Scrappy Scribers

A reminder of last week's prompt... " You walk out your front door in the morning and find one shoe on the doorstep. The next day you find another completely different shoe. This goes on for a week until finally on the eighth day you find something else entirely."  Anonymous Taking A Stand By Murph “ For seven days in a row a small shoe had appeared on the woman’s porch; would there be an eighth? She opened her front door and was completely surprised; the porch was empty, no shoe. As she contemplated the scene she heard, or rather sensed, a presence communicating to her, “Look over her to the left.”, it communed. What she saw on her left was an octopus with one shoe on. It was staring at her and asking whether she kept the seven shoes she’d found. “How can I be communicating with an octopus?”, she thought while at the same time thinking, “Yes, I have the shoes.” “We’re using telepathy”, the creature responded, “and I need the shoes back.

Good afternoon- Quick note; I will not be posting the 'mystery shoe' essays until Sunday evening. I am off on a hockey tournament with my grandson and will not be able to compile all the essays in time. If you were unable to complete your essay last week, you now have an additional two days!! The prompt for Week 3 is as follows: Your are renovating an old house near the coast of Maine which will be used as a vacation home. While pulling up some old floor boards you find an unopened linen envelope sealed with a wax crest. You feel the outline of a skeleton key inside the envelope. Anonymous Happy writing!! Susan

Writing Prompt for the week of 3/8/2019 You walk out your front door in the morning and find one shoe on the doorstep. The next day you find another completely different shoe. This goes on for a week until finally on the eighth day you find something else entirely." Anonymous Okay, there it is. Write about a 500-word essay using this as a prompt.  Send to noel56@aol.com using "Writing Prompt for Week of 3/8" in the subject line by Friday morning, 3/15/2019.  All essays will be posted on Friday evening. Get those creative juices flowing!! Susan

A reminder of last week's prompt... "Waking up in a strange room was not something that he expected."  JournalBuddies.com   The Dream Is Real   by Maggie Mae Beep……beep……beep……beep…….Why don’t they shut off that damn alarm. I’m having an interesting dream and I am not ready to wake up. I would really like to see how this dream ends. It’s entertaining, exciting and I’m the star! Beep……beep…...beep......beep. Any chance of continued sleep was useless. Sam opened his eyes, looked around, and realized, “Jesus, I’m the one that’s beeping! And, I’m wired! What the hell?” “Ah, you’re awake finally. How are you feeling?” “I don’t know. Where am I? Who are you? Why am I beeping? What are all these wires attached to me?” “I am Dr. Grant, and you had quite an accident. You’re in Park City Hospital”. “I don’t remember having any accident. “Do you remember your name and how old you are?” “My name is Sam, Sam Spade. No, no, that’s not right.

Writing Prompt for the week of 3/1/2019 "Waking up in a strange room was not something that he expected." JournalBuddies.com Okay, there it is. Write about a 500-word essay using this as a prompt. Send to noel56@aol.com using "Writing Prompt for Week of 3/1" in the subject line. All essays will be posted on Friday, 3/8. Get those creative juices flowing!! Susan

A few years ago I started what I hoped to be an online writing group. I had just returned from a Travel Writer's and Photography Conference in San Francisco and was chock full of ideas. After much angst about what I should call the group, I settled upon "Scrappy Scribers".  The concept was this; once per week I would email a writing prompt to whomever was interested, this person would  write about 500 words based on the prompt and then send me their completed essay. At the end of the week, all essays received would be compiled into one document and emailed to the group.  Each person was allowed to select a pen name and write under that name if they chose. This was not required. Some folks are shy about others reading their work so I thought this would take that fear away and they could then write to their heart's content.  It was an on-again, off-again experience. Writers came and writers went.After a couple of failed attempts at building a group, I stop