It’s no secret. I love Wikipedia. One of my favorite things about Wikipedia is the “Random Article” button. I must admit that I have been known to lose hours reading random things randomly chosen by Wikipedia. I like to think its good for the brain.
In honor of all this randomness, it is my pleasure to announce…
The Wikirandom 3-Sentence Writers Challenge, version 2012.
The Challenge: Create (preferably off the top of your head) a three sentence story based on the following prompt, chosen at random by hitting Wikipedia’s “random article” button.
The Rules: You must use the prompt in a sentence. Post your three sentences below in the comments area.
The winner (who will be announced on Sunday, Feb 5th) will receive adoration and praise, a nifty badge to display on his/her website, and the judge’s mantle for the next round of the challenge, which they will host on their blog in March, on a day of their own choosing.
This will be fun. I promise.
THE PROMPT:“Think of Laura“
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I’m no good at coming up with X-Sentence Stories, but I do love the idea of using the random article feature to prompt stories. And I also love Wikipedia!
Wikipedia rocks.
Laura was not the best at most things, but she had one special quality. She smelled like bluebells. At age 18 she spent her birthday getting her name officially changed to Bluebell.
I think of Laura everytime i go to Starbucks. She used to work there. She burned my bagels.
When the truth of his obsession broke, McPherson, the department’s best detective, was taken off the case, and told in no uncertain terms that he was paid to solve murders, not to fall in love with the deceased. He drank his way through the suspension and forced leave, then begrudgingly accepted his reassignment to the backwater of cold cases, immersing himself in the files and long-ago photos of the un-avenged dead. And this he swore: of the dead bodies in the foot-high stack of manila folders on his desk, a body for each, he would let himself think; of Laura’s, he would not.
Best Use of Creative Punctuation!
Think of Laura as she washes her dress. Fish guts are not easy to remove. But that fish had it coming.
I love this one–it’s my favorite!
I am really having trouble not responding to each entry! I am biting my tongue until all results are in…but yeah, this one made me laugh. Out loud. For a full minute.
On our first night there, after twenty hours of sleepless travel and a long day of seeing and not believing that it could be, they asked me to order because I’m not a blood relative and I once said we ate Chinese food every Sunday when I was a girl. It was a round table, five of us instead of six, and we told jokes and laughed but not one of us could hear or see or cry. I told the waitress to bring more beer and several plates of food and to keep coming because for a short respite that really wasn’t one at all, every single one of us needed not to think of Laura.
WINNER! Congratulations, Sara!
Lying on the hot sand, arm over my eyes to stop the glare, I think of Laura. What a night. Where was she now?
Love this, Margaret!
I’m reminded of the sweet sting of newly cracked scotch when I think of Laura. She was always robust, so rich in color, but her character changed with each passing day. Once we were in love, then suddenly the bottle ran dry.
JL, I should have known you’d write about Scotch. But who knew you could write about scotch so eloquently?
Laura liked a good yarn. Not just any yarn. It had to be alpaca.
Laura and I would get along.
Laura, to many would be considered mans best friend but to me she was a smelly, contankours ,blind and deaf golden retrieve my husband had for 10 years prior to our marriage. One Sunday, as we came back from Brunch, we found Laura had eaten my stash of cooking chocolate and my husband rushed here to the emergency vet only to be hit by a Mac truck. Now when ever I make chocolate cake for husband number 2, I always think of Laura and what happens when you love man’s best friend over your wife.
Bahaha! Hope he learned his lesson.
“Don’t fight me on this, Jeanne. Think of Laura and what it will mean for her future.” Ross scowled and shoved another bundle of $100 bills into the leather case.
Nice!
If I hadn’t been so quick to think of Laura I’d still be alive. But it’s a little too late to come to that conclusion when you’re free falling through thin air. And the knife is still there nailed in your back.
This is great, Barbara!
I think of Laura most during the summer months. The sun burns the scar on my forearm her teeth made. I can still see her menacing grin looking down on me from the top of the jungle gym, with my blood dripping from her mouth.
I am now terrified of the playground. lol.
awesome!
The old house groans in the wind, too quiet to silence the moans and dragging steps of the restless dead.
The other survivor sings “Think of Laura” over and over and over again, and each day is like the one before, until my own madness threatens me.
Darkness comes and I shuffle toward the door, hoping the dead are swift and hungry.
Best Zombie Themed Entry
The random generated numbers created the numeric name of Laura. And every time he looked at the numbers on the board, he had to think of Laura. He stopped and wondered where she was, she had been gone for so long. He picked up the eraser and started to wipe it across the board, and her face appeared where the numbers had been just moments before.
Ooh! creepy!
Think of Laura, my mother said when she warned me never to go into the forest. But I was in a hurry, and, besides, my sister would never hurt me, would she? I thought that, right up till the moment Laura sank her fangs into my neck.
I will think twice next time before I go into the woods.
Don’t tell me to think of Laura. I’ve done nothing else since that dark, dead November night when he strangled the life out of her. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to find out what taking your last breath feels like.
I think I need to read the rest of this story, Elaine!
I want to know whats happening next too! Sound like something that could do a full story…
As ‘Think of Laura’ played on the overhead Musac, the elevator descended deeper into the bowels of the building. The two dark suited brawlers surrounded him and cracked their knuckles. He swallowed hard and clamped his eyes shut, awaiting the first punch.
This one…I love.
I hired a rose in the absence of beauty, a vanquish to the drear. I placed it on the dresser, but the dresser disappeared. I tried to think of Laura, but her memory was gone; in age my fragile reverie fell victim to the dawn.
Now this? This is poetry.
Geez, wish I didn’t read all those fabulous entries before giving this a go…
Oh well, here’s mine:
She wore a red dress that flicked her thin pale knees and immediately made me think of Laura. As memory fragments flashed through my mind, I nearly dropped the tray of drinks I’d been about to offer my guests, who now stared at me with eyebrows quirked at a variety of angles. But I couldn’t answer them, because I didn’t know the answer myself; who in the world was Laura?
This is great Ellen!
“Stop thinking of Laura,” she said as she started flipping breakers. I focused on the commands I was punching into the terminal. “I wish I could, but I think I can get back.”
totally better late than never! Can’t wait to see your entry next month!
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