Friday, November 11, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute 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. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The audience cheered.

Blindness was just the beginning. 
It was only when the virus progressed to Stage 2 that the true horror emerged. Ordinary people were being turned into mindless predators, and it didn't take Mason long to figure out their prey of choice. 

He thought he'd had nothing left to lose, but now he is all that stands between a young girl and a gruesome fate, and he's sworn to protect her with his very life. They'll have to be smart, they'll have to be strong, and they'll have to be every bit as ruthless as the swarm, but even as Mason and Mackenzie battle their way from one horror to the next in a desperate flight through a world gone mad, they both know that their time is running out.

The virus isn't done yet. Stage 3 is coming, and things are about to get a whole lot worse.

About the Author:
Ken was born in Saskatchewan, but has called Vancouver home for most of his life. He was raised on a steady diet of science fiction and disaster movies, so it seems right that his first published novel be about the zombie apocalypse. In his spare time, Ken tries to paint like Bob Ross and play poker like Doyle Brunson, but results suggest that he might have got it all backwards.

Tweet Ken @PennilessScribe



  1. Writing prompt: The audience cheered

    The great man took the stage, and a tiny old man looked on from the back of the crowd, lost in amazement. The audience cheered the great man's opening words, and the old man wondered, when did it come to this? So much hate. So much bile. Insults, innuendo, outright lies. The great man continued his speech, and every time a fist was raised and another threat was made or another lie was told, the audience cheered again.

    Words. That's all they were. Words. 'This great nation' the man howled, and the audience cheered. 'It's us against the world' the great man shouted, and the audience cheered. 'Drive the vermin from our land' the people's champion implored, and the audience cheered again.

    When did it come to this? the tiny old man wondered as he began to back slowly away through the crowd. The great man's voice rose up in another lie and the audience cheered again, but the old man simply turned, lowered his head, and shuffled slowly away.

    When he was finally clear of the crowd, he stopped, took of his overcoat and turned it right-side out, then he put it back on again and continued home. And as he went, he couldn't help but be aware of the stares he received at the sight of that silly yellow star on his lapel