Just got home from my improv writing night. I was so nervous the first time I attended, but now it’s one of the highlights of my month. Three hours of drinking wine and writing and talking and sharing about techniques and books and plots and all these things that we writers are passionate about.
If you’re not familiar with improv writing, it’s simple. You take a writing prompt. Take some amount of time, like ten minutes. Write a short story.
No goal. No outline. No need to worry about turning it into anything. Just having fun. Working on skills.
It’s fun to just write not focused on novels, blogs, wondering what people will think, what their opinions will be. Just writing for the passion of it.
I was told one of my stories was romantic and inspired feelings of hunger, so thought I would share it with all of you.
The Prompt: Right now, looking around this room, I know what love looks like.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
It towered over the rest of the table, a multi-tiered fountain of perfection. An unbroken stream of liquid gold bubbling and burbling as it flowed from the top down into the other two levels. It was brown and drab but for all its non-descript nature it was the most wonderful thing I had ever seen.
The scent of sugar tickled my nose as I spied the mountain of ruby red strawberries. The hunks of sunflower yellow pineapple. Marshmellows as fluffy as the pillows of any five star hotel. Twisted rods of pretzels dotted thickly with crystal squares of salt. Hunks of spongy agel food cake whispering how much it wanted to soak up all the goodness of the fountain.
My chin quivered as I stared at the enormous table engulfing the tiny dining area of our apartment.
“You got me chocolate.”
It came out as a whisper, like one would use when speaking to Jesus on the cross in a church.
Jake just smiled. “You said surprise you.”
I tried to respond but words escaped me. How? How had he managed this gorgeousness?
I ran my finger down the linen tablecloth, the threads so fine it felt like silk.
I shook my head in disbelief. “Why? I mean, it’s just us.”
He smiled and took me in his arms. “It’s the first night of the rest of our lives. And I wanted to show you what it’s like to be a princess.”