February 3, 2012

Don't you just love it when you're running late, so you dash to your car, throw the key in the ignition, and ding, your gas chimes? -FRIDAY PROMPT

                                    Yay, it's that time again.  So here is your prompt.
Don't you just love it when you're running late, so you dash to your car, throw the key in the ignition, and ding, your gas light chimes?   --Is your first sentence, now you take it from there.  You can write a paragraph or two and make it into whatever scene you'd like. The only rule is....You have to write the first sentence- word for word how I start you out.  I will not critique anyone's post, this is for fun, but please feel free to throw around some praise to your fellow writers.  Tomorrow I will announce the winner and present them with this lovely award.

Have fun, and be original : )  Oh and if you haven't already been, stop by Cassie's blog and check out my interview later today.  My first interview, ever!  Thanks for playing.

~Amber~

14 comments:

Steve Finnell said...
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Jack said...

Hey, Amber! I'm a new follower to your blog from Cassie's interview of you: Phenomenal! Anyway, here is my entry :)

Don't you just love it when you're running late, so you dash to your car, throw the key in the ignition, and ding, your gas light chimes? It feels like the whole world collapsed on itself. So, I leave my bag in the car, run to the backyard shed, grab the canister of gas I use to fill up the lawnmower and that too had a drop of the petrol elixir. Ugh! I throw the empty canister in the shed, run into the garage, search, poke, and glare, and find nothing. I smack my head and grind my teeth in a cringe. Defeated, I drag my feet to my neighbor's house.

Knock, knock, knock. They look at me as if I've come from the outer reaches of the universe. Yeah, we're the best of friends. I want the gas canister I had lent them from my garage, the one I kept extra for the snowblower. They didn't have it. They snickered. I huffed. But to no avail, peeled my feet from their doorstep back to my car. Tardiness will not prevail. I said a prayer, popped the key into the ignition and turned with hope. IT STARTED! My eyes widened, my smiled beamed, I grew anxious wanting to get to a gas station to fill up before the gas light chimes again. I reversed and...BANG! I didn't see the kids’ bikes behind the car. It is one of those days.

covnitkepr1 said...

My answer would be "LIFE".
I write and maintain a spiritual blog which I have titled “AccordingtotheBook” and I’d like to invite you to follow it.

Matthew MacNish said...

Thanks for visiting my blog, Amber. I stopped by to follow yours. Nice to meet you!

Slam Dunk said...

Fun post Amber.

How about this: "Don't you just love pulling to the checkout lane with a cart full of groceries and then remembering that you left your credit card/money in the car?"

Not that I have done that more than once or anything...

Johanna Garth said...

New follower! Congrats on your first interview!!

Tasha Seegmiller said...

Just found you from Cassie's blog. Nice to meet you - new follower :)

Amber said...

Thanks everyone for following me. It's great to have new faces on here!

Morgan said...

No prompt for me today... I'm still trying to get over last week's defeat. I'M KIDDING!!!!!

You're awesome, Amber. And great blog :D

Amber said...

Aww, Morgan. I loved your scene and I was looking forward to reading what you came up with this week! ;-P

Jade Hart said...

Morning Amber :)

Okay, what can I come up with...
Brain not really revving yet...

...and then, an alien lands on my car bonnet.
A tiny pot-bellied monster the colour of vomit, with a bubble head that looks like a zit about to pop. It's beedy orange eyes glare at me and it points some sort of shiny gun at my windshield.
My hands basically kill my steering-wheel I squeeze it so hard in shock.
The alien mutters some gutteral gibberish in some tongue that reminds me of Ork's from Lord Of The Rings.
My eyes are glued on the alien, my body quaking like a leaf. I fumble for my keys and wrench on the ignition, pumping non-existent gas with a heavy foot.
Amazingly, my craptastic car roars to life, living on fumes. I jamb the stick into reverse and drive like a maniac.

Leigh Covington said...

Love your interview at Cassie's and don't get me started on that writing prompt. That is SO my life... like always!

Cassie Mae said...

Hey! Sorry I don't have the time to write the winning entry ;) But just dropping by to say, YAY! for all these followers and thank you for guesting on my blog today! :D

Amber said...

@Jade- I can always count on something totally unique from you and I absolutely love it. When I did theater- I was told one time, and I have always kept it the back of my mind- "It is more important to do something unique, than to do what you 'think' they want, because every person auditioning will be doing the exact same thing. Be original-even if it's not what the judges want-they won't forget you!! And when another part comes along, they'll remember that crazy girl who had them laughing at the scene that was suppose to be sad. It's better to be remembered, than to be 'right' in the traditional sense."

@Cassie-you are awesome and I can't thank you enough! It's so nice to see so many new faces on here. (makes me feel a little less like a loser :)lol