Daily writing prompts from June 9th, 2008 to December 31st, 2022
Friday April 12th, 2019
The exercise: Write four lines of prose about: the birthday boy. It only seems fair. Happy 3rd birthday to Miles. Not sure where the last three years went, but I know there's been a lot of laughs and smiles.
Try looking down the back of the couch, that's where lots of things end up when you lose them :) Though three years is quite a bit... it may be 2022 before you re-emerge from the couch. Happy Birthday Miles, I hope they let you wear Max's skunk costume for the day :)
The birthday boy The children at WrongStart were singing Happy Birthday, slightly out of tune and slightly mournfully because the Headmaster had decided it was cheaper to buy one cake and celebrate all birthdays on the same day. Emma led them, trying hard to cheer them up, though she and the other teachers already knew that the cake had been made by the Home Economics department head, who was currently vegan and obsessed with beetroot. She thought it might be a blessing that the children would get little more than a handful of crumbs each. "Right," she said, looking around, "where's the actual birthday boy?"
Greg - hah, yeah. Actually, that's an intriguing idea for a story... losing time in a couch, going looking for it, and coming back out that amount of time later... hmm.
Ah, WrongStart. Never fails to disappoint everybody.
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Try looking down the back of the couch, that's where lots of things end up when you lose them :) Though three years is quite a bit... it may be 2022 before you re-emerge from the couch.
Happy Birthday Miles, I hope they let you wear Max's skunk costume for the day :)
The birthday boy
The children at WrongStart were singing Happy Birthday, slightly out of tune and slightly mournfully because the Headmaster had decided it was cheaper to buy one cake and celebrate all birthdays on the same day. Emma led them, trying hard to cheer them up, though she and the other teachers already knew that the cake had been made by the Home Economics department head, who was currently vegan and obsessed with beetroot. She thought it might be a blessing that the children would get little more than a handful of crumbs each.
"Right," she said, looking around, "where's the actual birthday boy?"
Greg - hah, yeah. Actually, that's an intriguing idea for a story... losing time in a couch, going looking for it, and coming back out that amount of time later... hmm.
Ah, WrongStart. Never fails to disappoint everybody.
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