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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 dancefloor was hopping like __________.”
I’ll give you an example to get you started:
“The dancefloor was hopping like grease in a skillet.”
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!
SHOUT OUT!
Thanks to Matt Martoccio, Janet Goodman, Barney Coulter, tri4balance, Willa Thompson, and Jerry Childers for your great additions to Wordplay Thursday #38 (read it here)! Great job!
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As a way to say “thank you” to all of you who subscribe to Man vs. Row by email, I’m going to give away some cool stuff in July (2014). If you subscribe to MvR, I’ll send you a free report, “10 Things The Pro Knows.” I’ll also send you the guitar/vocal of “Crickets,” which is the title track of Joe Nichols’ current album. You’ll get to hear the song as Joe heard it when he decided to record it. You’ll also receive the lyric file of the song- and this lyric file includes “Baxter’s Boneyard” – all the lines that DIDN’T make it into the song (see if you agree with our choices). It’s something nobody else has seen, and I think it’s pretty cool. But, again, this gift is only for those who subscribe to Man vs. Row by E-MAIL. These gifts will be sent by email, so if I don’t have your email address, I can’t send it to you. God Bless!
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The dance floor was hoppin like popcorn on a cast iron fryin pan!
Make that a cast iron skillet
a wind blown bobber or a jumping bean. Take your pick.
The dance floor was hopping like a wind blown bobber. Staring at me was a real heart stopper. She shot me a look that said I know. You’re dreamin’ of me without my clothes.
Long jumper before his leap, with a pulsing rhythm gathering power with each beat.
A fountain on the Vegas strip
Well, hello, Dionne. Welcome to the MvR community!
The dance floor was hopping like:
1. Their feet were on fire
2. A mess of jumping beans
3. They’d all gone insane
4. A pep rally at school
5. Peter Rabbit on ‘roids
The dance floor was hopping like__________
1. Popcorn a’popping
2. Duke students at a basketball game
3. Rocks skipping across a farm pond
4. The Easter bunny
5. A skip and a jump..
The dance floor was hopping like a hard rain on the highway.
The dance floor was hopping like a litter of hungry pups.
The dance floor was hopping like Times Square on New Years.
The dance floor was hopping like a kindergarten recess.
The dance floor was hopping like mullet in the bay.
The dance floor was hopping like:
Frogs in a frying Pan…
A debutante shopping…
Rain deer on Ritalin…
An LA earthquake…
A turbulent airplane…
A squirrel on speed…
The dance floor was hoppin’ like:
– a Pitbull concert (…insert fist-pump here…)
– a Robin Williams’ talk show interview
– a stirred up ant hill
– a VH-1 music video
– an old Soul Train episode
– polka night at the VFW
Bare feet on a hot beach
The dancefloor was hopping like a room full of bunnies from a playboy magazine.
….Hoppin like… a 1 legged man on a hot beach
….hoppin like.. a 20,000 frogs crossing a blacktop highway in late july
….hoppin like.. rabbits in a brush fire
….hoppin like.. sack racers at the state fair
….hoppin like.. dime sized hail on a flat tin roof
Sand burned feet on a July beach
“The dancefloor was hopping like “raindrops on asphalt”
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The dance floor was hoppin like Peter Cottontail’s Prom
The dance floor was hoppin’ with the sound of many feet, dancin’ to the rythm of a funky little beat.
The dance floor was hoppin’ not a soul stood still, as the magic in the music put it’s hold on you.
The dance floor was hoppin’ like a 5 alarm fire
The dance floor was hoppin’ like a billion little bees
The dance floor was hoppin’ when they played Robin Thicke, 10 more times, yeah dance til your sick! (sung in background: “Blurred Lines”)
The dance floor was hopping like kangaroos
The dance floor was hopping like busy waiters
The dance floor was hopping like a mad dad
The dance floor was hopping like those tasty pop rocks
The dance floor was hopping like the husband with his list
The dance floor was hopping like an old porch swing
“The dancefloor was hopping like Peter Cottontail on Easter morn”
“The dancefloor was hopping like its shoe was on fire”
“The dancefloor was hopping like stubbing your toe in the pitch black”
“The dancefloor was hopping like a puppy trying to run”
“The dancefloor was hopping like a Saturday night on a Tuesday morning”