http://writingprompts.tumblr.com/post/17477297690/my-28-most-tried-and-true-writing-prompts
Follow that link to check out his 28 favorites I assume. Here is my attempt at my first writing prompt via his blog. The schtuff I write for each prompt will be in the color blue. Ok, here goes.
They came around the corner slowly, but it seemed fast at the same time. It was all a blur because sweat was dripping into my fifth eye and I couldn't see what was going on. I looked away as the judges came closer. I tried to make time stop by looking away. My parents weren't even there beside me but instead thought even my project was so horrible that they'd go meander around and look at the others. You see, I've never been a great student. This science project was the only piece of work I put hours into, but the fact that even my parents weren't impressed gave me reason to believe I should've left my project right there as well.
I took a quick glance over to see if the judges were close to my table yet. Only three away. I looked at one of the judges faces and he looked critical. His chin was cradled by his two fingers and he glared right into the students eye while the other two mindlessly seemed to jot down things on their clipboards. I knew it, I knew he was going to be a hard nosed schmuck. I shook my head and and knew I couldn't start making up scenarios before they had even come to my table.
It was my baby, my child. Okay, I know. I probably sound like some crazed middle aged scientist but this project had been the only thing I had been giving my time to for the past three months. My parents even thought I had changed from this project. I looked over to see the judges inch closer, and the girl they had just previously evaluated burst out into a manic state of tears. She ran across the room wailing for her mother. Now my heart is racing.
Will the judges even ask my name? What if I vomit on them? What would be the first thing I could say? I guess the first thing I should say is, "It's called Earth."
To be continued. I'm sleepy.
