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The Daily Prompt- January 23rd

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1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)

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The Prompt: Routine

Describe a character who is dependent on their rigid morning routine, then disrupt it.

 

About Doran Simmons

I'm a writer and a camper and a keeper of fish. I was trained as a flight instructor and work day jobs and write nonsense for public consumption (hopefully).

4 comments on “The Daily Prompt- January 23rd

  1. The Running Son
    January 23, 2014

    Gumby Flips His Cap
    (or, how to smile with OCD.)

    I watched you spontaneously combust.
    Watched, you have an aneurism,
    a stroke and a heart attack

    all simultaneously, lunging,
    groping for my throat,
    claws open wide, lust in your eyes,

    a draw in your breath,
    a grin stretching fierce,
    that pink in your gums

    and a rather unexpected ability
    to fly like Michael Jordan…
    I do not wanna die.

    If you can’t take a joke, fine.
    Kindly un-grip my neck
    and I’ll gladly direct you

    to the place where
    your dentures
    reside.
    .
    .
    .
    .
    RunningS☀n

  2. Jessica Helmke
    January 23, 2014

    Morning Rituals
    Every morning is a ritual for me. Before the sun comes up I yawn and stretch, scratch my feline companion until she is content with purrs, swing out of bed and into my slippers, hit the start button on the coffee, and then stumble into the bathroom where I do a thing until the sweet smell of coffee hits my nostrils. After my first sip I venture over to the massive window in my 5th floor apartment, an urban development high rise. It’s high enough to entertain my interests in the comings and goings of the neighborhood. I don’t hide, in fact, I have my table positioned just so and some people even wave to me from the street as their morning ritual. They have a very small window into my routine and know I will be sitting, drinking my coffee and watching out.
    Oz, named for his mother’s obsession with The Wizard of Oz and Judy Garland, is a man I take a particular interest in. A strange old bird, he lives two and half blocks down from the coffee shop that is almost below my window. Every day without missing a beat he walks out his door at the exact same time, hits the walk signal 3 times, takes the exact amount of steps to the coffee shop in the same fashion, I know because I started counting them about a year ago and waves at me in the window as he steps through the door. He did this twice a day and sometimes I would take a break from work and head to the coffee shop just to run into him. Asking Oz how his day was going was never met with a rhetorical answer and question of “Well, how bout you?” No, it was an invitation to stay a while and listen to some absurd story that I quite enjoyed and often wrote down for later use.
    But on this day, I did my morning routine and sat in my window with coffee waiting for the sun and for Oz to make his entrance into my ritual of counting steps; he did not show. His time came and went and this very act, or lack of, sent my day spiraling. Where the hell was Oz?! I started on my work and found it very hard to concentrate. When the time came for Oz’s second coffee of the day I ran down to the shop and waited but still, no Oz. I asked the kid behind the counter and he looked at me dead pan and said “who?” As if this man I had been watching for years coming to this coffee shop two times a day didn’t even exist. I felt myself going mad. This man became tandem with my morning coffee; if I did not have him, I did not function.
    I didn’t sleep. The next morning I side stepped my slippers. I forgot to press the coffee button as I headed to the bathroom, not only that; I forgot to prepare the coffee the night before. My feet were cold. My coffee cup was empty. When I finally got around to brewing a pot, the sun had already peeked out from the horizon and I missed a total of two hand waves that I was normally in the window for. I threw myself into the chair facing the opposite direction of the coffee shop but I was secretly watching the clock for the time when Oz would depart. As the time grew close I looked over my shoulder and as sure as day follows night, Oz came walking out with coffee in hand. I moved into my normal chair, pulled my cup across the table and waved to Mr. Stevenson as he walked his dog up the street.

  3. JG Allan
    January 24, 2014

    This is an excellent prompt – a strong starting point for any Pixar movie

  4. Vinny Lam
    January 28, 2014

    Auto pilot
    Wake up to the alarm clock blaring sirens around my room. Stumble across my bed to click the snooze button.
    Repeat 2 more times.
    Finally gets up to shower.
    Wait a minute before jumping in; the water is is still cold.
    Check weather.
    Dress according to weather.
    If dry skate to school.
    If not walk.
    turn off all lights.
    Leave the house.
    No one locks their doors in these apartments.
    Off to school.

    (The next day)

    Auto pilot
    Wake up to the alarm clock blaring sirens around my room. Stumble across my bed to click the snooze button.
    Repeat 2 more times.
    Finally gets up to shower.
    Wait a minute before jumping in; the water is is still cold.
    Check weather.
    Dress according to weather.
    If dry skate to school.
    If not walk.
    turn off all lights.
    Leave the house but then I turn around and lock the door.

    When I got home from school the apartment area was broken into because no one locked there door. Except me. Turning off auto pilot.

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