That is probably what you are thinking right now, and I will give you the answer:
A Prompttortunity is an opportunity to write a story from a given prompt.
Prompt- Idiom- Take a prompt, (in acting, or in this case, in writing.) to move or speak in response to a cue.
Opportunity- noun- A good position, chance, or prospect, as for advancement or success.
Now you have them together, and this is how it works:
I'm going to create a prompt, or find one online to borrow (with credit to the author), and I will be writing my own fictional story with that prompt. My challenge to you, my blog viewers, will be to take the same prompt and write your own version of the prompt; I want you to write your own fictional adventure with the prompt I give and either: A) post it in the comments as a 'short story', or B) send me your story through the email I give you.
A prompttortunity is not a challenge in where one wins a prize if their story is the most creative. A prompttortunity is a chance to write a short story for other people to read, and a chance to see how everyone else wrote their stories all from the exact same prompt.
I hope you guys have some fun with this idea of mine, I know I will :)
Prompt:
He felt entirely underdressed...
Now, start the story with the prompt, or finish the story with the prompt. The prompt can even be somewhere in the middle, Just have fun with it :)
My story:
The Birthday.
The situation was indeed quite unusual. The crowd of people dancing made him shy away, with their brightly colored outfits and well done hair, He stood out like a rock among the roses in the midst of all the beautiful party goers, but he was not there for those people, though he felt entirely underdressed standing by them in his denim jeans and patched jacket. He was there only for her, and he could not help but smile when he saw her.
She was simply elegant, like royalty, standing alone on the outskirts of the dance floor in her powdered pink dress. Her dark brown hair was in perfect ringlets against her shoulders, they bounced as she turned her head to look at the dancers. Her beauty took his breath away and he made his way across the floor to her, even though his heart threatened to burst from his chest with every step he made. She looked up as he approached. Her light pink lips parted in a smile at the sight of him and she ran to meet him the rest of the way. They embraced, and he held her close. "I'm so glad you came, John!" she pulled back to smile up at him, he was so much taller than her petite self. He laughed softly "How could I miss this? Happy Birthday, Alice."
The End.
A bit rough for a quick short story, but that is the fun part.
Your turn :)
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