Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!
Here’s a writing prompt for you. It’s a simple fill-in-the-blank. You can use one word or several. Feel free to get as crazy, genre-appropriate, or as imaginative as you want. The point is to get the creative juices flowing. And it’s a good thing to dig deeper, so don’t stop at the first idea that hits you. Try coming up with at least five things.
“The bird sings outside her window like _____.”
I’ll give you an example to get you started:
“The bird sings outside her window like he’s wooing her.”
I’d love to hear what you come up with, so please share in the comments. Oh, and please keep your posts below an R-rating. It’s a family show, after all!
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The bird sings outside her window like… a composer….leading her to write his song…~debbie
The bird sings outside her window …leading her to write his song
at this very moment..right, where she belongs !
Thanks Brent, just the inspiration i needed and cool enough to have opened my window to actually hear his singing, leading me to write a song !~d
The bird sings outside her window like……..
– a mothers lullaby
– clockwork
– he’s auditioning for a musical
– he has no worries in the world
– an IPod on shuffle
The bird sings outside her window like the reincarnation of Pavarotti.
The birds sings outside her window like he’s Romeo, and she’s his Juliet.
The bird sings outside her window like he’s singing for his supper.
The bird sings outside her window like he’s auditioning for Idol.
The bird sings outside her window like he’s Nature’s alarm clock.
The bird sings outside her window like it’s any other day.
He doesn’t know she woke up ready to turn and walk away.
Thanks for joining in, John! Welcome!
The bird sings outside her window as if he sees his own reflection as a peacock!
The birds sing out her window like a choir on Sunday morning.
The birds sing out her window like wind whistling through the pines
The birds sing out her window like a chalkboard scraped with nails
The birds sing out her window like a chilling winter wind
The birds sing out her window like a six o’clock alarm
Welcome to Wordplay, Martin!
The bird sings outside her window like…
he’s crying out her pain
an old friend
he’s reminding her, to praise the Lord again
The bird sings outside her window like….he was a contestant for American
That was supposed to say : The bird sings outside her window like …he was a contestant for American Idol
the bird sings outside her window like:
he;d seen his first worm he only does in spring previously arranged he knew the melody
he’s enticing her to bring, her pretty hat and her own songs, but to leave the cat at home
The bird sings outside her window like___:
1) the mocking-jay at noon.
2) today might end too soon.
3) any old time of any old day.
4) a rooster crows at dawn’s first light.
5) she’s stil searching for her long-lost love.
Hey, t- thanks for joining in!
The bird sings outside her window like: “Get up! It’s summertime baby!” 🙂
Mikael, thanks for jumping in!
The bird sings outside her window like..
..I dance when no ones watching
..a warmup for natures melody medley amongst the trees
The bird sings outside her window like a Disney cartoon
The bird sings outside her window like…
He doesn’t know she’s there. His song is as sweet as her gentle flowing hair
Welcome, Bill!
The bird sings outside her window like he’s never seen a storm,
Even though the rain keeps fallin’, in his song she’s safe and warm…
Howdy, Laurie!
The bird sings outside her window like he has a message just for her, like he’s calling out her name, like he’s lost in the dark and could use a guide tonight, like he’s on his last wing and he needs someone to be there, to be his everything (thinking of Robin Williams passing a bit so these ideas are on the melancholic side)
Got some positive ones and some sad ones.
Sad ones first:
The bird sings outside her window like she has no wings to fly
The bird sings outside her window like the last song of the world
The bird sings outside her window like it knows the hurt she feels
Positive ones:
The bird sings outside her window like the day when she was born
The bird sings outside her window like the morning sings to her
The bird sings outside her window like the night when they made love
The bird sings outside her window like the brightest sunny day
Thanks Brent for stirring our creativities, you are a star !
Selwyn, thanks for joining in!
“The bird sings outside her window like the morning was too good to miss”
“The bird sings outside her window like life is screaming out to be discovered”
“The bird sings outside her window like she never dreamed possible in this dark cell”
“The bird sings outside her window like freedom was in the mind”
“The bird sings outside her window like her man sings from the shower”
The bird sings outside her window like the whistling of a teakettle.
The bird sings outside her window like a piccolo playing a dirge.
The bird sings outside her window like her world has not just ended.
The bird sings outside her window like the the soft caress of a spring shower.
The bird sings outside her window like her joy sings in her heart.
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