If there’s two things I love, it’s writing prompts and a good game of Scrabble. Something about trying to fit words together brings a smile to my face like none other.
Of all my Scrabble opponents, my husband has to be my favorite. We’re pretty evenly matched with our vocabulary and, of course, he doesn’t mind if the only word I can make out of my tiles happens to be vulgar. So many of my treasured memories come from the nights where we just put on some music and pull out the Scrabble board.
So where do the writing prompts factor in?
Well, my husband and I have a tradition of jotting down all the words we play as the game goes on. Once the game is over, we take that list and each of us tries to write a story using all the Scrabble words. It’s always so fun to see the different associations each of us form, and I love taking a moment to write something different from whatever project I’m working on.
For any of you writers who are looking for a challenge, I highly recommend this twist on a classic game! I think it would also work well as a fun family activity with children. You could even write the story together and pitch suggestions to one another. There are so many possibilities!
Today, I thought I’d share a list of words from a recent game and include a short piece of fiction I have written with this Scrabble writing prompt.
Misty Torn Taint Fat Pleat
Trek Hair Hungry Dijon Old
Kiss Shut Raw Queen Self
Belt Crawls Neon Vogue Pricey
Belt Evil Zip
The Short Story:
Her headlights cut through the misty darkness, lighting the way as she sped away. She could drive as fast as her little old car would allow, but she couldn’t outrace the memories. They clung to her heels, rubbing her raw. She wished she could zip that part of her mind closed. She didn’t have the strength to deal with it right now.
She wiped a tear away, cursing under her breath. She should have seen it coming. She should have sensed something off in his kiss. She shouldn’t be left to start over in the middle of the night.
With a heavy sigh, she cranked up the radio, hoping to drown out the thoughts that ran tired circles in her mind. A neon sign a few blocks ahead caught her eye, the call of the bottle promising comfort. If only momentarily.
She pulled into the lot, thankful to find it mostly empty. She didn’t have the strength for much socializing tonight. She just needed a good stiff drink. And maybe a nice, fat burger. When was the last time she’d eaten? She couldn’t remember, but she was definitely hungry now. That had to be a good sign. Soon she’d be rid of these evil little feelings.
She shut off the car, taking a moment to check her appearance in the rearview mirror before undoing her seat belt. She was far from looking like a beauty queen today, but at least her hair looked good. Her torn jacket certainly wasn’t in vogue, but she liked to think it added some character.
She chuckled softly as she climbed out of the car, smoothing the pleats in her skirt before hiking her purse up on her shoulder. He’d always chided her self-depreciating banter, and it had lifted her spirits.
With a shake of her head, she pushed the thought away. Thinking about him was the last thing she needed to do.
She took a deep breath and began the short trek to the entrance of the bar. She needed to get him off of her mind before she lost it completely. There was a hotel up the road, she’d stop there next. Then she’d be back on the road. Maybe once she’d put enough distance between them it would all fade away.
She pushed through the doors and made her way to the bar, taking a seat towards the end. She examined the menu, suddenly wanting one of everything. She scanned the offerings quickly, thinking that this place was surprisingly pricey. She’d have to tighten up the purse strings tomorrow if she was going to make it very far.
The blonde woman behind the bar smiled warmly as she stepped in front of the customer, taking in the young woman with a mixture of curiosity and concern. The sad-looking girl didn’t seem familiar and she wondered how she had stumbled upon this small town.
“Hi there, what can I do for ya?”
The younger girl looked up, pasting a smile on her face. “Is the grill still open?”
The bartender nodded. “For another hour,” she assured her.
She nodded. “I’ll take a bacon cheeseburger, fries on the side, and a bottle of Bud.”
The blonde took down the order. “Any sauce for your fries?”
The other girl screwed up her face. Normally she’d order ketchup for herself and dijon mustard for him. He’d always decline fries of his own, but would eat about half of hers. She shook her head. Would he always taint her thoughts?
“Just ketchup,” she replied, her voice strangled with emotion.
The bartender smiled once more. “Coming right up.”
I know, I know. It cuts off rather abruptly. Honestly, as I typed this up from the paper I’d scrawled it out on, I had to fight the urge to turn this into a 10 page piece. Unfortunately, longer bits like that don’t generally make for good blog posts. However, I just may expand on this in the future.
In the meantime, I would love to know what twists your family puts on traditional games! Tell me all about it in the comments below!