Writing Wednesdays & A Writing Sprint link up

Because I’m a writer & storyteller and enjoy weaving words together into tapestries of stories both real and imagined, I’ve dedicated Wednesdays to my creative writing. As my current work-in-progress lingers in edits, I am working through the Writing Sprint Prompts to keep my writing muscles from getting lazy.

As always, the Writing Sprint prompt appears at the end of this post and offers an opportunity for you to freewrite for 15 to 30 minutes without the so-called help of your inner critic. No overthinking. No stopping. No editing. No worries. Daily writing exercises help writers grow, improve and free their writing. The only rule is that you must leave a comment for at least one other writer who’s included their link. That’s it. Other than, free yourself from your doubts, your fears and your inner critic and have some writing fun with us!

{oh, and a quick p.s. If you’re joining the link up, please grab the Writing Sprint logo below and include it on your blog post, along with a link back to this page. Thanks!}

laptopWriting Sprint Prompt: A Verbal Dance: Not Quite a Fight

{Before I get started, I will say that in order to keep my writing within the 15 to 30 minute time, I have created a playlist on Spotify that allows me to put together songs that come close to 30 minutes. When the final note plays on the last song…I stop writing}


Will You Help Me?

“You need to call the police,” Jacob said, punctuating his declaration with a slurp of coffee from the white styrofoam cup and burning his tongue. “Damn!”

“That’s definitely one option,” Isabel replied, wrapping her hands tighter around her own coffee

“It’s the only option,” Jacob said. He gazed at her over the rim of his cup.

“Okay. But just hear me out–”


“Jacob. Wait.” Isabel held her hand up between them. She glanced at the digital clock on her coffee pot where her morning pot of coffee stood cold and dark. “It’s only seven forty-two. I could take a few hours and try to find out what’s going on.”

“And just how do you propose to do that?”

“I don’t know. She must have some form of identification on her–”

Jacob groaned. “This is insane, Isabel.”

Isabel took a small step toward him and locked her eyes onto his. “No, Jacob, what’s insane is the fact that there is a dead girl in my living room and I have no idea how she got there.”

“Which is exactly why you need to call the police and let them handle this.”

“And I will, but not yet,” she said. “All I want is a little time. Come on, Jacob, what cop in his right mind isn’t going to assume I’m somehow involved?”

“Okay, yeah, maybe,” Jacob conceded. “But, Is, if you start messing around with things, it’s going to be a whole lot more difficult to convince anyone – cops, reporters, family.” He let the last word hang in the air between them so Isabel could fully absorb the impact of it. Her mother. Her mother would have no problem believing Isabel was not only involved but capable of doing something so rash, so random.

After a moment, Jacob continued. “She’ll be only too happy to go on every show, interview with every local or national reporter.”

“I’ll be a nightmare,” Isabel said. She looked past Jacob as if she could see her mother giving an interview. She slammed her styrofoam cup on the counter, sloshing coffee over her hand, the counter, the floor. Suddenly, she turned back toward Jacob. “Why do the police have to know I found her this morning?”

Jacob shook his head. “No–”

She ignored him. “I can say I was out late, stayed at a friend’s place, didn’t get back here for several more hours. And even then, went right to my room, showered, never went near the living room until I came home after work.”

Jacob covered her hand lightly with his. “And what will you say when they want to know where you stayed? And it’ll be pretty easy to find out you didn’t go to work today. And what about Wendy?”

“There’s got to be something I can do,” she argued.

“Is, did you come and get me because you wanted me to help you or because you wanted me to talk you out of doing this?

“I want you to help me,” she said.

“That’s what I want, too.”



This Week’s Writing Sprint: A Verbal Dance: Not Quite a Fight

Write a scene using mostly dialog in which your characters have a difference of opinion but not an all out argument. Is he trying to convince the other person of something? Does he succeed? Or does he come to accept the other point of view? Use the dialog to show the relationship the characters share.

Give us what you’ve got with as much detail and dialog as you can muster in 15 to 30 minutes. And most of all, have fun. Free your writer from your inner critic. When you’re done, come back and link up what you’ve got! And remember to give some encouragement to at least one other person in the link up community. You can post to the link up party until next Tuesday night. Hope to read you there!


2 thoughts on “Writing Sprint: A Verbal Dance

  1. So much intrigue here! Where DID that body come from? I must know. I enjoyed the interplay between Jacob and Isabel. Isabel is especially believable, because I think almost anybody who found a body in her living room would have the exact same response. I would have no clue what to do. I certainly wouldn’t want the police suspecting me of something! Wonderful job conveying that anxiety and confusion.

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