Clan Destine Press Blog — Writing Prompts

As ever, the stories shared last week were wee gems, one and all, some more outlandish than others and isn't that the sweetest part for writer and for reader? Not knowing where the words will go, barely even half a dozen of them each week, and a bit of pretty thrown in so the words are nice to look at. I tell you, every week I press publish and like some sort of church gargoyle I sit at the edge of my stone outcrop (chair), hunched over, hands folded gleeful and.  I wait.  It doesn't take long for that first story to pop...

A bit late on the uptick this week, a thousand pardons. Always our goal is to provide piping hot prompts to inspire you on Monday, then one to wind up the week on Thursday over at our daughter publication, Improbable Press. We're here at last and jump in Aussie crime writers, the prompt water is fine with: Last week the a red herring writing prompt led to some gorgeous story starts, including: ~ Bill Stone is built like an undernourished ferret. His associate, Gaz Herring (known as Red to his mates and the police) is built like an over-nourished four...

I did not expect such delight with each of these writing prompts no I did not. Every time one is published the person who put them up (me, that would be me, Atlin), feels like she wrapped a Christmas present for herself. The best part is I don't know what's in it the moment it's wrapped, because I don't know what you'll write for each prompt.   Last week I opened 'my' present to find: The creature draws close, its silhouette blocking out the sun and though I’m expecting the worst, when the first claw touches my skin, to my...

Just so you know, we'll be here. Every single week. With a prompt. If you need it. We'll be publishing writing prompts each week to inspire a bit of writing. We hope that voices raise themselves in the comments and all of us get to be delighted by tiny tales, delicious wee stories inspired from that week's prompts. And so… From last week's Is anyone there? "The x-ray, it’s of me…I think I’m changing inside. I think I’m about to…bloom? I’m not afraid." * "I feel like I have been wandering empty corridors for weeks now. Everything looks the same....

Reminder of what's up since most of us have had other things on our minds: Every week Clan Destine's going to try to get inside your head. Get in there and help you write. We're going to prompt you with a phrase, a couple words, some colours and a weird image and then we're hoping you take it from there. And so… Is anyone there? Do those words bring to mind the echoes of an old and empty house? A sterile space station, white, pristine, and silent? Who's saying it? Or are they? Is it a dream? Are they human?...