Today’s prompt: “A never-ending breakup”
Autoimmune diseases are sort of like your body breaking up with itself. A continuous breakup on the cellular level. White blood cells that once kept your other cells safe now go on the attack against them.
Breakup. Breakdown? Tearing cellular walls asunder. War on a microscopic level.
Giant cell myocarditis, huh? Man, I didn’t know that was even a thing.
Today’s prompt: “The point of view of a blind person”
I’m sure watching your death would have been frightening, but only being able to hear your screams, the earth-shaking footsteps running toward you, the rending of your sinews, the gigantic jaws of gigantic monsters crunching your bones, and the dripping of your viscera – now that was truly horrifying.
Today’s prompt: “The kleptomaniac”
Things she just couldn’t help stealing:
The last bag of long-grain rice at the grocery store
Two small dogs
The “road narrows” sign on a two-lane highway
A pink pageboy wig (I’m not sure where she got it from)
Your ventilator
Today’s prompt: “A day in the life of the person sitting next to you”
It started out as a pretty normal day for Sam Fisher. He got up, put on his gym clothes, hit the treadmill, showered, put on his suit, took the bus in, ordered a bacon and egg sandwich and a black coffee from his favorite deli, and went to work. He answered emails, went to meetings, worked on next week’s sales presentation. He eyed the burger on the lunch menu, but ordered the Cobb salad instead. He chatted with prospective clients. He sat on the bench to await his bus ride home.
Where his day got weird was when the person sitting next to him on the bench spontaneously combusted.
Today’s prompt: “The perfect crime – and what could go wrong”
You’re lowering yourself with a winch and harness combo through the skylight toward a glass case displaying a diamond the size of your fist, when the metal ring attaching your harness to the rope, not designed to hold more than 50 pounds of weight, stretches open. You plummet toward the case, which shatters when you hit it, and die instantly when a shard impales your heart.
That’s what you get for acquiring your equipment at Dick’s Budget Harness Rentals ‘N’ More.
Today’s prompt: “What you really wanted to say to the customer service representative when you called about your broken appliance”
“I don’t fucking care about what’s in the warranty coverage,” you say. “There’s no reason for a dark, cloudy, betentacled mass to come out of my toaster.”
Today’s prompt: “Write a scene in which the protagonist is wrongly accused of conspiring to cause a big accident.”
I swear to God, I did not see you in front of that threshing machine.