Thursday, August 18, 2016

Daily Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Have fun and write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The foam spilled over the stein.


Mr. Goddard's Menagerie by C. L. Hernandez
Available at Amazon
Although she is infected with the werewolf virus, Zuri tries to live a normal life until she meets a strange old man named Goddard on a dusty desert highway. He lures her into his house where she is held captive, along with a few others who are not quite human. Goddard promises her a better life and tries to transform her from a scruffy country werewolf into an elegant young lady. Zuri must either find a way to ecape captivity or give up her freedom to become a cherished and pampered pet in Mr. Goddard's Menagerie.
More about this author at her website cindylouhernandez.com  or follow her on
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2 comments:

  1. "The foam spilled over the stein."

    The big man next to Mr Smith on the bench turned and cocked his head, "Huh? Beg pardon?"

    "I said, 'the foam spilled over the stein'," He repeated.

    "I don't get it," the big man admitted, "What stein? I don't have a stein, and neither do you."

    "No, no no," Smith said, then he repeated the phrase again, accentuating every word, "The foam spilled over the stein. Get it? Foam…..Stein….."

    The big man considered for a moment, then a flash of inspiration brightened his eyes.

    "Oh, I see now! I think there's been some sort of mix-up. You're giving me a password, right?"

    Smith didn't know quite how to respond, but he finally nodded curtly, "Uh….maybe. You are Mr Jones, yes? I was told to meet a big man on this bench at noon, and tell him about the stein."

    "Actually no," the big man smiled warmly, "My name is Dmitri. You want the next bench on. That's Mr Jones there, see? That bench is for CIA rendez-vous. This is the KGB bench."

    "Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" Smith stood up and tipped his hat, "I do beg your pardon, Mr Dmitri."

    "Not at all," the big man waved the matter away, "It's a natural mistake. But if you ever want to tell me about the Borscht spilling over the bowl, you know where to find me."

    "I'll keep

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  2. LOL Fabulous. I hope you enjoyed it as well.

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