The prompt is thunderstorm, if you're still wondering.

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Here's my reply to the prompt -
He watched it approach like a big cat, full of mischief. Low black clouds rolled over the horizon and thunder rumbled deeply, seeming to come from the very center of the earth itself. It awoke inside him a nameless fear. He felt sweat break out on his forehead, and his eyes dilated, trying to see what cannot be seen. For at least 60 miles, he hadn’t seen or heard anyone. No gas stations, no truck stops, not one car or motorcycle. For all he knew, he had driven off the map, into another place, out of time or record. The lyrics of a song the he had known long ago floated to the top of his mind -

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

He shook himself and focused back on the road. The man no longer remembered how he had become what he was. There had been a time, though he could not recall it now, when he was a kind person. But then one day he forgot to send the check to the ASPCA, or he hadn’t remembered to get up and smile. It had happened gradually, and he hadn’t known there was any change until it was too late fix things. Now, the man was rather stuck up and greedy, where he had once been so kind and giving. Time had washed away the man that was, as the sea washes away a rock, bit by bit. Time was merciless and unforgiving, and left only a crumpled shell of what was.

It was closer now, he swore under his breath, cursing silently the powers that be. He was going to get caught in a big storm, by the looks of things, miles away from any place where he could lay his head. He cursed his business for sending him to, of all places, Kansas, cursed his business partners for agreeing to the meeting, cursed himself for having scotch for dinner the night before. He was in for a big one, and there wasn’t a dang thing he could do about it.

Rain splattered the ground, turning the dusty dirt into thick mud. In minutes, the man couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of his car. The road became slippery, and he fought to keep control of his car. He couldn’t. The man’s car fishtailed into a guardrail.

A voice spoke to him, loud and commanding. It was many voices, mixed and undulating somehow, but still crystal clear.
“You strayed from the path we set for you. You strayed and became the kind of person you always tried to avoid. You came to a fork in the road, and you went down the wrong one. You went down the fork to darkness. You must be punished.” then silence. The silence was whole, complete, all consuming. The man was dead before the lightning struck his car. The clouds rolled out calmly, disappearing over the horizon.

“Hey Ted, what’s that?” asked Cid Carson, pointing over the dash of the truck at the charred remains of a car.
“Je-sus! Looks like the thing got struck by lightning!” said Ted, pulling the flatbed over. The two men stepped out to inspect the car. The man’s body lay still in the driver’s seat, his soul by now long ago headed for whatever the afterlife holds. The radio was on. Jerry Garcia’s voice floated out though the shattered windshield.

There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone

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*bump* C'mon people! post your writing!

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I'm having trouble coming up with something I like for my own prompt! lol. I really like your story, Captain Jack, and your poem, Belowen!

Okay, new prompt.You are late for school. Why are you late, and how do you get there?

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I came up with something for my own prompt, finally. It's an idea for a story, and I just started writing it yesterday, so I won't post any of it yet, but here's the idea. It's sci-fi, set on earth 80 or 90 years in the future. Due to bizarre weather conditions, temperatures are extremely high and water is scarce. The oceans are shrinking, revealing new land masses and connecting existing ones. Some people are living like nomads, living near a stream or lake until it dries up, then moving on. In cities, water is strictly rationed and recycled. I know, it's wierd that I got that from the prompt "thunderstorm" but, oh well! lol

Thanks for the new prompt, Captain Jack!

You guys are seriously brave to post your writings. I'm such a chicken, but I don't handle certain critisim well. It's a little embarrassing.

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Made 1000 posts on 7/22/06!!!!!!!!!

Y'alls may think that I'm being chicken too, but I'm just not good at writing short stuff like that... If someone comes up with a prompt that I like, I shall see what I can do
Oh, and I'm back... I suppose none of you actually knew, but I've been gone for a while. I've had too much to do the last week...

Here's my story for the prompt.


The morning started out pretty normal. I was sleeping very soundly when my Mom came in. "Julie." she shook my shoulder. I started to wake up. "It's time to get up. You'll be late for school."
I rolled over and opened one eye to look at her. "The alarm hasn't gone off yet." I buried my head in my pillow.
"Actually it's gone off several times. You need to get up."
"Ok." Mom left the room, and I sat up on the edge of my bed and shook my head, trying desperately to wake up. It didn't work. I got up anyway and got dressed.
A bit later I was heading out the door on my way to school. My house was in the middle of nowhere, but so was the school so I was able to walk.
While I was still aways from the school something strange happened. I was walking calmly across a field one minute, and the next I was walking across a smooth metal floor. I stopped and looked around, realizing something was wrong. (It takes me a long time to wake up in the mornings.) I heard a voice behind me.
"Welcome."
I whirled around. A really weird thing was standing behind me. It was a blue-ish blob with a bunch of tentacles that it would use for arms and legs when it needed too.
"Uhhh..." That was the extremely intelligent response I came up with. More blue blobs joined the one already standing there. "Ummm..." I managed. "Uh, are-are you guys...aliens?"
"I suppose you would call us that." the one said. "I am-"
He gave me his name, something that I couldn't repeat even if I wanted to.
"But let's get onto business. We brought you here because we wish to learn about your land."
"You mean America? The world?"
"Yes, but this area more specifically. I believe you call it a 'state'?"
"You want to know about Idaho?"
A murmur went through the aliens. "Yes, Idaho."
"Uh, ok, what do you want to know?" I stalled for time as I frantically gathered every fact I could find about Idaho from the garage sale-like clutter in my mind. Potatoes, the national parks, Boise.
"We wish to know about Napoleon Dynamite."
My mind dropped the facts in disbelief. "The movie? You want to know about Napoleon Dynamite?"
"Yes. We have seen the movie, of course, but we wish to hear about it from a native Idahoan."
"Uh, great!" For the next 10 minutes I repeated everything about Napoleon Dynamite I could remember-quotes, trivia, actor and character names. Finally I said, "Look, if you guys really want to know about this you should go to Preston. There's a big festival going on there, all sorts of things."
The aliens were considering it, I think. They were talking with eachother quietly. Finally one said, "That's a good idea. We will go to Preston immedietly."
"Wait! Wait, could you guys let me down from here first? I'm late for school and Mrs. Donalds is gonna kill me."
Next thing I knew I was standing outside the school building. I gathered my wits about me as best I could, and hurried in the school and to my classroom.
Mrs. Donalds was ticked. "And what's your excuse for being late this time, Miss Reid?"
"Um, I overslept."


I know, it's odd, but I came up with it when I was half asleep. My mind comes up with strange ideas when it's half asleep. lol. I was partly inspired by hearing Idahoans saying Idaho used to be about potatoes, but now it's "Oh, that's where Napoleon Dynamite is!" lol

I thought that was cute. A little different yes, but I enjoyed it. I liked that it made me giggle and wasn't very serious unlike most of the stuff I write. I liked all the dialouge too.

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Thanks Itarildë! Usually I write more serious stuff too. BTW, how's your story about the missionaries going? You posted a part a while back, about the sisters when they were younger, and I really liked that and wanted to read more! Have you writen more on it?

I liked it, Elenya. I also typically write (and read) more serious stuff, but it's nice to have an occasional break with something like that.

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Once I wrote The True Story of the Gingerbread Man-A Severely Fractured Fairy Tale, it was a little break too. lol

What sort of genres do y'all like to write in? Is there a specific genre that you especially like, or do you cover just about everything?

I like horror and historical fiction personally.

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My two favorites are fantasy and historical fiction.

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i luv writing! can i join? i'm gonna be as famous as tolkien one day!!

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Welcome to the club.

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