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January Writing Prompts 2022
Welcome one welcome all to the new year!
Time has ceased to feel real since March of 2020 but here we are in 2022 still kicking. It's a new year with new opportunities and the same comforting places to flex creative muscle.
And As Always--
Disclaimer: I never close old writing prompts from previous months. People can and should be encouraged to post on old month's prompts and I highly encourage players to track these posts to catch stragglers or new people writing on old prompts.
Now. With that out of the way, onto this month's prompts.
1. "Let me check the list."
2. A day when every little thing seems to go wrong.
3. "Are you ready yet? You've been in there for hours."
4. Slow and steady wins the race.
5. "Wait, hang on. Did you say snow day?"
Bonus image prompt:
3. "Are you ready yet? You've been in there for hours."
The Show Must Go On.
4 - Slow and Steady wins the Race
“Okay, Mrs. Norris!” The young boy grabbed his paper and ran up to the front of the class, making sure to sneakily stick his tongue out at his brother for getting picked to go before him.
Even at that age, Minoru was outgoing. He had no apprehension at all about speaking in front of the class. He smoothed out his wrinkled paper, and started reading from it.
“I read the book, The Tortoise and the Hare. It’s about a fast hare and a slow tortoise, and they have a race. The moral of the story is that slow and steady wins the race.” He summarized the story pretty well, but then added, “and it doesn’t make any sense.”
A couple other kids in the class snickered.
“The hare should have won the race. He was way faster than the tortoise. But he stopped to take a nap, which is dumb. You don’t take a nap in the middle of a race. The hare should challenge him again, and this time, only stop at the finish line. Then he can go take a nap if he wants to.” Minoru grinned behind his paper. “And the new moral of the story is that you win races by being fast and finishing what you start! The end!”
The little boy wasn’t necessarily wrong. Mrs. Norris clapped for her student, and the rest of the class soon joined in.
“That was very good reading, Minoru.” She praised, and he beamed accordingly as he crumpled the paper in his hands and scampered back to his desk. “Isamu, why don’t you go next?”
“Yes, Mrs. Norris.” Isamu nodded. He’d obviously read as many fables as the rest of the class combined, but he was only allowed to write about one of them for the assignment.
In contrast to his brother, he walked to the front of the room calmly and professionally. Like Minoru, however, he hd little to no apprehension about reading to the group. In fact, he took pleasure in being given the open forum to share his thoughts, especially about a book! He adjusted the papers in his hands and cleared his throat.
“For my book report, I chose to analyze The Crab and the Monkey, a piece of Japanese folklore with a strong moral about retributive justice…”
3, with a bit of 1 - Prom Night for the Uchiwa Twins
“Bro, are you ready yet? You’ve been in there for hours!” He laughed, knocking repeatedly on the door.
“Minoru, you may not care much about promenade dance traditions, but I assure you, the entire rest of the senior class has at least one person that they wish to thoroughly impress tonight. Myself very much included.” Isamu countered from behind the door. “And crafting that impression takes a significant amount of time.”
“Are you at least decent yet?” He asked.
“Yes.” Isamu groaned. “You can come in.”
Minoru opened the door to find his brother still pacing across the bathroom, scrutinizing everything at least twice in the mirror. He couldn’t help but snicker. His suit, in contrast, was clearly thrown on without much care. It had a decent enough fit, the colors matched and it wasn’t stained or torn - yet. What would happen later was anybody’s guess.
“You know you forgot something, right?” He sauntered up to the counter, and grabbed his hair brush.
“Excuse me?”
“I said, you forgot something.”
“I assure you, I have left nothing unaccounted for.” Isamu immediately countered. “This morning, I asked Mama for that pink bath powder she often uses, as well as for her good shampoo. It makes my hair as smooth as silk, and gives it a very healthy shine - something that will not go unnoticed under the gymnasium lights.”
Minoru started to roll his eyes.
“My suit is perfectly tailored and neatly pressed. If you recall, I am color-coordinating with Sara’s dress via matching vest and bow tie. Hence the light blue - her favorite color.” He gestured to his outfit, reaching into his pocket. “Papa even loaned me this impressive pocket watch to both complete the ensemble and to avoid inadvertently angering her parents by accidentally missing a potential curfew.”
“You’re still forgetting something, Bro.” He repeated, gesturing with the hair brush. Whether he brushed his hair or not, it had a tendency to stick out in various directions. He didn’t even bother to straighten his crooked tie.
“My skin is freshly moisturized, sensibly smooth and free of blemishes. I brushed and flossed my teeth - twice. I even purchased a tube of the strawberry-flavored lip gloss that Sara adores so much - so that any kisses shared at the end of the evening will be as refreshing as they are at the beginning of the evening.”
Minoru tossed the brush back into a basket and leaned up against the counter. “Still forgetting something.”
“Cologne would be an assault on the senses. The boutonniere will provide a soft floral scent that will pair nicely with her corsage when we inevitably share an intimate moment on the dance floor.” He insisted. “And yes, I am prepared to execute the traditional promenade traditions. I have read thirteen books on the subject of classical ballroom dance in the last two weeks to prepare and I assure you, I can at least handle a basic waltz with sophisticated poise.”
“Like anybody’s gonna actually be waltzing.”
“I know you will not be. You did not even ask anyone to be your date.”
“Nope. Don’t really care.” He shrugged. “You’re still forgetting something.”
“As soon as I am finished here, I will eat something light, so as to avoid both the embarrassing rumblings of an empty stomach and any potential digestive distress while our bodies remain in close proximity. While I generally trust our fellow classmates, I would rather not chance a drink from an unattended punch bowl. It is hardly sanitary, and may be spiked. Just like in the movies.”
Minoru rolled his eyes, “Still. Forgetting. Something.”
Isamu stopped. He turned to face his brother, hands clenching restlessly as his sides.
“Minoru, I have recounted an entire afternoon of preparations - essentially from my undergarments up. Not a single hair is out of place. Not a single item on my mental checklist has been neglected. What on earth am I forgetting?!”
The younger twin slid off the counter. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. Isamu immediately fell silent.
“You forgot to empty your pockets before dumping your jeans in the laundry.” He stated plainly, dangling the packet in front of Isamu’s face. “Didn’t you buy this for tonight?”
His face turned as red as that tube of lip gloss.
“Yes… um, yes, I did…”
“Just be glad it was my turn to do laundry.” He dropped it into Isamu’s hand, and then gave his stunned brother a reassuring pat on the back. “See you at the school, Bro.”
2. A day when every little thing seems to go wrong.
5. "Wait, hang on. Did you say snow day?"