You may be asking yourself where my writing prompts have been these past few weeks. Or you may not. Because you probably don't care. But if you do, then let me explain. I've been stuck in a well. I know. It sounds unlikely. But seriously. Wells are super slippery and and once you fall in one, it's hard to get out. Especially when Lassie isn't around. And there are no more buckets on ropes. And that scary brunette girl with the wet nightgown won't have any of you leaving.
But I'm back. And only slightly damp from the entire thing.
Writing Prompt #6: For Tomorrow We Die
Don't panic. We aren't literally going to die tomorrow. Well, some of us might. I hope not. But that's life for you.
So, in a semi-famous work known as THE BIBLE, Paul says, "Let's eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die." Killer line. Pithy and appropriate on so many levels...
Let's all do a "fill-in-the-blank," shall we? The task is to come up with our own dialogue excusing our wild excesses and wanton actions, followed up by the latter part of the line, "...for tomorrow we die". I suppose it could be something tame, like, "I think we better put on clean underwear, for tomorrow we die." Apparently dying in dirty undies is a major point of anxiety for some people. Not me. But I've heard of it being worrisome.
Come up with something that needs to be done before biting the dust on the morrow. Once you've got that, come up with a character that would speak this line in a story. For example, the character that says, "I think we better put on clean underwear, for tomorrow we die," is a woman in her mid-fifties that wears curlers to bed, feeds her cats raw ground beef and touches her chest every time she talks to a man younger than her. Her name is Linda. She is a Cancerian.
Okay, got the line and the character? Do you like them? Do you really like them? Well then give them a world to play in. Maybe even let them live past tomorrow. Or not. But get the story done today, for tomorrow WE DIE.
And all come back as zombies.