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RecrudescenceA man in his fifties lay in his hospital bed, surrounded by white sheets, baskets of fruit, and get-well-soon cards. He tried to sit up, but found himself gasping for breath. He lowered himself down.Recrudescence by Clevina.For some reason, he wanted to be a good man. He had an uneasy feeling that the liver had not been easy to get, but he prevented himself from imagining too much. The liver was his now.
He closed his eyes, trying to sort out the mess in his head. He wondered what his liver donor was like. Had he, or she, also been lying on a hospital bed? Surrounded by white sheets, baskets of fruit, and get-well-soon cards? No, no, he reasoned. His donor would be dead. There would be no fruit or cards for someone who had already died.
He rubbed his forehead and sighed deeply. It was becoming hard to think. The regret had begun to set in. The years of drinking, parties, women, debauchery, these were all things he shouldn't have done. He should have taken care of himself, taken care of the people close to him. He missed his ex-wife. His latest mistress had been here earlier, but he waved her away. She meant nothing to him. Now he was alone in room, swathed in white sheets.
He was afraid.
This is a wickedly interesting story, rife with irony. Clevina
cleverly and smoothly unfolds the story within the six-word story, "New liver. Break out the champagne!", from its clinical beginning, to the bittersweet end, and takes you through a carefully charted journey of futility.
My critique on the piece is here.
Make up a word (not a name, unless you have something amazing, in which case, go for it - think of verbs, adjectives, and the like), or choose a made-up word from here
, with a definition, and then write something about that word! For example, if I chose the word fitzcarraldo
, I could write a story about a bird that suddenly had the immediate and passionate desire (indeed, the fitzcarraldo) to become a cuckoo clock. Run with it - incorporate the word/your word however you wish into your work; don't forget to tell us the definition of it!
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Here are some other resources (from around the internet) chockfull of prompts for both prose and poetry, ready to help you out if you're in need of any. Right now, we only have four; if you have any suggestions for prompts or for resources or anything related at all, let us know in the comments, that'd be great! Outside dA: Language is a Virus. NaPoWriMo archive. Toasted Calendar. Easy Street Prompts.Groups:
And these are some amazing prompts Groups from inside deviantART. Be sure to check them out if you want something more to work on!