Writing Prompt – You Have Five Minutes

So, after things being quiet here for a while it seems we’ve had a burst of activity, with new stories and series popping up and the NHP poll.  Always one to latch onto something popular (like Breaking Bad), I thought I’d pop in and see if we can get the creative juices flowing with an idea for a quick scene.

Here’s the plan – I’ve thought of a basic scenario, and you, dear readers, can come up with something based on it.  It might be a treatment laying out a TV or movie scene.  It might be a few bullet points of what you’d do in that situation.  It might be a whole story, the plot launching from that single idea.  It’s up to you.  Let’s see what you come up with.

Here’s the scenario – Amy is your friend, or your spouse, or your significant other, or your roommate, or your roommate’s girlfriend, or your roommate’s girlfriend’s cousin’s friend’s uncle’s roommate’s dogsitter.  And after a lovely summer evening unwinding from a long day at work, Amy has suddenly decided to give you five minutes to wam her in any way you want.  The catch?  You have five minutes starting right this second.  Probably not enough time to head to the Fetish Hut to buy an elaborate costume, or to stock up on gallons of custard at the supermarket.  So you’ve got whatever clothes and consumables are on hand, and five minutes to use them.  What do you do?

And if you want to write a story about a guy, feel free to substitute Amy for Brandon.  Or maybe you’re Brandon and Amy’s tricking you.  Mwahaha.

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4 Responses to Writing Prompt – You Have Five Minutes

  1. yuck53 says:


    I imagine you haven’t been watching Taskmaster but… it sounds like you’ve been watching Taskmaster.


  2. TripleWAM says:

    Hmm, sounds interesting. Think I’ll have a go at writing a story from this at the weekend.


  3. yuck53 says:

    Since this seems sooo Taskmaster I’m going to respond in the tried and tested trick of Taskmaster, the key is in what the instructions don’t say.

    So Amy hasn’t given me time to go get anything I might want to gunge her with. Fortunately, I’ve got some I prepared earlier, Amy body mass in smelly, icky, sticky pink gunge.

    Amy’s going on a trip to the bathroom, she’ll be an oil painting, sorry soiled painting, when she comes out.


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