Someone suggested we make a list of prompts. Let's do it here as comments to this post? Here are some of my favorites:
I remember
I don't remember
from the fray archives (fray.com) -- these are all separate prompts
With a sharp excuse me and a businesslike shove to the right, I was initiated into rush hour.
When I think about the last year, it comes back to me in moments.
It's a place I will always love, but can never go back to.
It's not my life. It's just my job. Really.
Amanda keeps talking, but I'm stuck thinking about books and the evil curse of wonderful memories.
I left. All my friends did the traditional sobbing and email promising. All except one.
Yes, I am bitter. But it's not my fault.
I cranked the stereo up and the windows down. I was ready for an adventure. And I was gonna get it.
It's not that we fight; we just don't connect.
There was never any doubt about what Cali was going to do.
I put my ear down on the rail to check for vibrations.
I made small talk and watched as the cars blurred by. Eventually I worked up the courage.
Maybe it was the gentle rain that made him reserved. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was me.
If it's just an innocent little flirtation, why do I feel so guilty when he catches me?
That day, torn from my history, has never made me think. Until now.
G h o s t s: They were subtle, mental, hidden. It was their house.
An ancient black and white photo preserves my oldest memory of Grandpa Rohde.
How many names do you have? Most people have two, maybe three. Not so for me.
These women had lives as crazy and muddled as mine. I was sure.
Sometimes it's not the quality of the disasters that counts,it's the quantity
Home for the Holidays. In one week, I'll be back in the room I grew up in. I hate that room.
Who have you left?
Whose house do you remember?
What are you celebrating?
What have you done to be interesting?
Have you ever been tempted?
(prompts from http://www.fray.com/-- probably not a site to share with students)
Monday, July 31, 2006
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