Nihi’s Weekly Writing Challenge 2015: The masterpost
Here is the list of the 52 prompts throughout the year - feel free to bookmark it or save it somewhere for reference. I will however also post weekly reminders of the prompts every sunday night for the following week.
Should there be anything you can’t read, feel free to view it on my blog in a higher resolution.
For anyone confused, I have put a more detailed explanation of the prompts under the cut.
Don’t forget to tag your posts with “Nihis Weekly Writing Challenge”! :)
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Tristram and Iseult by Henry Ospovat
Humans are so silly with their soft-boiling of eggs and such.
shut up and take my money
I love this woman.
At Last by Edward St. Aubyn
Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut
Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Freedom by Jonathan Franzen
Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins
Flight by Sherman Alexie
The Residue Years by Mitchell S. Jackson
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
In the Heart of the Heart of the Country by William H. Gass
Cities of the Plain by Cormac McCarthy
The Serpent of Venice by Christopher Moore
Lucky Us by Amy Bloom
Sea of Poppies by Amitav Ghosh
Sitting in the cafe where I spent my young adult life. Over there is the spot where I would sit for hours. The leather-padded, wooden chairs, always. The least wobbly ones. That's the couch where I sat with friends - so close that I thought I'd have them forever - that I haven't seen in years. That's the spot on the couch where I last saw one of my closest friends that died that night in a car accident. I don't know the people that work behind the counter anymore - but they recognize me as an older regular and acknowledge my presence accordingly. The music is foreign to me - unless they are playing the punk and new wave “oldies.” The new, young regulars laugh in spots that I once laughed in. I wore-in that chair long before they enjoyed its ragged comfort. I sit here now alone. Reading a book. Drinking the same coffee drink I always have. Typing into an electronic log. Hoping my ex never walks in the door. Hiding in the corner so my "friends'' have a hard time spotting me as they pass through to grab their coffees.
Reading. Reading about reading. Reading about reading about reading.
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