tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314656452011-04-21T11:17:37.689-07:00Take Risks and Play NiceSallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-70642523506156669112008-04-15T23:05:00.000-07:002008-04-15T23:10:25.931-07:00

PURPLEOff you go, then. Responses in the comments.

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-27126831044535715332008-04-12T11:30:00.001-07:002008-04-12T11:41:27.593-07:00

We're going to enter these as we see fit, as one comes to us, as we have time. There will be no end date on the entries, no time when the comments for something will close. Which means that you can use whatever prompt you wish and respond at any time.Creativity doesn't have an expiration date.And neither do these posts. For the most part, the prompts will be ideas out of our own heads. When we

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-60713408841358612182008-04-12T10:29:00.000-07:002008-04-12T11:49:46.230-07:00

April, for those who didn’t already know, is National Poetry Month. In honor of that fact, and also because I want my students to realize that they can do ANYTHING, I gave my second annual “Anybody can write a poem” lecture. Thanks and apologies to my friend Kate, who taught me this approach.Open a book.Find a sentence that’s about ten words long.(I’ll use a sentence from Self-Made Man by Norah

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-70176714354510832582008-04-11T10:17:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:32:03.233-07:00

List seven things that are in your refrigerator right now. Be sure to included at least one item from the door.(Looking forward to seeing this stuff served up in the comments.)

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-19366073589426941052008-04-09T09:11:00.001-07:002008-04-11T10:28:33.179-07:00

So. Almost a year later and here we are again. I have renewed my commitment to this playful little corner of the web and will be paying better attention to what goes on here.That in mind, here's your first/next assignment:What one thing stands out to you as you look back on this year?(Respond in the comments as usual, please.)

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-6780585551979913552007-04-29T22:30:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:28:55.009-07:00

I have stepped on and slept with so many people to get here. And now all of you mean nothing to me.This award signals my achievement, my sacrafice. You were all just pawns and I feel it's time to be honest with you about this -- so you can get on with your life and stop trying to be my friend.I know the rest of the people around here will get all sappy and thank everyone from God to the

Karmanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-34448331754800201132007-03-08T20:30:00.000-08:002008-04-11T10:29:16.122-07:00

Who would you like to thank besides the Academy when you finally receive the recognition you deserve? And what will you do when they pull out the hook and the cheesy music to drag you offstage? Will you go quietly into that good greenroom or will you hang onto the microphone with your skeletal, botoxed fingers?(Thank you to Desiree for sparking the idea.)

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-1153798765686448232006-07-24T20:38:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:29:40.242-07:00

She vaguely heard the annoying bell ring and clank against the glass door."I'll have vanilla," the woman said -- in a waffle cone .... no I better just get a dish."Don't need the extra calories."Franca efforted a smile and scooped the ice cream into a dish. The darkness in her thought about sneaking a bit of lemon sorbet in the cup -- just so the lady could see what she was missing -- but that,

Karmanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-1153511678321205762006-07-21T12:46:00.000-07:002008-04-11T10:30:15.347-07:00

This is played just like the acting improv game. Only written (obviously). Though feel free to act it out at home.Each person reads the whole story so far, then adds a continuaton in the comments. It's a lot more fun if you stop in the middle of some impossible point and then--Just be sure to end your contribution with "and then--"Right. Off we go.Lemon sherbet. They always called it lemon

Sallyacioushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05801526150893756973noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31465645.post-1153506692850690052006-07-21T11:20:00.000-07:002006-07-21T12:42:18.410-07:00

Goodness it's roomy in here. I had no idea the collective imagination could be this big. Why, it's almost... limitless... Though I'm not really sure because I can't see the edges.Prose Takes a Holiday is the brainchild of GoodKarma & Sallyacious, who were having fun playing silly writing games via email and then decided that maybe we should find a way to let other people play too. The more the

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