Writing prompt: what happened?
While wandering through the streets of Rabat in Morocco we happened upon this lovely looking cafe.
Not a single customer despite the establishment being open at the time, and with a wonderful view over the river estuary and the Atlantic Ocean.
I wonder what happened?
Writing prompt: let your imagination run wild with the possibilities. What happened to all of the customers? Is there any significance in all of the furniture being painted blue?
Good writing.
Musician, Rabat, Morocco
On our visit to Rabat, the capital city of Morocco, we were exploring the Kasbah des Oudaias with its twisting lanes and narrow streets when we came across this musician. He was singing while playing his three-stringed lute – I think it’s called a guinbri or santir and is common and popular throughout western Africa.
Writing prompt:
- Who is this man?
- Why is he singing in public?
- What is his background story?
When I am faced with writing a short story based on an image or photograph or something I’ve seen, I start with the person’s name. I don’t know the name of the man in the photo, so I will have to make one up. I try to be authentic to the setting. I ask a few questions, like those above. Other questions like “what is he doing – and why?” often start a stream of ideas.
I let the story take over, directing my thoughts and just getting down the words as they come.
If the character takes over the narrative and demands to have her story told, that’s exciting. Just go with the flow. Get the words down quickly; editing and rewriting come later.
Good writing.
Writing prompt – what’s behind the window?
On our visit to the Rabat, the capital of Morocco, my attention was grabbed by this intriguing, yet, beautiful, set of windows in the Kasbah des Oudaias.
The writer in me started wondering: what’s behind the windows?
Who lives here? What are the stories of the people living here?
If the windows could tell, what stories would they weave.
This quaint, simple scene is evocative of the mysterious, magical Morocco we experienced throughout our tour.
Could this be the setting for a poem?
A short story?
A murder mystery – or a tearful romance?
Good writing.
Pots on a wall
We saw these beautiful, ornate pots while visiting Rabat, the capital city of Morocco. Our guide took us on a meandering walk through some narrow lanes in the Kasbah des Oudaias. I was fascinated by this set of large pots on a wall next to someone’s front door. They appear to have been recently cemented in place. Why? I have no idea.
We visited a number of sites while in Rabat, this older part being a UNESCO World Heritage area.
Writing prompt:
Use your imagination to answer one or more of these questions:
- Why are the pots on the wall?
- Who put them there?
- What have they been used for?
- Who lives behind the wall?
Incorporate some of your answers into a story about a person who lives in this old city. Or tell the story from the point of view of one of the pots.
Good writing.
Short story starters
It has been a long time since I last listed here a set of story openers. So I thought it was an opportune time to add another in this popular series.
1. Jacinta knew it would be the last time they would meet. Sadly, she turned away and walked…
2. Kelly froze. The shattered glass had crackled under her shoe. She took another step, hardly daring to…
3. Lauren strolled to the door and opened it enough to see who was there. “Peter! You’re the last person I would have expected to…
4. It took all of twenty seconds for Morris to realise what the strange sound meant. By then it was almost too late. He…
5. In the distance Nat could see dust billowing skywards. “At last,” he said to anyone within hearing range. “About time too…
6. Penny slowly dressed in her favourite colours, including her favourite blue top, picked up her phone and purse and firmly locked the door as she left the house. This was to be the last time she…
7. Quentin hated his name. In fact, he hated most things about himself, his job, his home and even his so-called friends. He decided to…
8. At last Ros reached the decrepit building on Seventh Avenue. It was just as she remembered it the night she had…
9. With a delighted grin, Steve climbed into the cockpit and…
10. Terry never knew what hit him. Observers say he never had a chance. His fate was sealed the moment he…
Conditions of use:
- Feel free to use any of the story starters listed above. Change anything to suit your needs.
- Give it your best shot.
- Edit your work carefully before sending it off to a publisher or posting it on your blog.
- Let me know in the comments section how it went.
- If you publish your story on your web site or on your blog let me know so I can make a link to it for others to read.