Procrastination

Procrastination

dictionary.com defines procrastination as “The act or habit of procrastinating, or putting off or delaying, especially something requiring immediate attention.” Fittingly, I’m post the writing prompt from last Friday on Monday. We generally take procrastination to be a less-than-positive trait, but in this case, let’s see if you can write a little Flashy Fiction in which your protagonist’s procrastination turns out to be a good thing. Don’t jump right on this, maybe get your story written by tomorrow…or Wednesday. <grin>

Create your own Flawed Character

Old card reading "Gruss vom Krampus"

A paladin
courtesy of pixabay
Wikipedia defines ‘Character Flaw’ as such: “In the creation and criticism of fictional works, a character flaw is a limitation, imperfection, problem, phobia, or deficiency present in a character who may be otherwise very functional. The flaw can be a problem that directly affects the character’s actions and abilities, such as a violent temper.”  Sometimes, even character attributes that might seem good, can be seem flawed when taken to extremes.  For instance, in Dungeons & Dragons, a paladin follows a strict moral code while also serving the will of his deity.  This typically includes never lying…which can cause problems for a group of adventurers.  Write a little Flashy Fiction that shows other characters reacting to your protagonist’s character flaw.

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The Garden of Allah

image of the original Garden of Allah hotel

The picture above is of the original Garden of Allah hotel, which opened in 1920’s.  It was a refuge for the Hollywood and artist elite for many years.  The Garden of Allah is also one of my favorite songs by Don Henley.  Like many of his other songs, it’s a perfect social commentary.  So today’s prompt has a few possibilities:  write a little Flashy Fiction inspired by the hotel or the idea behind the hotel, or by the song (lyrics and video link below), or by making a social commentary yourself.  If you go the social commentary route, the story need not have a thing to do with music or hotels.

Video:  The Garden of Allah  [Unfortunately, I was only able to find one link to the original video, so I am providing the Bing search result that will bring it up for playing because I’m not sure I want to link straight to the source.]

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

It was a pretty big year for fashion
A lousy year for rock and roll
The people gave their blessings to crimes of passion
It was a dark, dark night of the collective soul
Now was somewhere out on riverside
By the El Royale Hotel
When a stranger appeared in a cloud of smoke
I thought I knew him all too well

He said now that I have your attention
I got somethin’ I want to say
You may not want to hear it
I’m gonna tell it to you anyway
You know, I’ve always liked you, boy
Cause you were not afraid of me
But things are gonna get mighty rough
Here in Gomorrah-By-The-Sea

He said it’s just like home
It’s so damned hot, I can’t stand it
My fine seersucker suit is all soakin’ wet

And the hills are burning
The wind is raging
And the clock strikes midnight
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)

Nice car
I love those Bavarians, so meticulous
You know, I remember a time when things were a lot more
Fun around here
When good was good, and evil was evil
Before things got so, fuzzy
Yeah, I was once a golden boy like you
And I was summoned to the halls of power in the heavenly court
And I dined with the deities who looked upon me with favor
For my talents my creativity
And we sat beneath the palms in the warm afternoons
And drank the wine with Fitzgerald and Huxley

And they pawned a biting phrase
From tongues hot with blood
And drained their pens of bitter ink
Vainly reaching for the bottle full of empty Edens
Branded special for the ones
Who had come with great expectations
To the perfumed halls of Allah
For their time in the sun

We were stokin’ the fires
And oilin’ up the machinery
Until the gods found out we had ideas of our own

And the war was coming
The earth was shaking
And there was no more room
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)

Today I made an appearance downtown
I am an expert witness, because I say I am
And I said, gentleman, and I use that word loosely
I will testify for you
I’m a gun for hire, I’m a saint, I’m a liar
Because there are no facts, there is no truth
Just a data to be manipulated
I can get any result you like
What’s it worth to ya?
Because there is no wrong, there is no right
And I sleep very well at night
No shame, no solution
No remorse, no retribution
Just people selling T-shirts
Just opportunity to participate in the pathetic little circus
And winning, winning, winning

It was a pretty big year for predators
The marketplace was on a roll
And the land of opportunity
Spawned a whole new breed of men without souls
This year, notoriety got all confused with fame
And the devil is downhearted, baby
‘Cause there’s nothing left for him to claim

He said it’s just like home
It’s so low-down, I can’t stand it
I guess my work around here has all been done

And the fruit is rotten
The serpent’s eyes shine
As he wraps around the vine
In the Garden of Allah
(In the Garden of Allah)
(In the Garden of Allah)

Songwriters: DON HENLEY, JOHN R. COREY, PAUL GURIAN, STANLEY LYNCH
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

 

 

Old Playgrounds

Today’s video prompt is “This Used to be My Playground” by Madonna.  Give it a listen, see what memories it dredges up, and write a little Flashy Fiction based on the song, or the video, or whatever it inspires in you.

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

This used to be my playground
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

Don’t look back
Keep your head held high
Don’t ask them why
Because life is short
And before you know
You’re feeling old
And your heart is breaking
Don’t hold on to the past
Well that’s too much to ask

This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be my childhood dream
This used to be the place I ran to
Whenever I was in need
Of a friend
Why did it have to end
And why do they always say

No regrets
But I wish that you
Were here with me
Well then there’s hope yet
I can see your face
In our secret place
You’re not just a memory
Say goodbye to yesterday (the dream)
Those are words I’ll never say (I’ll never say)

This used to be my playground (used to be)
This used to be our pride and joy
This used to be the place we ran to
That no one in the world could dare destroy
This used to be our playground (used to be)
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
I wish you were standing here with me

This used to be our playground (used to be)
This used to be our childhood dream
This used to be the place we ran to
The best things in life are always free
Wishing you were here with me

Songwriters: SHEP PETTIBONE, MADONNA CICCONE
© Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Downtown Music Publishing

Always

Today’s video prompt is “Always” by Bon Jovi.  It’s a power ballad of longing and regret, of pleading for forgiveness and one more chance.  It’s a song of undying love.  Give it a listen and write a little Flashy Fiction based on the song, or the video, or whatever it inspires in you.

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*Here are the lyrics if you want to read over them

This Romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood
It’s nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It’s been raining since you left me
Now I’m drowning in the flood
You see I’ve always been a fighter
But without you I give up

Now I can’t sing a love song
Like the way it’s meant to be
Well, I guess I’m not that good anymore
But baby, that’s just me

Yeah I, will love you, baby
Always and I’ll be there
Forever and a day, always

I’ll be there ’til the stars don’t shine
‘Til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
I know when I die you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you, always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh
Some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye

What I’d give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips, to hold you near,
When you say your prayers, try to understand
I’ve made mistakes, I’m just a man

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you’ve been needing to hear
I’ll wish I was him, ’cause these words are mine,
to say to you ’til the end of time

Yeah I, will love you, baby
Always and I’ll be there
Forever and a day, always

If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There’s no price I won’t pay
To say these words to you

Well, there ain’t no luck in these loaded dice
But baby, if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams, and our old lives,
We’ll find a place  where the sun still shines

Yeah I, will love you, baby
Always and I’ll be there
Forever and a day, always

I’ll be there, till the stars don’t shine
‘Til the heavens burst and the words don’t rhyme
I know when I die you’ll be on my mind
And I’ll love you, always
Always

Songwriters: JON BON JOVI
© Universal Music Publishing Group