One way of using a bunch of random words as writing prompts is to try to make a sentence out them all. Maybe two sentences. Whatever works. The resulting bit of prose, however nonsensical, is the new prompt. This week's fictionette began with the sentence, "He was feeling sickly, but he couldn't let anyone see. So he went all cocky to the prom, wearing odd socks pulled up over his slacks cuffs."
Why, yes, the carrot absolutely is a nod toward the Fifth Doctor's everpresent stalk of celery.
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Premature Labor (excerpt)
NouvellesThere's no planning it. It happens when it happens. And Murphy's Law says it'll happen at the most inconvenient time possible.
