life up, huh. ‘Really nice’ and ‘really pretty, too’.”

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful… I just, didn’t really know her in person, you know?”

“She was an amazing person.”



“You knew her well?”

“Very well.”

“You must be crushed, then.”

“We are all crushed.”

“You’re taking their death very well.”

“You just think I am.”

“Oh. I see. I’m sorry.”

“I am, too.”

Weeks #11&12: The Horse

11. Subject: Write about a phobia.
12. First Line: The horse came back alone

The horse came back alone. He wasn’t supposed to. Where was the carriage? Where were the passengers? Where was the horseman, the guy they assured me was the best in the land?

His deep black eyes were flooded with terror. His gait was unsure and he trembled when I tried to touch his mane in an effort to calm him down.

“What happened, boy?”

A whiny. Well of course he’ll never put all that he had seen into human words. I pulled myself up the saddle. “Giddy up! Take me to where you had them last.”

He didn’t want to budge. Of course he didn’t. But I needed to know.

I needed to know what happened. I needed to know if they were safe. If they weren’t, I needed to go over there and rescue them.

“Giddy up, boy!”

This time, though still panic-stricken and hesitant, he started to gallop and head west.