April Writing Prompts

1. new beginnings

2. so cold

3. punk rocker

4. first love

5. swing set

6. haunted

7. odd jobs

8. cooking

9. a promise

10. culture shock

11. don’t waste your time

12. game console

13. a stack of boxes

14. __________ changed everything

15. temptations

16. suburban sprawl

17. a portrait

18. science

19. it is elegant

20. a house in the country

21. a law student

22. sick in bed

23. garden spirit

24. privacy

25. cantankerous old __________

26. jewelery

27. more than expected

28. at the top

29. child of mine

30. rabid dog

March Writing Prompts

1. candle

2. in a catalog

3. tie-dye

4. neighbors

5. cold day

6. favorite

7. tea cup

8. royalty

9. rumormongers

10. a gourmet chef

11. rigid beliefs

12. absolute discord

13. it occurred to me…

14. childless

15. goodness

16. direct opposites

17. rooster

18. essence

19. a collection

20. rapid breakdown

21. silence

22. take a chance

23. stubborn old mule

24. eyes of blue

25. picking oneself up

26. an artist

27. listen to the song

28. simple thoughts

29. rebellion

30. candy apple red

31. chatter

February Writing Prompts

1. find the solution

2. it is red

3. something you heard your friend say

4. trained to do it

5. an issue you care about

6. country field

7. take it away

8. it’s gigantic

9. very subtle

10. dreaming again

11. that’s the plan

12. a great man

13. do not tell

14. a gray coat

15. revenge

16. digging for treasure

17. dancing

18. play a game

19. apple tree

20. good medicine

21. impossible

22. intense clarity

23. a bird cage

24. say it again

25. can’t be sure

26. ribbons

27. human spirit

28. renaissance woman

29. extra spice

January Writing Prompts

1. suitably warm

2. candy apple red

3. I didn’t go there

4. why didn’t it happen to me?

5. shreds of doubt

6. can’t be

7. where will it be found?

8. three reasons

9. chance

10. essence of __________

11. black horse

12. heartstrings

13. another day

14. the color yellow

15. eyes that can’t see

16. renovate

17. chocolate

18. wild child

19. driving north

20. China

21. it’s time to __________

22. don’t laugh

23. rosemary

24. something new

25. pyramid

26. __________ at night

27. many pages

28. floating

29. wood

30. something witnessed

31. on a hill

December Writing Prompts

1. prancing ponies

2. a yellow cloth

3. time to __________

4. no remorse

5. file folder

6. moving away

7. a cave

8. taking chances

9. ice cream

10. on an island

11. no organization

12. food

13. compassion

14. lost again

15. he walked by

16. in the shed

17. envelope

18. an open magazine

19. stacks

20. a small notebook

21. timer

22. don’t go there

23. aquarium

24. surprises

25. community

26. aftermath

27. raindrops

28. to be free

29. strange children

30. what you see

31. being bold

NaNoWriMo: Snowfall (Excerpt)

Malinda’s eyes widened and she found her mouth suddenly dry. It took her a moment to find her voice, and when she did at last speak it was hesitant. “Bastet,” she said, as though not sure it was possible. An Egyptian goddess incarnate, standing in her living room?

“Indeed so, Malinda Rae. Do you not offer homage to me?” asked the goddess incarnate standing before the fire still. “Do you not ask my blessings upon the fullness of the moon?”

The witch was still at a loss for words. Esmerelda broke the silence with a plaintive meow which caused Malinda to giggle. “I’m sorry. I’m just not very used to goddesses appearing in my home,” she said finally.

Bastet nodded, her slitted eyes betraying a kind spirit. “I know, though I suspect you will need to get used to it rather swiftly, my dear. That child who Osiris claimed on your steps left you with a charge, and I fear you accepted it.”

NaNoWriMo: Snowfall (Excerpt)

“Well don’t look at me. I didn’t take it in. I left it out there with him when I called nine-one-one.” Malinda frowned thoughtfully. She had left it, right? Esmerelda just sat there with that very haughty feline manner, and it drew Malinda to reach for the canvas bag. “I suppose I should see if there’s anything useful in it,” she said as she started to fiddle with the clasps.

“I wouldn’t do that unless you’re absolutely sure you know what you’re getting yourself into.”

Malinda let out a startled cry, dropping the bag onto the floor and looking around her living room when she heard the voice. It was feminine, whispery and faint, like it was being heard above a strong wind, half carried away by it. “Who, who’s there?” she asked, her voice suddenly a bit worried.