Writer's Digest Prompts

This is a geat site for budding writers or those who have the all encompassing writers' block. I've posted two entries under Emerald Gypsy and I can't wait to do more.....

Here's the poem I wrote for one of the prompts: You had to write a 20 line poem about your favorite article of clothing (hat, shoes, t-shirt, etc.). Do I REALLY need to tell you what my first poem was about? Didn't think so....here it is:

Oh little scraps of
cloth, leather, twine
to you I owe my most
heartfelt whine!

You dazzle and tempt me
with a window's stare
the color and shape
such a marvelous pair.

The dream of you
upon my feet
my heart starts racing
I make the leap.

Into the store
with "I'll try those on"
a flash in the mirror
seals the con.

As I strut my stuff
in an "all night long"
my feet complain
"You've done me wrong!"



And the other prompt was this: You wake up to the sizzling smell of French Toast coming from your neighbor's house. The problem is that the two of you are not on speaking terms. How do you get the French Toast?
Here's my rendition:



Living in France and unable to speak the language fluently has its drawbacks--or so I thought.
I was there on assignment and had just finished unpacking thru the wee hours of the night figuring an early morning start would give me time to acclimate to a new and exciting world I knew little about.
My first inclination of this assignment being different from the others was the intoxicating smell emanating from the kitchen window next door to me. Instead of the drab fare of bagels and cream cheese I was used to eating on the run this was an honest to God, authentic, mouth-watering, get your butt up and go get some--French Toast!!
There was only one problem--We, my new neighbor and I, had never met and I didn't speak enough French to even fathom an introduction. There comes a time however, when you throw caution to the wind and in this case the smell of that French Toast was about to send mine into a tornado!
Following a quick scrub-up, brush through my hair and the resolve to go forward I went purposely through my front door and knocked on my neighbors. The door was answered by an OMG hunk of mankind with six-pack abs dressed in jeans.
Working laboriously not to stare and using the little French I knew to try and introduce myself I caught his look of total surprise. Thinking it was my horrible use of language I stuttered but was caught short by his finger pointing back at me and his attempt at English saying "You,…okay?"
I looked down at myself only to discover to my complete horror that I was still dressed in my skimpy nightgown!!
I ran back to my apartment and slammed the door. What was I thinking? That was just it, I wasn't. My brain had been hell-bent on procuring some wonderful smelling French Toast only to have the hopes utterly dashed by my lack of attention to details.
Great. I'd not only embarrased myself for the eternity of my stay, I still had the gut-gnawing hunger for French Toast--HIS French Toast.
Humiliated, I went to my room and finally got dressed to meet the world. Just as I was coming out and wandering into my own kitchen for a dismal breakfast of cereal there came a knock on my door.
To my surprise it was Mr. gorgeous with a heaping plate of French Toast. He nodded toward my balcony table and smiled.
To date it was the best assignment I'd had and the outcome was an unexpected wedding five months later. The reception was held as an early morning breakfast event. Main course-French Toast!

Not too bad for some unblocking techniques.....My great novel might garner some momentum for the ones who want me to write one on my life's ventures--we'll see.