The exercise:
Write about something that happened: at the movies.
Showing posts with label Movie Prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Movie Prompt. Show all posts
Thursday July 6th, 2017
The exercise:
Write something which takes place on: the movie set.
Took a family trip to Penticton this morning for a couple appointments and to get some groceries. Managed to get back home before the heat reached excessive levels.
This afternoon those excessive levels were reached, so I turned on the sprinklers in the yard and hung out in the shade of the walnut tree with the boys. Miles loves playing in the water and it's a great way to keep us all cool.
Back to town work tomorrow. Going to be hooooooot.
Mine:
"Quiet on the set!"
"What's the old fart yelling about then?"
"Who knows. He's always shouting about something though, isn't he?"
"Right? I don't know how he expects to make any friends here with a disposition like that."
"Probably just needs to relax, hey? Is your nephew still going to school to become a masseuse? You should give him a call, see if he can swing by and work some stress balls out of this guy's shoulders."
"I said quiet on the set!"
"There he goes again. Can you make out what he's upset about?"
"Oh, no. The battery on my hearing aid died on me last week and I haven't had a chance to replace it yet. You?"
"No. But I'm sure if it's important he'll come over here and tell us to our faces. You know, instead of raising his voice like an overtired toddler."
"Oh goodness, you're quite right. Do you remember when Kevin threw that tantrum in the grocery store when he was two?"
"How could I forget? They still won't let me shop in that place. Talk about holding a grudge!"
"Quiet!"
Write something which takes place on: the movie set.
Took a family trip to Penticton this morning for a couple appointments and to get some groceries. Managed to get back home before the heat reached excessive levels.
This afternoon those excessive levels were reached, so I turned on the sprinklers in the yard and hung out in the shade of the walnut tree with the boys. Miles loves playing in the water and it's a great way to keep us all cool.
Back to town work tomorrow. Going to be hooooooot.
Mine:
"Quiet on the set!"
"What's the old fart yelling about then?"
"Who knows. He's always shouting about something though, isn't he?"
"Right? I don't know how he expects to make any friends here with a disposition like that."
"Probably just needs to relax, hey? Is your nephew still going to school to become a masseuse? You should give him a call, see if he can swing by and work some stress balls out of this guy's shoulders."
"I said quiet on the set!"
"There he goes again. Can you make out what he's upset about?"
"Oh, no. The battery on my hearing aid died on me last week and I haven't had a chance to replace it yet. You?"
"No. But I'm sure if it's important he'll come over here and tell us to our faces. You know, instead of raising his voice like an overtired toddler."
"Oh goodness, you're quite right. Do you remember when Kevin threw that tantrum in the grocery store when he was two?"
"How could I forget? They still won't let me shop in that place. Talk about holding a grudge!"
"Quiet!"
Wednesday September 7th, 2016
The exercise:
It's time to bring the movie prompt back around for another go. So select a movie title - let's say something released this year - and use it as the inspiration for your writing today.
The bakery is definitely back to pre-summer levels of patronage now. When it's this quiet on a Wednesday, you know the tourists have left town. Most of them, at any rate.
With that said, the bakers have reduced production to the point that when I left at noon there were only a few loaves on the shelves, along with some focaccia, butter tarts, and cinnamon buns in the display case. I'm sure they still sold out early when all was said and done.
I'm curious to see what tomorrow will be like.
Mine:
The Jungle Book
Welcome to the jungle. So pleased to see you've made it this far. Many others have come before you, seeking my wisdom, and failed. Some quite spectacularly.
How do I know this? Concern yourself not with such matters. You have much more pressing worries. Like that tiger behind you, approaching at full speed.
Ah, well done! I thought that would be the end of you for sure. As a reward, go ahead and turn to my next page.
You have come seeking the lost treasure of Bazhul. Of course you are shaking your head no. But let us be honest for a moment, shall we? Excellent.
There is no other reason for you to be here.
I am happy to be your guide for as long as you are able to carry me with you. If you are breathing and willing to continue, I will assist in your quest. But know two things. First: I have no loyalty. I do not care if you succeed or fail. I do not care if you are the one to find the lost treasure or if that honor belongs to another.
Which brings me to the second thing you should know: there are others. Many of them. Most of them are willing to do anything to get their hands on me. I hope, for your sake, that you are equally willing to do anything to keep me in your possession.
For if you do not... our time together will be brief.
But for now? I suggest that you take two steps to your right. There, you see? I just helped you dodge those poison darts. You're welcome!
Oh, you should probably start running now. Come on, off we go!
It's time to bring the movie prompt back around for another go. So select a movie title - let's say something released this year - and use it as the inspiration for your writing today.
The bakery is definitely back to pre-summer levels of patronage now. When it's this quiet on a Wednesday, you know the tourists have left town. Most of them, at any rate.
With that said, the bakers have reduced production to the point that when I left at noon there were only a few loaves on the shelves, along with some focaccia, butter tarts, and cinnamon buns in the display case. I'm sure they still sold out early when all was said and done.
I'm curious to see what tomorrow will be like.
Mine:
The Jungle Book
Welcome to the jungle. So pleased to see you've made it this far. Many others have come before you, seeking my wisdom, and failed. Some quite spectacularly.
How do I know this? Concern yourself not with such matters. You have much more pressing worries. Like that tiger behind you, approaching at full speed.
Ah, well done! I thought that would be the end of you for sure. As a reward, go ahead and turn to my next page.
You have come seeking the lost treasure of Bazhul. Of course you are shaking your head no. But let us be honest for a moment, shall we? Excellent.
There is no other reason for you to be here.
I am happy to be your guide for as long as you are able to carry me with you. If you are breathing and willing to continue, I will assist in your quest. But know two things. First: I have no loyalty. I do not care if you succeed or fail. I do not care if you are the one to find the lost treasure or if that honor belongs to another.
Which brings me to the second thing you should know: there are others. Many of them. Most of them are willing to do anything to get their hands on me. I hope, for your sake, that you are equally willing to do anything to keep me in your possession.
For if you do not... our time together will be brief.
But for now? I suggest that you take two steps to your right. There, you see? I just helped you dodge those poison darts. You're welcome!
Oh, you should probably start running now. Come on, off we go!
Wednesday May 11th, 2016
The exercise:
Haven't done the Movie Prompt in a while. This time around, our inspiration will be provided by the title of one of the movies that ended up being one of the top twenty-five grossing films in 2012. Why that year? I think there are some good prompt titles in there. Plus it was the year Max was born.
Had a short shift at the bakery this morning, as things were pretty slow and a new girl was doing her first full day shift. Once I finished the dishes there really wasn't much for me to do so my boss sent me home at 10:30. Hopefully tomorrow is a little busier and I can collect a few more hours for my next paycheque.
This afternoon I potted up our pepper plants and started weeding out the blackberries. It's definitely tiring to do both the bakery and the farm on the same day, but I'm finding ways to get it done.
Mine:
Skyfall
Chicken Little says the sky is
Falling.
That crazy fool sets my skin to
Crawling.
All them clouds ain't coming
Down.
I'm going to run him out of
Town!
They going to have to call the
Cops
When I get my... did I just feel a
Drop?
Everybody quit your damned
Stalling!
Run, run, cuz the sky is
Falling!
Haven't done the Movie Prompt in a while. This time around, our inspiration will be provided by the title of one of the movies that ended up being one of the top twenty-five grossing films in 2012. Why that year? I think there are some good prompt titles in there. Plus it was the year Max was born.
Had a short shift at the bakery this morning, as things were pretty slow and a new girl was doing her first full day shift. Once I finished the dishes there really wasn't much for me to do so my boss sent me home at 10:30. Hopefully tomorrow is a little busier and I can collect a few more hours for my next paycheque.
This afternoon I potted up our pepper plants and started weeding out the blackberries. It's definitely tiring to do both the bakery and the farm on the same day, but I'm finding ways to get it done.
Mine:
Skyfall
Chicken Little says the sky is
Falling.
That crazy fool sets my skin to
Crawling.
All them clouds ain't coming
Down.
I'm going to run him out of
Town!
They going to have to call the
Cops
When I get my... did I just feel a
Drop?
Everybody quit your damned
Stalling!
Run, run, cuz the sky is
Falling!
Monday November 9th, 2015
The exercise:
Use the title of a movie, selected as randomly as you wish, as the inspiration for your writing today.
I finally got around to taking apart Max's crib today and stored it in the basement for future use with his younger sibling. It's been taking up space in our bedroom for far too long but I somehow managed to keep putting it off.
Max actually ended up helping me with it. Like, really helping. I got him to unscrew several bolts with an Allen key while I held on and made sure the sides didn't topple over. It was a bit of an odd feeling. Definitely nice though.
That kid loves his tools, that's for sure.
Anyway. Preparations for the arrival of baby number two continue to come along slowly. Which is okay, because we do have another five months still.
Mine:
How To Train Your Dragon
Very carefully.
What? You want more? Why?
You paid how much for this book?
Okay, okay. Though you should know up front that there is no chance whatsoever that you're going to get your money's worth from what follows. But, considering the subject matter, I'm also going to assume that you don't care too much about that.
All right, all right. Let's get to it, shall we?
First of all, you should always - and I do mean always - have other food sources within arm's reach. Dragons get hungry. Often. And when the urge to eat strikes, they strike quickly. So if your dragon starts looking at you with that special gleam in his or her eyes... toss them some meat.
Second of all, what the hell are you thinking? Trying to train a bloody dragon? Do you want to die?
Sorry. But it had to be said. Now let us move on.
Third of all... all training should take place far from your home. In fact, the dragon should never see where you live. Trust me. If anything goes wrong during training - but not so wrong that you don't survive - you will not want that dragon knowing where you live.
Though I suppose he or she wouldn't take all that long to find it anyway. Dragons are mighty fine hunters after all...
Use the title of a movie, selected as randomly as you wish, as the inspiration for your writing today.
I finally got around to taking apart Max's crib today and stored it in the basement for future use with his younger sibling. It's been taking up space in our bedroom for far too long but I somehow managed to keep putting it off.
Max actually ended up helping me with it. Like, really helping. I got him to unscrew several bolts with an Allen key while I held on and made sure the sides didn't topple over. It was a bit of an odd feeling. Definitely nice though.
That kid loves his tools, that's for sure.
Anyway. Preparations for the arrival of baby number two continue to come along slowly. Which is okay, because we do have another five months still.
Mine:
How To Train Your Dragon
Very carefully.
What? You want more? Why?
You paid how much for this book?
Okay, okay. Though you should know up front that there is no chance whatsoever that you're going to get your money's worth from what follows. But, considering the subject matter, I'm also going to assume that you don't care too much about that.
All right, all right. Let's get to it, shall we?
First of all, you should always - and I do mean always - have other food sources within arm's reach. Dragons get hungry. Often. And when the urge to eat strikes, they strike quickly. So if your dragon starts looking at you with that special gleam in his or her eyes... toss them some meat.
Second of all, what the hell are you thinking? Trying to train a bloody dragon? Do you want to die?
Sorry. But it had to be said. Now let us move on.
Third of all... all training should take place far from your home. In fact, the dragon should never see where you live. Trust me. If anything goes wrong during training - but not so wrong that you don't survive - you will not want that dragon knowing where you live.
Though I suppose he or she wouldn't take all that long to find it anyway. Dragons are mighty fine hunters after all...
Sunday August 16th, 2015
The exercise:
Hmm, haven't done this one in a long time: use the title of a movie as the inspiration for your writing.
Quiet day off around here. The fires in the hills to the west of town are still burning, but at least for most of the day the breeze was blowing the smoke away from us. It changed direction this evening and it's getting pretty smokey out there now.
I should maybe get to sleep at a reasonable time for once, so I'll get to that writing thing.
Edit: or I could just fall asleep on the couch again. Sigh.
Mine:
The Other Guys
Do you know what it's like, living life on the outskirts of everything? How small you feel? How unimportant? Can you imagine always being on the outside looking in? Never fully a part of things. Never fully welcome.
Well, me and Chuck could tell you a thing or two about it.
We called ourselves the other guys. We heard it often enough from other people that we decided to own the label. Not that it was ever said directly to our faces or anything like that. We just overheard it, as people who live on the perimeter of life often do.
"Who are those other guys in that picture?"
Me and Chuck, that's who.
"Who were those other guys with you when Mr. Dylan was talking to you after class today?"
Us. Always us.
It gets tiresome, let me tell you. Even for someone, such as myself, who has no interest in the spotlight. Always watching and listening as others get the praise and credit. Hell, even the blame. Sounds strange, I know, but there were days that I would have been thrilled to be accused of something - whether I did it or not!
I began craving recognition. Chuck and I never talked about it, but I think he did too. I could see it in the way he carried himself, the way he glared at people who would never, ever be called the other guys. Enough was enough, you know?
So I decided to do something that they couldn't possibly ignore.
Hmm, haven't done this one in a long time: use the title of a movie as the inspiration for your writing.
Quiet day off around here. The fires in the hills to the west of town are still burning, but at least for most of the day the breeze was blowing the smoke away from us. It changed direction this evening and it's getting pretty smokey out there now.
I should maybe get to sleep at a reasonable time for once, so I'll get to that writing thing.
Edit: or I could just fall asleep on the couch again. Sigh.
Mine:
The Other Guys
Do you know what it's like, living life on the outskirts of everything? How small you feel? How unimportant? Can you imagine always being on the outside looking in? Never fully a part of things. Never fully welcome.
Well, me and Chuck could tell you a thing or two about it.
We called ourselves the other guys. We heard it often enough from other people that we decided to own the label. Not that it was ever said directly to our faces or anything like that. We just overheard it, as people who live on the perimeter of life often do.
"Who are those other guys in that picture?"
Me and Chuck, that's who.
"Who were those other guys with you when Mr. Dylan was talking to you after class today?"
Us. Always us.
It gets tiresome, let me tell you. Even for someone, such as myself, who has no interest in the spotlight. Always watching and listening as others get the praise and credit. Hell, even the blame. Sounds strange, I know, but there were days that I would have been thrilled to be accused of something - whether I did it or not!
I began craving recognition. Chuck and I never talked about it, but I think he did too. I could see it in the way he carried himself, the way he glared at people who would never, ever be called the other guys. Enough was enough, you know?
So I decided to do something that they couldn't possibly ignore.
Sunday July 31st, 2011
The exercise:
Let us write about: home movies.
Spent a relaxing day with my parents after seeing Kat off this morning. She's heading up north with her mother to help with the preparations for her brother's wedding. I'll be flying up on Friday with Kat's dad and then we'll all drive back together after the celebrations.
I'll be spending most of tomorrow with the weeds in the garden. I suspect they will not appreciate my presence.
Mine:
"Katie, where's your sister?" Their father looked up from the instruction manual for the video camera long enough to fix his youngest daughter with a stern glare. "I thought I told both of you to be ready for exactly one o'clock."
"Well at least I'm ready," Katie replied, hands on hips.
"And your sister?"
"She's refusing to come out of her trailer until someone does her makeup."
"And where, exactly, is her trailer?" He knew he shouldn't have asked but they were running behind schedule and he needed to find his other daughter fast. Katie gave him an unreadable look before pointing solemnly at the doghouse in the backyard.
Monday April 25th, 2011
The exercise:
I think we'll give the movie prompt another go today. So pick a movie from AFI's original top 100 movies list and use its title as your inspiration. Your writing should have as little to do with the actual movie as possible.
We got part of the fence up today, but ran into a few delays so we didn't finish. Plus we finally got started on the raised bed we want to setup behind our house for our own vegetables, so that took some time too.
Tomorrow is a day off. I am looking forward to it.
Mine:
#54 - All Quiet on the Western Front
The sun sinks into a silent sea,
Leaving me to contemplate the night;
No song birds to keep me company -
Even the sand flies don't buzz or bite.
I can almost hear the stars above
As they manifest in the black sky.
Unbidden come thoughts of my lost love -
My ears prick, listening for her cry.
But they find no success in their hunt,
For it's all quiet on this western front.
No song birds to keep me company -
Even the sand flies don't buzz or bite.
I can almost hear the stars above
As they manifest in the black sky.
Unbidden come thoughts of my lost love -
My ears prick, listening for her cry.
But they find no success in their hunt,
For it's all quiet on this western front.
Sunday January 31st, 2010
The exercise:
The final two days of January have been quite relaxing. I think this is the least writing I've done in months.
Kat and I finally got around to seeing Avatar last night. I enjoyed it and find it very interesting that a movie that is so blatantly anti-military and pro-nature is breaking the all time box office record.
Even if most people leave it thinking 'that was sure pretty.'
Anyway. Your exercise today is to use the title of the last movie you watched as the topic of your poetry or prose. The title, not the movie itself. Unless you really want to. It's not like I'm going to stop you if you do!
Mine:
Avatar
Oh baby I really have to say
Your game character is super hot.
So that must mean that you are too
Right?
I mean just because my guy is ripped
While I'm shaped like a barrel of lard,
Doesn't put things in a different
Light.
So hell yeah let's meet up in real life!
We'll go for a walk in the park
And then I'll sing you your favorite
Song.
But until then I'll do as you command;
I'll slay dragons and help with your quests,
And never ever think that something's
Wrong
Sunday December 6th, 2009
The exercise:
So around four o'clock yesterday afternoon I got up to take a break from writing and realized that I wasn't in any pain. Seeing as I haven't taken any painkillers since Thursday night, this was a rather exciting development.
There's still some swelling, and I can't really open my jaw all the way, but just sitting around there's no aching anymore. Today is also exciting because I get to start putting heat on my cheeks.
Anyway. Recovery is going better than expected. And your prompt today is: a night at the movies.
Mine:
As I watched the previews play
So many spoilers were on display
I glanced at my ticket and thought,
How many movies had I bought?
Because now that I knew
The villain is the man in blue,
And the city survived the attack,
Why should I ever come back?
So around four o'clock yesterday afternoon I got up to take a break from writing and realized that I wasn't in any pain. Seeing as I haven't taken any painkillers since Thursday night, this was a rather exciting development.
There's still some swelling, and I can't really open my jaw all the way, but just sitting around there's no aching anymore. Today is also exciting because I get to start putting heat on my cheeks.
Anyway. Recovery is going better than expected. And your prompt today is: a night at the movies.
Mine:
As I watched the previews play
So many spoilers were on display
I glanced at my ticket and thought,
How many movies had I bought?
Because now that I knew
The villain is the man in blue,
And the city survived the attack,
Why should I ever come back?
Sunday March 15th, 2009
The exercise:
Today's starter is: the movies lie.
My take was inspired by the continuing gun violence in the Vancouver area.
Mine:
So many shootings but so many survive -
The movies are full of lies;
On the big screen you get shot, you die!
Except for the heroes, they usually survive,
As well as the occasional bad guy.
But there ain't no heroes here,
No criminal masterminds are near,
Just a bunch of lowlife's spreading fear.
But they keep catching bullets and walking away,
Just so they can keep up their idiotic gunplay.
Is it wrong for me to be filled with dismay
When I hear they'll make a full recovery?
Hey, I can't help it if I feel that way.
But let me make one thing clear:
When they die I don't cheer...
But I certainly don't shed a single tear.
Today's starter is: the movies lie.
My take was inspired by the continuing gun violence in the Vancouver area.
Mine:
So many shootings but so many survive -
The movies are full of lies;
On the big screen you get shot, you die!
Except for the heroes, they usually survive,
As well as the occasional bad guy.
But there ain't no heroes here,
No criminal masterminds are near,
Just a bunch of lowlife's spreading fear.
But they keep catching bullets and walking away,
Just so they can keep up their idiotic gunplay.
Is it wrong for me to be filled with dismay
When I hear they'll make a full recovery?
Hey, I can't help it if I feel that way.
But let me make one thing clear:
When they die I don't cheer...
But I certainly don't shed a single tear.
Tuesday August 12th, 2008
The exercise:
Use a movie title as your starter - I used the first movie on our video/DVD shelf that caught my eye.
Mine:
"Almost Famous"
She could have had it all - the fame, the screaming fans, more money than she could have ever spent. It was all so close, she could have almost reached out and brushed her fingertips against it... but it was snatched away.
Ripped from her a future of comfort, of luxury, a future filled with appreciation of her hard work and God-given talent. Robbed of her dream when it was closer than it had ever been.
But the part she was born for was given to another and she could take no more. Sitting in her apartment with only a single chair, a rusted metal dinner table and an empty fridge for company the tears come and they won't stop. She cries until her eyes run dry, the memory of that crucial moment cuts as deep today as it did when those words first came down the telephone line five long years ago.
No more, she can take no more. It ends tonight.
Use a movie title as your starter - I used the first movie on our video/DVD shelf that caught my eye.
Mine:
"Almost Famous"
She could have had it all - the fame, the screaming fans, more money than she could have ever spent. It was all so close, she could have almost reached out and brushed her fingertips against it... but it was snatched away.
Ripped from her a future of comfort, of luxury, a future filled with appreciation of her hard work and God-given talent. Robbed of her dream when it was closer than it had ever been.
But the part she was born for was given to another and she could take no more. Sitting in her apartment with only a single chair, a rusted metal dinner table and an empty fridge for company the tears come and they won't stop. She cries until her eyes run dry, the memory of that crucial moment cuts as deep today as it did when those words first came down the telephone line five long years ago.
No more, she can take no more. It ends tonight.
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