Category: Free Writing And Prompts

Scrabble Writing Prompt and Short Story {Fun With Prompts}


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.


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Scrabble Words:

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!


And That’s Why I Won’t Be In To Work Today {Fun With Prompts}

The other day I ran across an old folder filled with random bits of writing that I have amassed over the years. Some of them were outlines for stories or one off scenes, some of them were completed short stories. Still more were merely writing exercises that I’d held onto for whatever reason.

As I read through them, I found more than a few that were worth sharing. This particular piece was the result of a writing prompt, but for the life of me I can’t remember what the challenge was or when I wrote it. Nevertheless, it made me chuckle and I thought I’d give it a moment in the spotlight.

And That's Why I Won't Be In To Work Today, writing prompt short story

I was on the phone to my mother when it happened. The hash browns that I had been cooking on the stove began to smoke, but I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. The smoke detector started its obnoxious beeping, which in turn caused my dog to howl.

With all the commotion, I could barely hear my mom’s tale of workplace drama. For this I was grateful.

“Karen, what on Earth is all that racket?” She demanded.

“Fire alarm,” I said quickly. “I’ve got to go.”

“Let me know if…”

I hung up before she could finish. I pulled the battery out of the detector and pulled the skillet off the burner. The dog fell silent.

“Much better, eh Rex?”

The canine tilted his head, giving me a curious look, then promptly exploded. Or at least, I think he did. There was a loud pop, more smoke, and then there was nothing but a black scorch mark on the floor  beneath his tattered red collar.

“Oh my god! Rex?”

I looked around frantically. “Rex?” I called.

I turned my gaze to the floor once more. The scene was the same.

I meandered around my house in a daze, hoping something would pop up that explained what had just happened. Finding nothing, I went outside and circled the house. Still, I found no clues as to why my beloved pooch had gone up in smoke.

“I must be going nuts,” I muttered. “I just need to take a walk and clear my head. When I get back, he’ll surely be here and everything will be fine.”

I had made it about three blocks down the road when I spotted an elderly woman sitting on a bench alone, tears streaming down her face. Concerned, I stopped at her feet.

“What’s wrong, ma’am?” I asked, hoping it was something I could easily fix.

“I’ve lost my purse,” she explained.

I nodded. “Where’s the last place you remember seeing it?”

“At the zoo,” she recalled. “An elephant got very close and grabbed it with his trunk!”

“Surely it’s still there,” I assured her. “I’ll head on over and see if I can find it.”

“Oh! That would be wonderful, dear! Thank you!”

“No problem at all,” I replied with a smile. “I’ll be back in no time!”

With a new mission, I walked back home, got in my car, and headed to the zoo, where I was informed that they had sold the elephant to a traveling circus–along with the old woman’s purse! The zookeeper then told me that the circus was setting up in the next county.

So, off I went in my little red car.

Finding the circus was no problem at all. However, getting the purse was a different story.

“It came with the elephant,” the ring leader protested.

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes. “Listen, there seems to be a misunderstanding. That purse belongs to a very nice old lady and she is completely distraught over its disappearance.”

The small man contemplated this for a moment. “I’ll let you have it for 50 bucks.”

“50 bucks!” I exclaimed in disgust.

“It came with the elephant,” he repeated stubbornly. “I require compensation for my property.”

I sighed. “How about 20?”

“30,” he rebutted.

I sighed again. “Fine.”

I dug through my purse and found that I had no cash, only my bank card. “Sir, I’m sorry, but I have no money. If you could–”

“No money, no purse,” he interjected. The man began to walk away and I chased after him.

“Wait!” I called. “What if I work it off?”

The ringleader’s eyes lit up as he turned around to face me. “That might work!”

It took four hours of cleaning animal cages and affixing fake unicorn horns to the foreheads of horses, but eventually I returned to my car with the old lady’s purse.

I drove back to the bench, hoping she was still there. Of course, she was already gone. I decided to take my car home and search for her on foot. Along the way, I spotted a police car idling at the curb. The front seat was empty, but I could see movement in the back window. Upon closer inspection, it was a little dog scratching frantically at the window.


I ran over and talked to him, promising to get him out. I was beyond relieved to see my canine friend, but I was more confused than ever. I walked around the car, checking all the doors in case it was unlocked. That’s when the officer appeared.

“Step away from the car, ma’am,” he boomed.

I did as he’d requested, feeling my face turn crimson. “I’m sorry officer, but you have my dog in your car,” I explained.

“Of course I do,” he responded. “He was stealing sausages from a street vendor.”

“Bad Rex!” I scolded, pointing at him through the window. The dog pulled his ears back and whimpered. I turned my attention back to the cop beside me. “I’m so sorry, sir.”

He looked at me skeptically. “Holding that for a friend?”

He nodded towards the blue purse in my hand. Of course it must have looked suspicious with my own bag hanging off of my shoulder.

“Oh, no. I retrieved it for an old lady who had lost it this morning, and I’m trying to return it to her.”

His face hardened. “Mind if I take a look?”

I handed it over and looked on anxiously as he rummaged through it.

“This purse has been reported stolen,” he said, the gravity of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

The next thing I knew, I was in the squad car with Rex and the two of us were taken to the station and thrown in a cell. Rex began to dig at the floor with amazing strength and speed. I watched in astonishment as he dug a tunnel to the outside and crawled into it.

I followed him out and snatched him up in my arms. “Thank you boy!”

He licked my face and we ran as far as we could before I had to stop for air. I quickly hailed a cab.

“To the airport,” I ordered.

Once we arrived, I apologized for not having cash and ran inside as quick as could be. Someone’s pet monkey was unattended, so I let him out and put Rex in his cage. I then rushed to an ATM, withdrew all my cash, and bought a plane ticket.

Rex and I are now on a beautiful island, soaking up the sun and enjoying a nice drink served in a coconut.

As you can see, due to extenuating circumstances, I will not be into work today, Mr. Stevens.


15 Minutes

The other morning I found myself thinking about time. Everyday, I tell myself there’s not enough time. Not enough time to read, not enough time to write, not enough time to think.

Not enough time to create the life I truly want to live.

Not enough time to be happy.

It was one of those surreal moments where time seemed to stretch out endlessly before me, yet also seemed to be passing by more quickly than I could register. I began to wonder how much time I really do have, how much goes to waste as I sit around complaining about there’s only 24 hours in a day.

So, I challenged myself to get something written before I went to work.

The paragraphs that follow are copied verbatim from that exercise. It’s amazing what you can accomplish in just 15 minutes.

timer 15 minutes, not enough time

15 minutes.

That’s all I the time I have before I must hop in my car and drive myself to a job I feel is slowly killing me.

It’s not the job itself, it’s what the job represents. I have failed, my ship has sailed, and I missed the damn boat.

10 minutes left.

It’s not enough time for anything. This is what I tell myself each morning as I sit on my couch, dreading the day that stretches out before me.

But look here, I’ve managed to put several words down in the last 7 minutes. How did I run down the clock?

I awoke at 4:45.

I spent 5 minutes trying not to drift off to sleep again. 10 minutes to get dressed, brush my teeth and hair, put on deodorant, and take my meds.

At 5 o’clock I opened a Mountain Dew. Caffeine is my savior, too bad I hate coffee.

For 30 minutes I sat on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through Facebook before I started my car to avoid freezing to death on my 4 minute drive.

I came inside and picked up my pen.

5 minutes left.

What if I had used those 30 minutes as productively as I’ve used the last 10? What if I never wasted a moment?

What if I just did what needs to be done without all the fuss?

Maybe I wouldn’t feel so stuck. Maybe I wouldn’t feel so let down, so pressured, so stressed.

Maybe I wouldn’t watch the clock, or helplessly cry, “There’s not enough time!”

Maybe I’d get to the place where I don’t need this job.

1 minute left.

I will not look to this day with dread.

I will make the most of my time. I will live and love and work and play and smile.

Time to go.

A new life starts now.

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