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Holiday Writers’ Dash Prompts for Week Beginning 24th December, 2012

Published on Monday, December 24, 2012 by

Please note that although we will be providing you with dash words throughout the holiday period, we will not be meeting in Second Life® until the New Year. May we take this opportunity to wish you a peaceful Christmas.

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am: Twinkle

pm: Icicle


am: Nativity

pm: Sleigh bells


am: Glisten

pm: Incandesce


am: Northern Lights

pm: Arctic


Friday is now our dedicated dash and drabble (100-word story) day, inspired and encouraged by our good friend Crap Mariner. Crap’s weekly challenge this week is ‘chance‘. Try using both the dash prompt and the 100-word story prompt to create a Dash ‘n’  Drabble. Once you have your 100-word story feel free to add it to the comments section of this blog post as well as to Crap’s site.

am: Lambent

pm: Blizzard

Please feel free to add your dash pieces to the comments section of this blog post below.


I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?

The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PDT. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.

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Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.

6 Responses
    • Twinkle
      It’s the season to be jolly, the e-reader burped to the sound of a merry song. It was full. We simply eat too much during these festivities, don’t we? The Christmas gift glistened wrapped in gold and red ribbons. Twinkle, twinkle, and here they come. The smiles and thank yous flooded throughout the room in a cacophony of joy. The e-reader was happy too. The evil smirk on its screen, undoubtedly uploaded by a terribly wicked soul, was the perfect opening curtain for a lovely present filled with the most dignifying horror stories, the most intriguing love affairs and the least expected endings to disgustingly charming crimes. Life was good. In the meantime, the e-reader secretly plotted to have an obtuse software problem and drive its oh so cuddly owner to despair. How quickly the joy of the season can turn into a wretched feeling of gloom. It’s a season to be gloomy, burped the e-reader merrily.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Sleigh Bells
      “I hear them, I hear them!”
      The list was still being written.
      “The naughty, the nice, and Billy-Bob.”
      Santa read through the list again and again.
      “Why isn’t Billy-Bob listed as either naughty or nice? Every year, it’s the same thing. Billy-Bob needs to learn a lesson. Elf?”
      The elf rushed in.
      “No present for Billy-Bob.”
      The elf nodded.
      “We are late!” Santa ran out the door and hurried away.
      After an exhausting trip throughout the world, Santa was surprised to see Billy-Bob standing at his door, arms crossed and looking even more crossed than his arms.
      “Santa, where is my present?”
      “Billy-Bob, don’t be insolent, there’s no present for you this year.”
      “You don’t behave for the first six months of the year. Then you behave like an angel. I never know whether to list you as naughty or as nice.”
      “Nice, of course.”
      “Every single year, Billy-Bob, every single year.”
      Billy-Bob frowned, clutching his arms closer to his chest.
      “I want my present.”
      “No. Go home and behave. Perhaps next year you’ll receive a present, IF you’re nice.”
      Billy-Bob walked away, not before knocking down the snowman’s hat and kicking the sleigh, making its bells chuckle, amused by the scene.
      “I’m taking a note of that, Billy-Bob,” yelled Santa.
      The next year, as he was preparing for Christmas, Santa saw a box at his doorstep. He opened it. Inside, there was nothing but a card. It said “Dear Santa, you’re taking the year off. No Christmas. I have the list, I have the sleigh, and I have the bells. I took the elves too. Signed, Billy-Bob”
      Santa was furious. He trotted down from the Pole straight to Billy-Bob’s house.
      “Open this door immediately. From now on, you’re on the naughty list, do you hear me?”
      Billy-Bob looked through the window and waved defiantly.
      Santa was livid. He kicked the door in and grabbed the kid by the arm, dragging him outside. With the elves rushing out behind them. They had never seen Santa angry. Billy-Bob’s parents couldn’t believe their eyes either.
      And Billy-Bob’s smug face anticipated the long overdue revenge. “Even you are a bit naughty sometimes, aren’t you, Santa?”
      Santa froze, waking up from a stupor of rage. He let go of the kid and crossed his arms over his chest.
      “Elves, let’s go home.”
      Santa did manage to give each child in the world a present in time, even Billy-Bob. His gift was a note. It said “Dear Billy-Bob, you’re taking another year off. No Christmas. I have the list, I have the sleigh, and I have the bells. I took the elves too. See you next year. Signed, Santa”
      And this was how a long-lasting war between a kid and Santa started, a war that would inevitably teach each one of them a few things!
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Incandescense
      Surrounded by lights,
      I sit and listen.
      It’s Christmas, it’s Christmas.
      So bright, so bright.
      Surrounded by lights,
      I wonder and glisten.
      A gleam of trust,
      A sparkle of joy,
      A shimmer of hope.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Arctic
      She missed the Arctic. She had traveled up north a long time ago, as her younger years seemed eternal. Today, as she floated in the clear blue warm sea, she missed the quietness, the brightness, the peace. A seagull flew by, languidly flapping her wings. The sun was setting and the day coming to an end. As she closed her eyes, she suddenly realized she also had peace, brightness and quietness here, and it seemed to match her years coming to an end. She smiled. Life had been good to her.
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Lambent Chance
      A book of clouds, that was my gift.
      I opened it and turned the pages randomly. A face, a mushroom, a flying saucer, a world of lambent pictures in the sky. They made my child smile and point and laugh and giggle for no reason.
      By chance, I opened the book on a page where the clouds had formed a 6, his age. He stopped, staring at the photo, then looked up.
      “That’s me!”
      “Yes, that’s your age,” I replied.
      He beamed and said “I have been to the sky!”
      Being a kid is such an amazing thing, isn’t it?
      ©2012 Lizzie Gudkov

    • Daily Dash, 12-28-2012
      Prompt word: “lambent”
      by DangerDave Writer

      One of my firewalk goals
      was toughening up my soles
      And I was hell bent
      on running lambent
      across the fiery coals.

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