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“Pick”: Inktober Day #10: Writer Edition
I’m using Inktober prompts to generate daily writing
I’m always jealous of my visual artist friends, especially my sister, when Inktober rolls around. Then this year I realized that even though I don’t draw, I do write, and it might be fun to take the same prompts and see what twenty minutes of writing on the given topic elicits. So I thought I’d just play and see where things take me (knowing that a lot of what I write will be dreck), and maybe you’d like to join too. Here are this year’s prompts.
You settled back into the couch and pretended to be very interested in her coke. You’d heard somewhere that Coca-Cola had that name because it had once had cocaine in it, but you hadn’t looked it up on the computer because she didn’t want her mom to know. It wasn’t rational. Your mom wouldn’t probably have cared. But it was embarrassing sometimes to be so late to the party, to be teased for not knowing things. Being the baby in the family was the worst.
You got dragged along to things. Soccer games when you hated soccer, when it was sleeting, and the best you got for coming was a, “yeah, thanks.” The Post Office, the Library, the Grocery Store, because you weren’t old enough to stay home with the big kids. Everyone’s stupid orthodontist appointments, even though you had perfectly straight teeth.
