Moore Writing Prompts

Blind date, no way

“What are you going to do, kill me?”

When we got married I thought we were in love; boy was I wrong.

Either pray to God or make a deal with the devil for one more day.

How long had she buried her head in the sand?

The photo came alive in her hand burning her with death; everyone in the phot was dead except her, or was she dead too?

I’m drowning in words

She had an eerie feeling it was time to pay the piper

Why now?

I am empty.

Those are just a few prompts I wrote, helping me to start writing on an empty page.

Experiment, try one or two, see where it takes you and good luck.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Moore Writing Prompts

Yesterday’s prompts were off the top of my head.

These are  a few more of my prompts:

“The news wasn’t good

She heard the commotion

Point that camera somewhere else

She sky was ablaze

The experience left her shaken

Where had that crazy thought come from?

The door crashed ope, “Police.”

Memories are forever but”

I encourage caregivers to write, either in a journal, or on a scrap of paper to vent. Phrases work, or long sentences, or a few words. Journaling is a powerful, healing tool for good health. Caregivers need this kind of support.

There are caregivers in you own community. Give the gift that lasts forever, and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver and tell them your friend Helene sent you. An email will work, build up some trust, and become his/her supporter.

Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene

Writing Prompts

I love doing writing prompts. I must have well over 500 of them and would love to put them into an ebook, but I don’t know how. Yet.

Maybe I’m just trying to jumpstart my own writing.  Here are ten of my First Lines.

1. Why don’t you just spit it out; it’s what you want to do.

2. The mainteance guy came up and did everything I asked; and then some.

3. He looked like a cat burgler, dressed in black; then he lunged at me.

4. My life story in writing is anything but dull.

5. Icy fingers of fear crawled up his neck

6.”Not now, I’m busy,” then she turned and saw the gun pointed at her heart.

7. The sea sparkled as the sun sunk it’s yellow gold circle into the horizon.

8. The leaves of the tree danced in the breeze and then lightening stuck.

9. The report dragged on, but she only wanted the bottom line, so why were they drowning her in paper?

10. Her grandson was her pride and joy, but he didn’t deserve it.

I hope some of you out there will run with one of these lines and make it into a story or essay or poem. Perhaps I will periodically write some more of them here later on.

Give the gift that lasts forever and costs nothing. Adopt A Caregiver in your own community. Bless you. Don’t know how a new caregiver feels, read my secret journal, Behind The Mask, published last year.

Keep love and kisses in your life.