Another Word Prompt Table: 100 this time!

001. Crash 002. Dim 003. Futile 004. Erratic 005. Loved
006. Soft 007. Hold 008. Shackles 009. Broken 010. Precious
011. Odds and Ends 012. Tea 013. Twisted 014. Echo 015. Soothe
016. Fight 017. Naked 018. Push 019. Alive 020. New
021. Born 022. Murmur 023. Devious 024. Isolation 025. Starve
026. Breakable 027. Winter 028. Ignore 029. Colour 030. Grace
031. Belong 032. Choke 033. Reach 034. Difficult 035. Heat
036. Veneer 037. Fall 038. Nightmare 039. Contagious 040. Good riddance
041. Goodbye 042. Scarred 043. Last dance 044. Burn 045. Steady
046. Monster 047. Voodoo 048. Shine 049. Intent 050. Camping
051. Grave 052. Machine 053. Destination 054. Nowhere 055. Garden
056. I know 057. Dust 058. Dream 059. Destiny 060. Spring
061. Sigh 062. Fingertips 063. Waiting 064. Playboy 065. Revenge
066. July 067. Desire 068. Free 069. Celebration 070. Stars
071. Morgue 072. Space 073. Whitewash 074. Alone 075. Coma
076. Letters 077. Phone call 078. Music 079. Silence 080. Cards
081. Emblem 082. Elephant 083. Monopoly 084. Reality 085. Serenity
086. Bone 087. Chalk dust 088. Manuscript 089. Ink 090. Perfection
091. Ring 092. Drive 093. Missing 094. Full moon 095. New direction
096. Writer’s Choice 097. Writer’s Choice 098. Writer’s Choice 099. Writer’s Choice 100. Writer’s Choice

Another Prompt table, again from 100 Prompts over at Livejournal. Getting ready for NaNo already!

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Day Eleven of NaNo

         Well, despite being gone most of the day today (Christmas ornament shopping, yes it’s a thing) and being really tired, I still managed to come in at over 2,500 words today, bringing my word count to 32,549. My nano stats are actually telling me I’d only need to write about 875 words a day to finish by the 30th. 

         Anyway, the word I used for today’s prompt is family. 

         The fill is kind of based on my own family’s Christmas: controlled chaos, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Prompt for 11-11-13: Family

         Kenna stirred the mashed potatoes, listening to the din coming from the living room. Christmas Day, and every corner of her grandmother’s house was alive.

         In the kitchen, nearly every inch of flat surface was covered with either food, china for plating food, or silverware, always the family silverware, for eating food. In the dining room, her sister and cousin Ashlyn argued about how to best arrange the candles on the table. That would only get worse when Ashlyn’s sister Cameron reminded them that they had to split the candles between two years this year.

         From the living room came the sounds of Christmas carols on the piano, as her aunt tried to play and teach little Riley and Emily at the same time. She could only imagine Melody was hovering, trying to distract the kids at least a little bit.

         Her father was cutting in the the ham while her brother chatted with their uncles, the football game abandoned. The older of her aunts tried to salvage the slightly runny sweet potato casserole.

         And in the center of it all, right in her element, tugged on by child, grandchild, and great-grandchild alike, was her grandmother, overseeing the carving of the meat.

         Kenna knew that, if anyone that wasn’t part of the family were to stop by, they’d probably see chaos. People running in and out of the kitchen, carrying three things in two hands. Kids chasing cats, parents chasing kids.

         In a way, Kenna thought with a smile, it was kind of chaotic. But really, she couldn’t imagine her family any other way.

          There were fights and arguments, injured pride and wounds to lick. There’d be disagreements over dinner, too many opinions in one room.

         But at the end of the day, faults, flaws, and disagreements and all, it was all a part of their family. Family was family, and Kenna knew that she wouldn’t change her’s for the world.

         As soon as the food was ready and the table was set, her grandmother herded everyone into the dining room to say grace. Before she closed her eye, Kenna took a glance around the room, four generations under one roof, all here together.

         Problems and all, she wouldn’t have them any other way.

Day Ten of NaNo: Word Prompts

         So, since I’m over par on my nano count again today, I decided I’d try something new. (I’m at 2,884 so far today)

         I posted a prompt table here yesterday, well, sort of. It didn’t exactly come out looking like I’d thought that it would. Anyway, I’ve decided to do my own prompts everyday, provided I beat par on my word count. I’m also going to try to post my own fill.

         If anyone would like to make a suggestions for a prompt, I’ll be happy to post them too. 🙂

Prompt for 11-10-13: Picture

         Kenna dug through the boxes, trying to get the last of her things packed before the morning got to late. Evin and Melody would be here before long to help with the final trip from Baltimore to D.C.

         She was digging around in the back of her closet when something stabbed her palm.

         Kenna jerked her hand back with a curse, inspecting her hand. There was a cut across her hand. Not deep, but bleeding. She grabbed a tissue from her dresser and pressed it against the cut.

         Frowning, Kenna carefully pulled out the last bit of rogue clothes and blankets, trying to figure out what had cut her.

         As soon as she’d pulled out the last jacket, something shining caught her eye. A jagged piece of glass. Looking closer, Kenna realized it was the remnants of a picture frame.

         Carefully, she pulled removed the glass and put it in the garbage bag she’d pulled out earlier. Then, she turned her attention to the rest of the frame, lifting it up off of the floor.

         She stopped as soon as she realized what the picture was.

        It was a picture of her Baptism. A picture of her Baptism with a family that she barely remembered.

         She was held in her father’s arms over the baptismal font, with Evin standing in front, grinning from ear to ear. And there was her mother, holding the candle, smiling happily.

         When was the last time that she’d any of them that happy together?

         This might have been the last time it had been that way. By the time for Ainsley’s Baptism had come around, the cracks were already showing.

         Things had already been broken.

         Maybe there was a metaphor in there somewhere.

         She ran index finger along the smiling image of her mother’s face, mindful of the broken glass that still lingered in the frame. She must have thrown the picture in the closet in a fit of anger. She didn’t even remember having the picture.

         She stared at it for a moment longer before she turned the frame over and carefully removed the picture. The frame went in the trash.

         The picture went, loose, into an album, and then into a box, moving with her to the next chapter.

Word Prompt Table

001. First kiss 002. Final 003. Numb 004. Broken wings 005. Melody
006. Rules 007. Chocolate 008. Nostalgia 009. Heartbeat 010. Stranger
011. Confusion 012. Bitter 013. Afterlife 014. Daybreak 015. Audience
016. Endless sorrow 017. Fireworks 018. Wishing 019. Happy birthday to you 020. Tomorrow
021. Oppression 022. Agony 023. Return 024. Protection 025. Boxes
026. Hope 027. Preparation 028. Beautiful 029. Lies 030. Underneath
031. Hide 032. Diary 033. Unforeseen 034. Conditional 035. Gone
036. Clear skies 037. Heartache 038. Wired 039. Insanity 040. Foolish
041. Words 042. Study 043. Punctual 044. Piggybank 045. Shooting star
046. Writer’s Choice 047. Writer’s Choice 048. Writer’s Choice 049. Writer’s Choice 050. Writer’s Choice

Prompt table that I borrowed from 100 Prompts over on LiveJournal. I put it on here so that I could keep track of it, since there doesn’t seem to be a daily prompt thread on the NaNo forums this year. I’d volunteer to do it, but I’d probably get sidetracked.

Cheers,

Mayuuya (Chelses)

Edit: Yikes, that’s not how it looks in my preview. I can’t find a way to change it, so the prompts for the far right hand side are: 5- Melody, 10- Stranger, 15- Audience, 20- Tomorrow, 25- Boxes, 30- Underneath, 35- Gone, 40- Foolish, 45- Shooting Star, 50- another Writer’s Choice