Sunny Henderson, Author

In My World, It's Always Sunny

Project #Trendprompt

As a personal challenge, each day I look at the trending topics on Twitter and make a 140-character (or less) writing prompt.  Try it!  And share yours with me! (Pssst!  I post under my pen name @Writers_Village on Twitter.  Follow me and I’ll follow back!)Maybe these little snippets will trigger a deeper story within.  Eventually I think I’m going to start making my daily trendprompts into one congruent story, using the next day’s prompt as a story twist.  You can use this in any way that gets you writing and thinking.  Be silly, be serious…. there is no limit!  Have fun with it!

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2-22-13

She licked the salt from the rim of her drink, but did not take a sip. They’d hurt her for the last time, and she wanted to remember that. (Today Is National Margarita Day)

2-23-13

Timidly, she offers her first name, and I pen a small note to her on the inner cover of my book. Together we fulfill a dream (#BeforeIDieIWanna)

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2-24-13

We moved like water, flowing around one another on the busy crosswalk. His shoulder met mine in a glancing blow. “Wait!”  (#GalaxyAtWork)

 2-25-13

I turned to him, annoyed. The jostling made me spill half of my latte. “I know you! Weren’t you in that Hunger Games movie?” (Jennifer Lawrence)

2-26-13

I slowed. “Really? Do girls actually fall for that?” 

“What? You really do look like her.” 

He lied, but I smiled anyway. (#thingsgirlslike)

2-27-13

A girl behind me slammed into my back, distracted by her cell phone. 

“Watch it!” She cried, annoyed by my existence, I guess. (#iOnlyGetMadWhen)

2-28-13

The remainder of my latte crashed to the ground, and I nearly burst out in tears. A good cup of joe made or broke my day. (#SimpleJoysOfLife)

3-1-13

He eyed the puddle of my favorite drink and my forlorn expression. “Hey, Hunger Games–let’s get you another coffee. My treat.” (#WeakFor)

3-2-13

“First, a riddle.” I challenged, hand on hip.  “What’s the first word that pops in your head when I say ‘Justin Bieber’?” (#OperationMakeBieberSmile)

3-3-13
“Who’s Justin Bieber?” He asked. I couldn’t bring myself to ask if he was serious.  He’d offered to buy me coffee, after all.  (#AutomaticTurnOns)

3-4-13

He narrowed his eyes.”Wait. Team Edward or Jason?” 

“Jacob?” Oops. I buried my face in my hands. Way to play it cool. (#FictionalCharactersIWantToMarry)

3-5-13

“Look, I really don’t care whose team you’re on,” he confessed. “What I really want is for you to smile again.”

 And it worked. (#HowToMakeMeSmile)

3-6-13

Exactly nine minutes later, we tucked into a booth with our coffees. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.  (#WhitePeopleActivities)

3-7-13
“A picture of your drink? Why?”
“Why not? It’s beautiful!”
Though I’d never considered it before, he was absolutely right.  (#ICanHonestlySay)

3-8-13

“So, what is it you do?” I asked, stirring my coffee. 

“That’s not what’s important,” he shrugged. “That’s not what defines me.” (#ICouldCareLessAbout)

3-9-13

“But to answer your question, I’m a courier.” He sighed. “Not exactly a superhero like my childhood dream. Maybe someday.”

(#ChildhoodConfessionNight)

3-10-13

“No way! I used to run around the house in my boots and bathing suit pretending to be Wonder Woman.” I laughed, blushing.

(#MentionSomeoneCuteandBeautiful)

3-12-13

“I may or may not have formed my own A-Team. Remember the A-Team?” It was his turn to look embarassed. “I was Hannibal.” (#A-Team)

3-13-13

“What’s so wrong with being a courier? I bet you deliver good news all day. That’s kind of like a superhero.” I insisted.

(#BeAmazing)

3-14-13

He shrugged, “Yeah, but I also deliver awful news. Divorce papers, legal papers, all of the worst kinds of papers you can get.”

(#BreakUpLines)

3-15-13

“Don’t you think all of that’s not always the end, but maybe the start of something better?” He squinted. “Are you a poet?”

(#NothingFeelsBetterThan)

3-16-13

Was it really that obvious? “Actually, I’m a writer. But waiting tables pays the bills, kind of.”

(#3dollarsub)

3-17-13

A corner of his mouth turned upward, sending my stomach into acrobatics. “A writer? I wonder how our story turns out.”

(#ifwedate)

3-18-13

What I couldn’t tell him was that I used to be THAT girl, the one who wrote the end of the romance first. I killed the romance.
(#singlebecause)

3-19-13

“I’m a writer, yeah, but it doesn’t mean I write about everything.” 

“Don’t you?” He asked, peering over his coffee cup.  
(#WhyDoPeopleAlwaysThink)
3-20-13

“Maybe.” I teased. My phone began to chime from within my purse, plunging me back into the real world. “Crap! What time is it?”

(#10ThingsYouHateToDo)

3-21-13

“I’m sorry I made you late,” he said. “But I’m not sorry you spilled your coffee. Can I call you sometime?

(#WhyISmile)


3-22-13

“No, but you can call me Kayla.” He didn’t laugh at my nervous attempt at humor. I looked away, hoping he’d forget my lameness.

(#TheMostAnnoyingThingsEver)

3-23-13

When he smiled and offered me his business card instead of pointing out my awful joke, I took it as a sign.

(#Andrew Smith  ….  To which, I say, “who?”)

3-24-13

I stared at his card for days, anxious to call but only able to hear my mom’s instruction on the propriety of women phoning men.

(#LiesIveToldMyParents)

3-25-13

On day eight, I defied my mother.

(#ConfessionNight)

3-26-13

Instead of sounding excited to hear from me, he sounded mostly asleep. It took him a minute to place me. Awkward.

(#ThoughtsInBed)

3-27-13

3-28-13

I nearly ended the call instead of waiting for him to place me. “Coffee-lover by day, hot librarian by night?” He joked.

(#WakeUpHappy)

 

 

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