* Shifts in perspective: Write about a past family gathering, the most embarrassing thing that ever happened in your high school, the best (or worst) teacher you ever had, the time you learned to do something important (swim, ride a bike, use a computer), or the biggest event you ever attended. Write the story in as much detail as possible, explaining what you saw, what you did, and how you felt. Then rewrite the same story from the perspective of someone else—a relative, a fellow student, another participant, a passer-by, etc.
* Genre changes: Write out your favorite joke (or fairy tale or poem). Then rewrite that narrative as a tragedy, as a limerick, as a haiku, as a serious academic treatise, as a breaking news story, or as the script for a music video.
* Imagine that your paper is being published in a journal or magazine. Write about the audience who might read it and what they would get out of it. Write a letter to the editor by someone who praises your paper and another letter to the editor by someone furious about your argument.
* Imagine that a big-shot Hollywood producer is making your paper into a movie. Write about the changes he or she might make to your “plot,” the actors who would play key roles, and the reviews that the movie might receive.
* Write about your paper in a letter to a family member or friend. Start with, “I have to write this paper about X and here’s what I’m thinking right now….” Explaining your ideas to a friendly person is often a helpful strategy for clarifying those ideas for yourself.
* Make a “reverse outline” from a draft. Read over your paper and, after you read each paragraph, summarize that paragraph in one sentence. Write these sentences in order on a piece of paper and then read over the outline they create. Do ideas flow logically from one to the next? Do any parts seem to be missing? Does anything seem to be in the wrong place, or is there anything that should be eliminated? Does this outline, read by itself, clearly convey the argument you want to convey?
* Use grouping strategies to help you mold your ideas into an organized argument. Take a piece of free-writing and highlight or underline to identify ideas that seem interesting to you. Read back over the highlighted/underlined sections and ask yourself if any of the ideas you have identified might go together. You could highlight ideas about one theme in one color and other themes in other colors. You might also cut out key sentences with scissors or copy them onto individual index cards and then physically move them around to see how they might be grouped or fit together.
* Gotta take this seriously. I need to device a plan to protect myself and possibly kill the seven deadly sins. Any ideas, amigos?
* The Amigo Army stands ready to defend you, luckily we are all prepared for war since its the spookiest month with the possibility of a Skeleton War
* But what happens to hell when we destroy the 7 deadly sins? I don’t want satan to be alone
* The seven deadly sins come to life, they all want to kill you.
* For years people would always mock you with promises before adding, “when pigs fly”. Now, after years of veterinary and aviation study, you’ve successfully taught a potbelly to pilot a jet. It’s time to collect.
* You’re just a normal geeky person. A couple of health issues, sure, but nothing too major (usually). Interest in a lot of ‘nerdy’ things, both well known and obscure. One day, while returning home from the comic store, you’re grabbed by a group of unusual people, claiming that the “empress of the third cosmic imperium” has chosen you for…..
* You decide to try the new hair cuttery in town. You realize, after sitting down, that you read the name wrong and you just walked into the Hair Cult.
* A cold, dark figure had been following you for ten blocks. You finally turn to face him, and the moment you do, you realize it’s not a human, but something in the shape of one. It’s floating, and looks to be made of shadows. It doesn’t move as you stare.
* The Cage. Everyone knows what it is. Every year, teens from 13 to 17 years old go missing, and everyone knows where.
* Teen against teen. Sibling against sibling. But not in the way you might expect. This is not some ripoff Hunger Games. The Cage is a test of your mind.
* To live past 75, you have to steal years off the life of some other being. Most people steal from trees, which live tens of hundreds of years. Describe how you’re stealing life from an immortal.
* The gate to the Garden of Eden has seven arches in front of it, each one with a value written on it. If the person walking through them has that specific value they may pass. If not, they die instantly. All other entryways into Eden are blocked by pillars of fire.
* This is how you cheated the system.
* You are on a cruise in the South Pacific, when suddenly you hear a beautiful song coming from the water. All the other men start moving towards the side of the boat, jumping off one by one. You look down to see mermaids catching the men and dragging them down, when suddenly you are the only man left. The mermaids still at the top of the water look up at you confused, and one asks “Why didn’t the song work on you?” Write about how you became the gay best friend of a group of mermaids.
* I am also with Trustzone but I think you forgot to explain one of it’s most important features. It protects you when you are using someone else’s Wi-Fi.
* If you are at Starbucks and you use their Wi-Fi your privacy is at risk. Anyone with ill intentions could steal your information. Especially if you are using an unsecured Wi-Fi hotspot. With a VPN your data gets encrypted so no one can steal it.
* Wait, what’s going, on? Did trump destroy internet privacy with a bill or something? Where’s the news? Oh wait, why am I getting visions of Alex Jones and selling water purifiers?
* He hasn’t yet but he says he wants to. And if he is serious about it it would be really easy to do. Since all our data is already recorded, as the person above explained.
* Trump wants more surveillance of Muslim Americans. This in a country where internet privacy is already close to non-existent.
* hould I get trustzone for my mobile device?
* Don’t tell me you just wanted to scroll past this. Stop looking at pictures of cats for a moment, okay? Don’t you realize how important this is? This is dangerous! ‘America, the best FREE country in the world’ my ass.
* With this new law your ISP can sell your Internet history which could include passwords, usernames, religion, credit card numbers, race and much more to the highest bidder. So here is what I want you to do.
* You are going to read the whole thing and before you think ’this is so important. Let me reblog this real quick and go back to admiring cats again-’ NO! Don’t reblog this. Take action first. Then reblog. Sign up for a free trial! Trust.Zone offers one (here). Yes. It might be difficult to set up a VPN for some people. But is that going to stop you from protecting yourself and your family? 30 minutes. 30 minutes is all that it takes. 5 if you know how to install software. The problem with some of you is that you see ‘difficult’ as something negative. I want you to see difficult differently. I need you to push through this stuff. You are going to protect yourself. There is nothing negative about that.
* Don’t tell yourself that you are too tired and that you will do this tomorrow. Because that isn’t going to happen and you know it. You have to do this right now. You only have to click on it. Don’t let this/shit/life just happen to you. Take yourself seriously. Get a VPN.
* Privacy is not a privilege, it’s a fundamental human right
* Ok sorry that it’s so freaking long and also sorry for the language, but this is extremely important. Please reblog!
* To say the job advert was strange would be an understatement, but it paid well and you were desperate. Now you work in a tiny office at the bottom of a tower. The only job requirement is that once an hour, you count all the doors in the tower and check that the locked ones are still locked, and you close any others behind you, including the one to your office. The problem is that the hot summer is making your the temperature in your office stifling, so you decide to prop open the office door.
* You are on the country road that will take you home, but you are not going to West Virginia.
* You work as a lumberjack. One day, you drive your axe into a tree and hear it scream.
* You live in a world where each person has a set of invisible wings, unable to be seen by others. However, for every good deed, one feather turns wite – and visible. Similarily, for every bad deed, one feather becomes dark. You just woke up after a rough night out with your friends and see pure black wings behind you in the mirror.
* You’re the child of two of the most powerful evil villains in the world. You turn 18 and have to tell them you are the hero’s sidekick and that’s why you’re almost never home.
* You’re a peasant, alien janitor in the far future on a planet full of dungeons and adventurers exploring the stars. There’s curses, labyrinths and all sorts of monsters throughout the galaxy. Write about how the janitor can never quite become an adventure due to circumstance.
* If you see your reflection, that means you will live to see tomorrow. You’re only in your early twenties, when you look in the mirror to see your reflection gone. However, you’re still alive, a week after your reflection disappeared.
* A mermaid and a fisher fall in love. Unbeknownst to each other, they both strike bargains with two different witches – one to get onto land, the other to get into the sea.
* You are the new kid at school. At lunch, the cafeteria is packed. The only seats you see are at a table in the back corner, where a single boy is sitting. As you walk over and sit at his table, the whole room quiets and hundreds of heads turn towards the two of you. They all look terrified.
* You are an alien who has taken human form and has come to earth in order to gather intel on humans for your home planet. You are just about to get married to a human. Unbeknowst to you, your soon to be wife is also an alien in disguise from a different planet and here for the same reasons. Both of you have no idea what you are doing.
* spotlight some of the prompt responses will get featured on this blog
* A serial killer pretending to be a Door-to-Door salesman knocks on the door of a serial killer who kills Door-to-Door salesmen.
* It was hard sometimes to control the urges. To tame the monster that was nestled deep in his gut. But he did it, for awhile. He fed the monster with the deaths of insects, but that wasn’t enough to keep it dormant. So he started killing rats, and then cats. By the time he was 21, he was hunting pheasants every other day and by the time he was 25, he was taking out deer in droves.
* But soon even the deer weren’t enough to satiate the hunger of his monster, so he made a plan. He had wealth and he used it to buy what he needed to hunt. He picked a house on the outskirts of a large city, one with a small river just behind his back gate. He made sure that the house was secluded, but still next to a busy marketplace. Finally his trap was ready. And it worked well. Too well.
* His first kill was young, a Jehovah’s Witness who had come to see that his god was useless against his monster. His second was the first man’s partner, an older man. Quite disappointing compared to his first. With the speed and skill of a veteran hunter, he butchered and disfigured both corpses. He weighed down his kills and disposed of them in the river.
* The man and his monster worked well for several years. He had a steady job and was well liked by his neighbors. And no one had discovered his kills. He heard rumors of course, of delivery men, door-to-door salesmen and evangelists, even a few joggers. But it was only rumors and missing person reports, nothing substantial. At 32, he was finally at peace with his monster and his sin.
* Until the day he knocked at his door.
* It was an ordinary Saturday for the most part. The only difference was that his monster was raring for blood. He hadn’t made a kill last week because the only people to come by were a pack of Girl Scouts. And he has a rule. No killing kids. Not because of some moral code, but because people freak when a kid goes missing. So when he heard the doorbell ring, he could have wept with relief. He peeked out through the window and saw him standing there, carrying one of those insulated bags that keep pizza warm. He looked like he was in his late twenties or early thirties. A little old for a pizza delivery guy, but that wasn’t unusual. The strange thing was that he didn’t have a car. That was his first sign that something was off. He shrugged it off, it was almost better if he didn’t have a car. Nothing to trace him back to him.
* He opened the door with the caution of someone who hadn’t ordered pizza, but had a pizza delivery guy on their stoop.
* “I’ve got a pizza here for a Mister Carter,” He said calmly, his eyes down, hidden behind his visor. He held the bag by its strap and he noticed that something was pressing against the side. That was his second sign that something was off.
* “You must have the wrong house.” He replied politely. He looked up and their eyes met. Instantly there was a connection. He recognized something in his eyes. Those weren’t the eyes of a lost pizza boy. Those were the eyes of someone like him. He made an impulsive move and grabbed the bag from the faux pizza man.
* “Hey, give that back!” He cried, but it was too late. He had already opened the bag. After looking for a second, he upended the contents on the welcome mat. A coil of rope, gloves, masking tape, and a wicked hunting knife. He was in shock and looked back up at him with fear in his eyes.
* “How did you know?” He asked, his voice filled with terror and a hint of awe. He smiled, and inside his monster smiled too.
* “Because I’m like you. I know what you need and I know the best way to get it.” He said simply. He knelt and swept the supplies back into the bag. Standing, he closed the bag and held it out. “You can take this and go. I won’t say anything.” He said. But then he hesitated. An idea had formed. “Or you can come in and I’ll show you my tricks.” He considered the offer and smiled. He took the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He stuck out a hand for him to shake.
* “If we’re going to do this, we’d better get to know each other. I’m Jesse. Jesse Carter.” Jesse said with a grin. He shook Jesse’s hand.
* “I’m Lucian Thomas.” Jesse blinked in shock. “You may have heard of me.” Of course Jesse had heard of him. The son of millionaire Renoir Thomas, an American from an old French family. Lucian had used his father’s fame to make a big deal about LGBT+ rights. It gave him fame in his own right, but he was disowned. No one had seen him in years.
* “So if I were to tell you that I felt something, what would you say?” Jesse said hesitantly. Jesse did feel something for the man, but if it was just because of their similarities or if it was because of something more, he couldn’t say. Lucian smiled, pure and bright.
* “I’d say that means I can show you all of my tricks.” Lucian stepped back and gestured for Jesse to enter. He did and Lucian closed the door to the street. They had a lot in common and a lot more to discover.
* A vampire bites the neck of Jesus and sucks his blood. Does the blood of Christ kill the vampire, or does it heal them?
* write about two separate heist teams that attempt to break into the same museum and get in each other’s ways
* Life is like a video game: when you die, you respawn. However, you get a new body each time you respawn, so your old body stays where you died. You have only respawned a couple of times since you joined the world, but one day you come across a huge pit filled with millions of your own dead bodies.
* Life’s a hoe and Death, well Death is actually a sweetheart.
* It’s just another day escorting people to the Afterlife.
* Seriously, why do people think I’m so bad? Would you rather find your way there yourself, or would you rather have someone be with you? I can’t exactly die, but I’m assuming it’s pretty lonely.
* “Car crash. Looks like he died pretty quickly. Poor guy, he was young, too.”
* As I greet the soul, I’m expecting the usual mix of terror and grief. Death does seem pretty traumatic after all.
* “Oh, thank God. I was afraid I was being greeted by the doctor that rescued me or something.”
* “Wait… what? You’re not… scared?”
* “Scared, are you kidding? Life is a bitch. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still have to pay my student loans.”
* One day, out of nowhere, Death approaches you. He has not come to reap you. The very first thing he says to you is “I’m sorry”.
* You have been selected to take part in a Hunger Games-esque battle royale against twenty opponents. The last one standing is set free and given enough money to make Donald Trump blush. Before entering the arena, you are presented with a wide variety of weapons. After choosing your weapon, you proceed to the arena. However, you stop short upon seeing your opponents, who have also entered. They’re you. Exact copies of yourself, all with different weapons and with equally confused faces. The horn signaling that the “game” will start sounds, and the door behind you closes.
* Man I’ve always wanted to beat the shit out of myself
* Leonardo da Vinci, Picasso, MC Escher, all the famous artists and painters? They’re all Bob Ross. He is an immortal shape-shifter that has learned all manners of artistry and continues to spread his art and wisdom. Write about how it is to be Bob Ross in either a previous disguise or his next one.
* A serial killer pretending to be a Door-to-Door salesman knocks on the door of a serial killer who kills Door-to-Door salesmen.
* You live in a world where every criminal/hateful thought/act is physically manifested on someone’s skin and every thought/act is custom. Greed manifests pig-like characteristics. Wrath as oozing scabs. You have never had a physical malady in your life as you say you’ve never done, said, or thought anything hateful. But one day, you wake up and find that your entire body is covered in these physical injuries/transformations.
* When you applied, you thought it was a joke. Maybe the eerie directionless light or sulfur-scented mist at the interview should have tipped you off, and maybe the fact that the interviewer seemed to be a bleached skeleton holding a scythe and wearing a torn black robe should have given you second thoughts, but hey, the pay is good, and if you don’t get many vacation days, at least the health insurance is excellent. You’ve just arrived in the Underworld and seen the last guy’s records. (They seem to date back to at least 500 BCE, but there wasn’t time to look at them all.) Describe your first day on the job as the afterlife’s receptionist.
* im-your-paladin
* The first person I met on the job was a sailor man, a grizzled old whitebeard who had drowned at sea in bright yellow waders and a sou’wester hat. He came into the reception office soaking wet and smelling like brine, and there was a haggard, wild look in his eyes. I took a look at the Date of Death calendar on my laptop, and found his picture on today’s entry.
* Your character realizes that she’s a fictional character in a novel.
* Your character finds a craigslist ad looking for teammates for the upcoming Ultimate Ping-Pong Tournament.
* Your character finds a craigslist ad looking for company for a cross-country road trip.
* Your character’s long-time crush just knocked on her door. He’s dressed as a pizza guy stripper, and he doesn’t realize he has the wrong address until it’s too late.
* While on vacation, your character’s parents call. They say to not bother coming home; they’re kicking your character out.
* Your character’s long-lost grandma arrives out of the blue. She says your character is actually royalty, and must take the throne of a country your character has never even heard of.
* “How’d you-” he spluttered, confirming my theory.
* “I’m sorry, sir,” I apologized, “but today is your Date of Death. Your boat capsized out in a storm, and you drowned.”
* He looked down at the beads of water sliding off his raincoat and falling to the floor. “Explains why I’m soaked,” he muttered. “So I finally kicked the bucket, huh? Is this Davy Jones’s Locker, then? Looks like the damn DMV.”
* “This is the Hereafter Reception Office, sir,” I explained. “I’m, uh, new.”