Anatomy Of A Picture Prompt
The Picture Prompt. A staple of bloggers everywhere.
For non-bloggers the concept is easy:
- Take a picture, any picture, of anything.
- Write about it.
Types of Picture Prompts you could write:
- A Story
- An Epic Poem Like The Illad
- A Hundred Word Story
- A Song
- An Essay
- A Novella
- A List
Side Note: I don’t understand the hundred word story. Is it the challenge of trying to squeeze something coherent in as few words as possible? Sort of like a hair metal song?
Sexy Side Note: I have a picture prompt tattooed on my right calf and a hundred word story tattooed on my left.
For my Picture Prompt, I was given this:
And I have decided to do my picture prompt in Haiku Form:
Sex On The Couch
Is Much More Fun Without The
Acid Cushion Seat
—–
Skeletons Do Not
Make Good Company Or Even
Really Good Porn Stars
——-
I Waited Forever
For You To Take Off Your Clothes
Is It Cold In Here?
—–
If You Look Closely
You Can Almost See Nipple
No Vagina Though
—–
Skeletons Can Not
Produce Erections In Their
Empty Boner Holes
——
~Fin~
Meanwhile, Rants’ diet continues to produce mixed results…
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You took the die in diet too far…
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*collapses*
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You OK?
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Ah, the self-portrait post. Classic. *grin*
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Yes. You look good.
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Me? I’m all bones; no skin.
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Bones and sunglasses!
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Empty Boner Holes
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Is always a sad thing
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Devastating
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You and my teenage sons should collaborate. With phrases like ‘Empty Boner Holes,’ they would think you the Walt Whitman of their generation…
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They already do 😉
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i love how you ended with a zinger!
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Zing!
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The picture reminds me of a cartoon I saw in an early 1970’s feminist newsletter. It had a picture of a skeleton laying next to a woman. The caption? “He told me to eat him, so I did.”
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Been there.
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And lived to tell about it?
I don’t remember the ’60’s, but that’s because it happened in a galaxy far, far away. 🙂
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I feel hot and cold all at the same time, Chris. I can’t explain it! A perfect ending. She sure seems happy about something.
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A little creepy / happy…
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As I gaze on you
Jealousy begins to swell
starvation starts now
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Ps. Happy haiku…
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Happy haiku to you too.
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Just popped into my head: “Hey, baby… why not scoot closer? I’ve got a nice bone for you…”
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Perfect! Next time you get this picture and I get the robot.
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