Welcome to Wordplay Thursday!
“She climbed in his truck like ________.”
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.
And try to get IMAGERY in at least one of your plays.
“She climbed in his truck like __________.”
I’ll give you an example to get you started:
“She climbed in his truck like her daddy and her common sense were hot on her high heels.”
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!
And thanks to everyone for your great additions to Wordplay Thursday #148 (read it here)! Great job!
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She climbed in his truck like:
-a fireman late to the fire.
-he was about to run out of candy.
-an Oregon logger heading to the saw mill right near five o’clock.
-the crazed ex she was, started it, put in drive, then hopped out and watched it roll down the ramp into the lake, thus proving she was better than his new girlfriend.
She climbed in his truck like__________.
– like she wore kid gloves, trying not to scratch it.
– someone with hesitancy like a freshman on the fist day of the
school year.
– a five year old getting ready to ride their bicycle for the first
time without training wheels.
– a bull rider straddling a bull in his final go-round.
– a child on Christmas morning opening presents since this was
her first time to drive it with her new driver’s license.
She climbed in his truck like it was hers
“She climbed in his truck like ________.”
… an escaped convict on a freight train screaming GO! He’s got a GUN!
.. A blue healer after hearing the cattleman’s whistle
.. she just made to the bonus round in life
… like “what the..” (Just kidding, I won’t go there, well maybe..) saying let’s try our luck, I’ve got a hundred bucks!
… like she never imagined she’d have to. Driving it home herself, instead of riding shotgun, popped in that almost worn out cassette and played “Born to Run”
She climbed in his truck…..
..as if the heavy and rusted chains of her past love were made of paper.
..like a kid embarrassed of the impoverished family and hard life she came from.
..much like she had been rescued from her entangled, tired ever-running mind.
..just like a thirsty California bound hitchhiker, who keeps seeing water on the horizon and now believes she’s within reach.
..like a weary, haunted soul who is seeing the ghosts of the bad things she’d done out every window.
I like that water on the horizon line.. and yes indeed, if you keep on going, eventually it will actually be water, wont it! HA!
Haha! Agreed. Thanks Tommy! But maybe she was picked up in one of those tour guided amphibious, always sinking duck boat/buses! ??? -quack, gulp!
You gave me a little idea now! I’ve seen them duck busses in the capital.. and the little town I grew up in Louisiana is he Duck Capital, of North America 😉
“She climbed in his truck like Jack climbing the beanstalk.”
“She climbed in his truck like a child crawling into bed.”
“She climbed in his truck like a squirrel scurrying up a tree.”
“She climbed in his truck like she was about to go overboard.”
“She climbed in his truck like heat on a July night.”
“She climbed in his truck like a shadow running from the sun.”
Like it was her first love.
Like it was her first fight.
Like it was her first dance.
Like it was her first new truck.
Like it was her first romance.
“She climbed in his truck like ________.”
…Cinderella on her way to the ballgame
…she was climbin’ straight out of the movies
…it wasn’t her first rodeo
…it’s a four-wheel 4th of July
…it was nobody’s business but theirs
Nice Joe!! I like all of these!
Thanks!
She climbed in his truck like a kid climbing in a carnival ride.
She climbed in his truck like a college student hopping on the Bernie Sanders bandwagon.
She climbed in his truck like a dalmatian going to a fire.
She climbed in his truck like she was climbing the steps to the gallows.
She climbed in his truck like it was the last tram to Disneyland.
She climbed in his truck as if it was the last chopper out of Saigon.
She climbed in his truck as if she was doing him the favour.
She climbed in his truck like a rat joining a sinking ship.
She climbed in his truck, like it or not.
She climbed in his truck like a salmon swimming uphill.
She climbed in his truck like..a lit firecracker, with sparks flying and laughter popping.
The lit firecracker and comment for Joe’s post were written by Ty Devine. Not sure why it came up as anonymous. :))
She climbed into his truck like, a princess to her throne, somewhere, she felt right at home.
She climbed into his truck like, a princess to her throne, somewhere, she felt right at home.
She climbed in his truck like…..
trynna getting away from all this division.
she was ready to start a REVOLT!
Haste!
the turbulent time has arrived.
the fact that she she knows to fear no man or satan, because only JESUS can and will protect and save.
She climbed in his truck like:
-Her sass and her spunk led the way
-she had nothing to lose, but the whole world to gain
-her tired soul couldn’t fight no more
-the mud, the rust, and his cowboy boots she embraced