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Monday Sparks — Writing Prompts: On a dark, rainy night, someone is digging in a cemetery.

graveyardw-384604_1280This prompt is based on a real life incident a friend of mine told me about. Late on a summer night, in the pouring rain, my friend, her husband, and her sons drove home from a restaurant. She lives across from a cemetery. As they passed it, they noticed that someone had parked his car so the beams of the headlights fell on a grave. The person was digging.

There’s more to the story, but I don’t want to ruin your inspiration. You could use this first line for crime fiction, family drama, or speculative fiction. You could even use it for a humorous story. Let me hear where your imagination takes you!

On a dark, rainy night, a man digs in a cemetery and …

Monday Sparks — Writing Prompts for Speculative Fiction

fantasyw-2704453_1280For my last prompt of the month, I chose this picture. I like the contrast between the girl who is dressed in clothes from our time and the setting, which looks futuristic. I also like the hazy sunset. It seems appropriate for a story set in July or August. How would you write this scene from the girl’s POV? Here’s mine:

“A whisper of a breeze signaled the coming of night. As the police jets patrolled the city, the broiling sun slid to the horizon. In fifteen minutes, I’d be free. At least for a few hours, sneaking into the cracks and crevices in this city where the patrols either didn’t know about or didn’t go and no cameras watched. I checked my phone. Time to go. I got up and walked over to the street lamp. I wrenched aside a loose metal panel and set my phone inside. Now I was invisible in the city. I went to the door and ran down the steps.”

Monday Sparks — Writing Prompt for Speculative Fiction

travelw-3126602_1280Using as many senses as you can, how would describe this scene? Here’s mine:

“The mist crawled in and chilled me, even though I was wearing a jacket. The wind sighed over the treeless hills. That was the only sound except for an occasional creak from an overturned vehicle. The faint scent of gasoline mixed with the stagnant smell of still water from the half-frozen ponds lining the road.

“Behind the hill to my right, a shape stood dark against the fog. My heard revved, but I stopped. I pressed my lips together, swallowing hard, then called out with as much confidence as I could gather to keep my voice from shaking. “Dad?”

Monday Sparks — Writing Prompts for Speculative Fiction

fantasyw-2861107_1280In July, I will be focusing on speculative fiction. All the sparks for this month will be ways to ignite your sci fi and fantasy stories.

If the picture above was the opening scene of a story, how would you finish the opening lines?

Here’s mine:

“As I stood on the edge of the cliff, I stared at the wormhole that had appeared, then glanced down at my computer. I hadn’t typed in the common for wormhole. I wanted a portal. I raised my hand to throw down the computer. Piece of junk!”

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