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What bothers you can also make you more creative.  It's a push (and sometimes a shove)! It's a moment of inspiration! It's a call to do something...new. WRITING PROMPT: Think about something that you find utterly aggravating. Now, write for two minutes on what to do about that. -- doug smith  

Save your most recent grocery list. It must be yours sand contain several items. Write about your list, item by item. What does each item mean to you. Write about what each item says about the world. Close with three questions for reflection. Reflect.   -- doug smith

  Writing prompt: write a story using alphabet soup. Alphabet Soup Story - collage by douglas brent smith

  Start an improv scene or writing session with this prompt: If we don't find the formula within the hour it will be too late. -- doug smith

She stood staring in the mirror. How did she get here? What was that sound coming from inside the wall? And why were the paper towels under the paper towels? She moved the paper towels. She turned off the faucet. No make-up to fix and her hair was fine pulled up in a pony tale. Now, about that noise. Ever try to hear what noise is coming from the wall when someone in the room keeps flushing the toilet? She'd need to leave the room. She'd need to be on the other side of that wall. She left the room. The sound of her footsteps clicks down the hall. The toilet flushes again. From the other side of the wall she can hear a very tiny voice whisper, "The paper towels were not yours to move..." She does not hear the disturbing sound from inside the wall. She does hear the toilet flush. Again. "Enough of this," she sighs. "Time to get to work." -- doug smith Picture This: 1. Find a random image (truly random, do not select the picture...

The clown convention disbanded without a sound. Rows and rows of too big shoes sat in the street, surrounding the mailbox as if they'd tried half-heartedly to send themselves home. The clowns were nowhere to be found. After a few minutes the whole thing felt like a mirage. Were there ever any clowns at all? Who had the power to clear the town out so quickly? Consider this: clowns, maligned as they are and misunderstood in part by their own design and in part because, well, who really understands the impulse to paint your face white and make your features look distorted? All to juggle? All to ride a tiny bike? They were going to visit, surround, transform, redefine the Corn Palace. Corny at last. But the ayes didn't have it and neither did the clowns, so there's no reason for you to take it, either. Instead, let's just ride away. -- doug smith ------------------------- Picture This: 1. Find a random image (truly, close your eyes!) 2. Write for two min...