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Writing Prompts by Carolyn Busa

My Writing Prompts series continues...

Set a scene in a hospital waiting room. Two characters talk about anything  except  illness, accident, or death.

Set a scene in a hospital waiting room. Two characters talk about anything except illness, accident, or death.

DAD: Son, stop crying.
SON: But Daddy!
DAD: Don't 'Daddy' me.
SON: I WANT A SHIRT!!
DAD: Shirts are for babies. You are almost 4 years old, relax.
SON: I don't know what that means! 
Son wipes snot from his nose and onto Dad's ridiculous socks
DAD: Ew, gross.
SON: I'm hungry. 
DAD: Your mother and I are getting a divorce. 

Writing Prompts by Carolyn Busa

What is going on in this girl's mind? What has happened in the last two hours? What has happened in the last two years? How much of this can you let us know without leaving this room, her chair, her thoughts?

What is going on in this girl's mind? What has happened in the last two hours? What has happened in the last two years? How much of this can you let us know without leaving this room, her chair, her thoughts?

This picture speaks to me in a lot of ways but mainly women's reproductive rights.

First of all, the woman is sad which is a dead giveaway we're talking about babies. The woman drew a picture of a little girl. This little girl obviously represents the daughter she gave up for adoption after being forced to complete her unwanted pregnancy. Plus, she's grabbing her abdomen or as I see it, her Fallopian tubes. According to Wikipedia: In a woman's body the tube allows passage of the egg from the ovary to the uterus. Another key word: passage. Passage of time = 9 months. Wow. This is getting real.

In the past two hours I think this woman received a phone call at the mental institution (where she was forced to live after the baby was born) from the unwanted daughter. She found out her daughter was raised by rich parents which is why she drew the castle.

As sad as this picture, I think the biggest takeaway is the nightgown she now wears everyday. The dirty, oppressive nightgown which women everywhere are forced to wear. 

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Writing Prompts by Carolyn Busa

Imaginative Writing: The Elements of Craft. This was my creative writing textbook from my junior year of college. My teacher was kooky and most likely a teenage witch in her day but what creative writing professor wasn't? We used this book for learning imagery techniques, for writing prompts and, of course, to read passages. I became absolutely obsessed with Joyce Carol Oates' 'Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?' because I have issues. I never got rid of the book because I was convinced it would become my writing Bible. I would use the book for inspiration and churn out pages upon pages of creative writing GOLD.*

That was 8 years ago. 

I didn't open the book until recently during one of my rages of hasty cleaning where I, without emotion, throw out anything that's taking up space and looking at me wrong. Valentine's Day card from an ex? BYE. Alias Season 2 DVDs? See you in Hell, Sloan!

But instead of throwing the book in my trash pile I decided to open it. I wanted to be inspired. But what I opened to wasn't inspiring. It was hysterical. As someone who no longer gets off on pithy, dark imagery and metaphors, despite what my Nightmare Before Christmas obsession would have you believe, I found all of the suggested writing exercises extremely amusing. What I used to think of as unique and inspiring, now looked like UCB sketch pitches.

So in an effort to please both tortured-writer Carolyn of the past and current Carolyn the comedian, I will attempt to complete the suggested writing exercises in a new, weekly series called Writing Prompts.

Enjoy.

Is the woman a victim of the fist or is she the fist?

Is the woman a victim of the fist or is she the fist?

This woman obviously has a headache and the only thing she is victim to is a poor attempt at a Tylenol ad.  But wait, on second glance, I see a whole different story...

Fisting
Fisting.
Some say it's a mans thing.
I say it's our thing.
Our fingernails are clean.
Your fingernails are mean.
The knuckles.
Knuckles of our sisters.
They do no harm.
They only charm.
Fisting.

 

*Notice my use of imagery