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Play with 20 Scene Building Prompts — 4 Comments

  1. Hi Nancy,
    In Ron Carlson’s language, you have given yourself a lot of useful inventory in scene #1 and offered the surprise toward the end that the speaker is a new innkeeper. Nice!

    In the second, I might try some rearranging:

    SCENE #2

    “ I’m a dairy farmer, Mrs.” The man’s checked shirt and carefully pressed overalls gave him away.

    In fact, all twenty of the healthy looking men who had checked into my inn and overwhelmed me by filing into my small Victorian parlor were farmers. Ned, who turned out to be their burley leader, stood at least a half foot taller than all the rest, his bushy red hair crying out for a good hair cut.

    “We are all here from Wisconsin to give the Louisville Farm Machinery Show the once over,“ He thrust a huge hand forward and smiled that wonderful broad smile I soon became so fond of…”

  2. Hi Sheila,

    Thank you for these wonderful prompts to create scenes. I look forward to trying #4, #6, #10, #11, #18, and #20. I already have an idea for #18 – a difficult situation which will be about the time my mom’s purse was stolen. But I also may try writing from my mom’s point of view to capture the difficult moment when two of my siblings didn’t arrive home after elementary school one day.

    These prompts sparked a lot of ideas for me.

    Thank you!
    Cyndi

  3. Building scenes and using fictive techniques is what I’ve been working on lately, so this article really appealed to me. I’ve re-written part of draft of an idea I have for a memoir. I’m just starting to learn how to create scenes

    SCENE #1
      The bite of winter penetrated my feet as I walked across the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. I grabbed my long sleeved Henley, pulled it over my head, and buttoned it up to the neck. Then tugged on a pair of corduroys and a wool sweater.

    I shuffled through the kitchen door and filled the coffee grinder with French Roast. Inhaling the lovely, heady smell of freshly ground coffee, I reached for my old friend. Several pages floated to the floor as I searched the cookbook for recipes “Gotta find something special, but easy, ” I said aloud.

         Heavy thumping overhead distracted me, as bright sunlight made its way through the antique glass of the side door and flooded the kitchen.

    “Today I am a city-certified honest-to God innkeeper.” What a scary thought. I knew absolutely nothing about inn keeping. Saliva,warm and salty, filled my mouth and butterflies danced up and down in my stomach. “Do I know what the hell I’m doing? Don’t think about it,” I said out loud again.

    The thumping had moved to the head of the staircase on the second floor and one by one the stairs began to creak with the weight of each and every house guest.

    SCENE #2
    Last night, ten healthy looking farmers, had checked into my inn and overwhelmed me by filing into my small Victorian parlor. Ned, their burley leader, stood at least a half foot taller than all the rest, his bushy red hair crying out for a good hair cut.

    “ I’m a dairy farmer, Mrs.” His checked shirt and carefully pressed overalls gave him away.

    “We are all here from Wisconsin to give the Louisville Farm Machinery Show the once over,“ He thrust a huge hand forward and smiled that wonderful broad smile I soon became so fond of…”

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