2019 Day 22 – Word List

How did you get on yesterday? Did you write a story?

Remember, set your own rules, and stick to them. If you miss a day, don’t try to catch up. Just keep moving forward!

The Prompt

Write A Story Containing These Words

distinct, weak, volunteered, slow, coming,
time, duress, suspected, shimmy, listened.

If you’re feeling brave, post the story in the comments, or on your own blog and link to it (like so many of you have been doing already).

Underline or bold the key words, or just let us read the story without noticing them.

This is a silly exercise designed to lower the bar on your expectations. But you may be surprised at what you manage to do with this prompt!


Check back every day for more prompts, and don’t forget to come back and leave a comment to celebrate your writing successes, every day!

27 thoughts on “2019 Day 22 – Word List”

      1. Wait, so did you just make that up? (I haven’t spent enough time on Twitter this week to catch all the backlash!)

        1. Made it up off the back of a work colleague complaining about it, and the unavoidable flow through it had on my flipboard. totally fictional.

    1. Your site doesn’t like me today. I tried to comment and it is giving me a forbidden message.

      Way to combine all the prompts! You are a story master!

      My favorite line: She had tubes of sunscreen in her totebag for people she scolded for not having any, and they thanked her and kissed her cheek. She gave them statistics on food poisoning, if she suspected they were undercooking the meat on their grills.

      So telling for a character! hahaha

      1. Oh, Tammy, I’m sorry my site was being balky. WordPress just updated, so it doesn’t work properly. You know computer programming: “If it ain’t broke, fix it anyway.” I think Dan Antion said that.

    1. Love to hear that. I know it’s tough, but I love the idea that everyone is doing things they wouldn’t otherwise write.

  1. No submission today – I started writing, and after 850 words or so, I couldn’t figure out the surprise ending. Maybe I’ll post it someday! Thanks for this site!

    1. Don’t always have to go for an ending, in fact it can be fun not to some times. I often don’t get to an ending – I use these as future feeders.

      1. Oh yes, I agree. There are plenty of days when a first draft seems impossible and it’s lovely to have material to pull out and work on!

    2. 850 words is not to be sneezed at! Some days it’s hard to get the story all the way there, but like you say, it’s source material for future revisions.


    Shelia sat on the porch of her Alabama home. The air was dusty, hot and stale. She was feeling weak from exhaustion. Increasingly she was finding caring for her old husband more and more difficult. He had become very frail and confused. She had always known what was coming when she had married him. He was never a strong, healthy man. Ironically, it was part of what had attracted her to him. Their relationship, initially, had been slow to develop but, oh my goodness, how that was going to change!
    They had met when she had volunteered to help at the local church. He used to preach there at the time. She loved to hear his distinct, reassuring drawl. Somehow it made her feel safe and at peace with herself for a while.
    She felt herself dozing off in the evening sunlight when she became aware of the sound of a jazz band playing in one of the bars a few streets away. Her mind was transported back to her youth when she would frequent those bars and shimmy the night away in a drunken haze until she was kicked out at closing time. She suspected she would not be alive today, 82 years old, if she had not agreed to help out at the church and met Horace.
    She had so much to thank Horace for even though life was very hard now.
    It was true, they had married under duress. Their relationship, though slow to star, had progressed too quickly for Shelia. Horace, to her surprise, had expected a physical relationship long before she was ready and she quickly became pregnant. In those days the only way to avoid becoming an outcast in your small town was to marry in haste and then claim a premature baby.
    No, Shelia acknowledged to herself, life had been hard, there was no denying and what’s more, Sheila was resolved it was going to get a whole lot harder.

    Word count 1450
    Sorry this also appears in DAY 21! Whoops!

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