Writer's Block?

If you have writer's block, then this is the post for you.
I have found many sites with creative writing prompts for poems,
journal entries, short stories, anything.

creative writing prompts

writer's digest: writing prompts

There are a LOT of them so jut pick a random one.

Inspiration

"All you need is inspiration to make a good story... Just think about it.... When you feel uninspired, you can't get your creative juices flowing and all that...to be able to get inspiration, we need to observant, understanding...and all that...just let all the stuff settle in your brain...practice describing things: A pencil, a long, octagonal tube, a hollow one, to be exact, stuffed with lead like a stuffed cucumber, shaved to a point, like a needle, capped with some metal of sorts, and ended with a rubberey substance called an eraser. So we have to pretend that we are talking to little people and they won't understand us..." quotes my teacher...

The New Writing Assignment

Okay. Here's the prompt. If you realized that you won a gold medal, what would you do?
Post comments about this please.

Sorry

I can't believe I forgot to write!!!!!!! Anyways, my other blog is doing a not-so-short-story assignment so you would probably like it.

Writing Assignment #2

If you could go to any lost country, city, land, for a month, where would you go? Allaneis is my version of Atlantis.

Sytargate to Allaneis

On Account of Selvius: Chapter One

“Selvius Ayutthaya was one in a million. He was the scholar in which many myths have been made. One of his most famous writings is Braggadocio the Might. Braggadocio was based on a true man, and his name was Slyvan Sly Slongo. He was a pirate, for all knew and feared him. Selvius and Slyvan were good friends, though Selvius did not steal. Braggadocio the Might was about Slyvan’s adventures through the Unwanted Forest. Selvius and I were also great friends… until Slyvan died. Slyvan was the bond that pulled Selvius and me together, and without him, I did not trust Selvius any longer. Selvius and I had later been pulled together to find the Sytargate to Allaneis.” I told to my friend, Mirsha. “Iris, Braggadocio the Might is true?” “Of course it is, Mirsha. Grandpa Slyvan was like the glue that stuck Selvius and me who was nine then, together. After that, Selvius wrote Braggadocio the Might.” I answered. “What’s a Sytargate?” she asked again. “A Sytargate is a gate guarded carefully by the Sytar and many booby traps. The Sytargate to Allaneis is the most protected Sytargate because it leads to the land of paradise: Allaneis. Allaneis used to be part of the world, but King Sonkan blocked it from the rest of the world and the places where he hid his treasures with Sytargates.” I answered. “That really does not sound realistic, Iris. I mean, if Selvius was nine at the time, than that must have meant you were also nine, right? And right now you are ten, so that was last year. Was that where you were last summer when you said you were going to Zibya, Acana?” “Yeah. Without grandpa, we are like dogs without leashes. We tend to get more mischievous without Grandpa Slyvan. He’s sly, so he gets us out of trouble. We got into lots of trouble on that trip… Remember that when I came back most of my clothes were ripped?” I said. “What was it like?” she asked. “What was what like? Going to
Allaneis or Zibya?” I returned her question with another question. “Well, I meant to say, what did you go there for?” she replied in a question-like tone. “So all of grandpa’s treasures got inherited to us through his will. When I first met grandpa, I thought he was the scariest person I ever saw. He had an eye patch that he said he got from his enemy, Alicia Rene, tousled hair, a sword and gun by his side at all times, and a really crooked smile. He was actually pretty nice, like Robin Hood. He usually stole from bad guys like Alicia Rene, the pirate who stole EVERYTHING. He stole the stuff back. But then, Alicia would accuse grandpa of stealing the stuff she “bought” and grandpa was deemed a worse pirate then Alicia, even though Alicia was much slyer than grandpa. So, he changed his name from Sylvan Sill Slongo to Slyvan Sly Slongo. I told you enough background information so time to go back to the story. So I inherited treasure, and we didn’t want to lose it, so we decided to put it somewhere safe till we needed it. We figured we needed to ask King Sonkan to give us permission to put it behind one of his Sytargates. We decided that the king we would meet would have to be King Sonkan, even though more than ten thousand years have passed, since they had such advanced tech that they could make Sytargates, right?” I took a breath, then a drink, and started again, “I thought that we would have needed a peace offering, like part of grandpa’s treasure, after all, King Sonkan is known for his stubbornness and greediness. Anyway, Selvius called me the day before summer break, and said that we probably should hide it somewhere safe, since all his school knew about it and thought he would bury his share on the school ground. He said he didn’t want a treasure craze going on at his school. Imagine the chaos! So I asked and begged and cried and wailed and you know what I mean, to my parents, and they agreed after one week. Selvius had already convinced his parents, so we bought tickets to Zibya, where the Sytargate to Allaneis was supposed to be, according to my grandpa. Grandpa said that he had been to Allaneis once, fighting with Alicia. He had won most of the treasure we inherited that way.

Writing Assignment #1

If you were given one week to travel anywhere in the universe, where would you go? I was supposed to write this in a three-paragraphed narrative story fromat, but the teacher allowed me to write it in Journal/Diary format.

Snake’s Treasure

August 6th, Monday
Today I landed, finally, after ten hours of sleepless, back-hurting, un-sanitized, nauseatingly humid, did I mention un-sanitized? So, after I got off the plane, I met my partner, Kathmandu, who was carrying a sign with my name on it. ‘Welcome to the Amazon, Tracy’ it read. Next to him was a lady with tall, perfect posture who introduced herself as Ama the translater. We drove near the Amazon River, and walked a good fifteen miles along the river and made camp. Kathmandu went to find some non-poisonous berries and Ama went to find fresh water and possibly fish. Dinner was some fish Ama caught, which was some kind of trout, and I ate two of them, because they were pretty small.

August 7th, Tuesday
I should probably tell you why I came to the Amazon. I was looking for a vacationing spot to go to, and just in time, my friend, Tila called and invited me to look for the Lost Lizard’s Eye Treasure in the Amazon. I knew the Amazon to be a good vacationing spot, so I said yes. If you’re wondering why the treasure’s called the Lizard’s Eye, I have no idea. We’re going to meet Tila at Minori Temple. It’s been abandoned for a long time, Tila says. It has something to do with the Aztecs, I think. This morning we packed up and hacked about three yards into the foliage and we were already tired. Breakfast was fish. Again. Fortunately, Kathmandu remembered he had brought along a hatchet. Ama and Kathmandu both came pretty much prepared, with standard jungle explorer’s outfits. It almost looked like they came out of a storybook about the jungle!
August 8th, Wednesday
We finally reached Minori temple. Surprisingly, Tila wasn’t there. In about four minutes, we finally decided to look for footprints. Ama was scared, so I went with her to find footprints, while Kathmandu guarded the entrance in case of thieves or murderers even! I never noticed we climbed up so high, because we were being shrouded by a thick veil of mist! And then… Squelch! I shakily lifted up my right foot and there was a gooey, red substance, which was covering my foot, and it was blood! Blood was pouring out from Tila’s body that was in front of me! I lifted her up, and hastily took her to our camp. I will tell you further information about Tila.

August 9th, Thursday
Yay! Tila recovered quickly because it was only a minor snake bit and did not go that deep into her skin. Kathmandu’s guidebook identified the bite as a snake’s Tila told us she had seen the treasure. It was mostly made of ancient manuscripts and gold statues. There were also bits of Amazonite. We only caught a glimpse of it, because there was a gigantic red and orange snake that seemed to be guarding it. Suddenly, a furry thing jumped on my shoulder. I thought it was an enormous hairy tarantula! It was a monkey. I tried to teach it a trick while the others tried to figure out a way to get the snake away. So tired…

August 10th, Friday
I finally taught the monkey to fetch, which always brought the stick back slobbery, and I named him George. Then, Tila came up with a brilliant idea. “Throw the stick to the treasure,” she instructed. “Make George get the treasure instead of the stick.” It worked, but George almost got bitten! But George is very nimble.
August 12th, SundayToday is the last day I’m going to stay at the Amazon. In about a few hours I have to go to the airport. Too bat I have to leave George. He was the best monkey I ever knew, and the only one. Tila donated all the stuff to the museum, and they offered her a job as curator! I’m glad for her! I just hope the snake doesn’t find out where it is, or he’ll wreak havoc! That the treasure is the snake’s forever if he gets a hold of it.