Start a Story with These Friends

My last prompt for this month’s theme of romance and friendship. I love to include kid characters in my mysteries. They can say and do things that adults can’t get away with. How would you start a story with these friends. Below is my inspiration.

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My twins brothers and me hung on the fence, watching Mom’s new boyfriend kayak back to the dock.

“Hey, he can actually do something,” said Ollie. “I didn’t think he was good at anything you have to do outside.”

I licked melting popsicle. “Matt is really an inside kind of guy.”

Matt let out a yelp and tipped into the water.

“Oh, he’s bad at kayaking too.” Owen hung from the top board of the wood fence and looked through the gap.

Matt kept yelling, slapping the water as he tried to grab the kayak.

“You think he’s in trouble?” Ollie bit into his popsicle.

The yelling got louder.

I sighed. “Probably. We’d better go rescue him.”

Ollie looked worried. “Can I finish my popsicle?”

“Oh, sure.” Still licking mine, I climbed through the fence and headed down the hill, my little brothers beside me.

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Write a Scene with These Friends

Stepping into the fantasy genre, write a scene with these two friends. I like the expression on the smaller dog’s face.

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“Skip,” I said, showing my teeth to the Rottweiler that approached our car, “be friendly. We have to show him that we know he’s top dog.”

Skip stared at the huge dog that was growling deep in his throat. His busy eyebrows lowered. “I don’t think being friendly means anything to this guy, Luna.”

“Well,” I began to tremble and hated that I was, “we can’t just sit here like rabbits.”

“Of course not.”

To my horror, Skip leaped out of the car and onto the head of the Rottweiler.

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Write a Scene About These Friends

The last prompt for our month focusing on love and friendship is to write a scene about these friends. I like the look on the face of the girl on the left. Is she just irritated with her hair? Or has she spotted something? Or someone? Here’s my inspiration:

“This one’s pretty good.” I turned my phone to Harper.

Frowning, Harper pulled her hand through her hair. “I think a bug’s caught in my–” She swallowed a gasped and dropped her hand, staring up the hill from the pond where we stood on a narrow catwalk that jutted over it.

I followed her gaze.

Liam Hanson–or Liam Handsome, if you wanted to use the nickname he’d earned from the varsity cheerleading squad–stood at the top of the hill, shading his eyes as he looked into the woods that marched down to the pond on the left.

Harper spun her back to him. “I don’t think he saw me,” she whispered.

I lowered my phone. “What’s the big deal? You said you don’t have feelings for him any more. It’s been a month.”

“I don’t.” A smile flitted across her lips. “And he doesn’t either. The break-up was very mutual, very adult.” She hunched her shoulders suddenly and whispered again, “Cover for me if he comes down here.”

She slipped off the catwalk into the water that had to be freezing in April and sank low enough for her head to bob below the top of the catwalk.

So much for the very adult part.

“Oh, hey, Liv.” Liam strode down the hill.

I forced a smile, slipping my phone in my back pocket. How exactly could I cover for my best friend, who was currently imitating a bullfrog?

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Prompt for Writing about Friends

My theme this month is love and friendship, so I have a prompt for writing about friends. What’s the relationship between these two characters? I’d love to read your inspiration. Mine’s below.

Amelia rubbed my nose. “Do you want more fish?”

“No.” I swiveled on my belly to bring Amelia’s mother, my “trainer”, into view. “Tell your mom to come over here.”

She kissed my nose. “Okay …” she did her best to reproduce my name, but humans can’t possibly make the clicks sound right.

Amelia raced over to Jessica and grabbed her hand. “(squeak, click) wants to talk to you.”

She broke into a smile. “You mean Racer does?”

“Yeah.” Amelia pulled on her mother’s arm. “But that’s not his name.”

As Jessica crouched beside me, Amelia release her hand and patted my head.

“Jessica, I need you to listen to me,” I said. My voice was high-pitched but intelligible.

Jessica’s smile vanished, and she collapsed out of her crouch.

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Monday Sparks — Writing Prompts: What’s the Story?

lovew-2706241_1280So many stories have been written about cats and dogs, usually as enemies. This photo inspires a fresh perspective. So why are the cat and dog friends? Are they stranded on the frozen tundra together? Did one save the other’s life? Here’s my inspiration.

Cat: Thanks for scaring away Louie.

Dog: That’s what brothers do. Louie is just a bully. But I suppose he can’t help it since he’s a bulldog.

Cat: Do you think I look much like a cat?

Dog: Don’t listen to that dumb bulldog! Mom says your a dog, same as the rest of the litter.

Now it’s your turn. What’s the story behind the photo?

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