Maybe these little snippets will trigger a deeper story within. Eventually I think I'm going to start making my daily trendprompts into one congruent story, using the next day's prompt as a story twist. You can use this in any way that gets you writing and thinking. Be silly, be serious.... there is no limit! Have fun with it!
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2-22-13
She licked the salt from the rim of her drink, but did not take a sip. They’d hurt her for the last time, and she wanted to remember that. (Today Is National Margarita Day)
2-23-13
Timidly, she offers her first name, and I pen a small note to her on the inner cover of my book. Together we fulfill a dream (#BeforeIDieIWanna)
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2-24-13
We moved like water, flowing around one another on the busy crosswalk. His shoulder met mine in a glancing blow. “Wait!” (#GalaxyAtWork)
2-25-13
I turned to him, annoyed. The jostling made me spill half of my latte. "I know you! Weren't you in that Hunger Games movie?" (Jennifer Lawrence)
2-26-13
I slowed. "Really? Do girls actually fall for that?"
"What? You really do look like her."
He lied, but I smiled anyway. (#thingsgirlslike)
2-27-13
A girl behind me slammed into my back, distracted by her cell phone.
"Watch it!" She cried, annoyed by my existence, I guess. (#iOnlyGetMadWhen)
2-28-13
The remainder of my latte crashed to the ground, and I nearly burst out in tears. A good cup of joe made or broke my day. (#SimpleJoysOfLife)
3-1-13
He eyed the puddle of my favorite drink and my forlorn expression. "Hey, Hunger Games--let's get you another coffee. My treat." (#WeakFor)
3-2-13
"First, a riddle." I challenged, hand on hip. "What's the first word that pops in your head when I say 'Justin Bieber'?" (#OperationMakeBieberSmile)
3-3-13
"Who's Justin Bieber?" He asked. I couldn't bring myself to ask if he was serious. He'd offered to buy me coffee, after all. (#AutomaticTurnOns)
3-4-13
He narrowed his eyes."Wait. Team Edward or Jason?"
"Jacob?" Oops. I buried my face in my hands. Way to play it cool. (#FictionalCharactersIWantToMarry)
3-5-13
"Look, I really don't care whose team you're on," he confessed. "What I really want is for you to smile again."
And it worked. (#HowToMakeMeSmile)
3-6-13
Exactly nine minutes later, we tucked into a booth with our coffees. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture. (#WhitePeopleActivities)
3-7-13
"A picture of your drink? Why?"
"Why not? It's beautiful!"
Though I'd never considered it before, he was absolutely right. (#ICanHonestlySay)
3-8-13
"So, what is it you do?" I asked, stirring my coffee.
"That's not what's important," he shrugged. "That's not what defines me." (#ICouldCareLessAbout)
3-9-13
"But to answer your question, I'm a courier." He sighed. "Not exactly a superhero like my childhood dream. Maybe someday."
(#ChildhoodConfessionNight)
3-10-13
"No way! I used to run around the house in my boots and bathing suit pretending to be Wonder Woman." I laughed, blushing.
(#MentionSomeoneCuteandBeautiful)
"I may or may not have formed my own A-Team. Remember the A-Team?" It was his turn to look embarassed. "I was Hannibal." (#A-Team)
3-13-13
"What's so wrong with being a courier? I bet you deliver good news all day. That's kind of like a superhero." I insisted.
(#BeAmazing)
3-14-13
He shrugged, "Yeah, but I also deliver awful news. Divorce papers, legal papers, all of the worst kinds of papers you can get."
(#BreakUpLines)
3-15-13
"Don't you think all of that's not always the end, but maybe the start of something better?" He squinted. "Are you a poet?"
(#NothingFeelsBetterThan)
3-16-13
Was it really that obvious? "Actually, I'm a writer. But waiting tables pays the bills, kind of."
(#3dollarsub)
3-17-13
A corner of his mouth turned upward, sending my stomach into acrobatics. "A writer? I wonder how our story turns out."
(#ifwedate)
3-18-13
What I couldn't tell him was that I used to be THAT girl, the one who wrote the end of the romance first. I killed the romance.
(#singlebecause)
3-19-13
"I'm a writer, yeah, but it doesn't mean I write about everything."
"Don't you?" He asked, peering over his coffee cup.
(#WhyDoPeopleAlwaysThink)
3-20-13
"Maybe." I teased. My phone began to chime from within my purse, plunging me back into the real world. "Crap! What time is it?"
(#10ThingsYouHateToDo)
3-21-13
"I'm sorry I made you late," he said. "But I'm not sorry you spilled your coffee. Can I call you sometime?
(#WhyISmile)
3-22-13
"No, but you can call me Kayla." He didn't laugh at my nervous attempt at humor. I looked away, hoping he'd forget my lameness.
(#TheMostAnnoyingThingsEver)
When he smiled and offered me his business card instead of pointing out my awful joke, I took it as a sign.
(#Andrew Smith .... To which, I say, "who?")
3-24-13
I stared at his card for days, anxious to call but only able to hear my mom's instruction on the propriety of women phoning men.
(#LiesIveToldMyParents)
3-25-13
On day eight, I defied my mother.
(#ConfessionNight)
3-26-13
Instead of sounding excited to hear from me, he sounded mostly asleep. It took him a minute to place me. Awkward.
(#ThoughtsInBed)
3-27-13
3-28-13
I nearly ended the call instead of waiting for him to place me. "Coffee-lover by day, hot librarian by night?" He joked.
(#WakeUpHappy)
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