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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.
“She opened his wallet like __________.”
I’ll give you an example to get you started:
“She opened his wallet like a vampire opens a vein.”
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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She opened up his wallet like a Swiss bank account
She opens his wallet like;
A gentleman opens a car door for a lady
-a bank robber opening a safe
-a mouse stealing a piece of cheese from a mousetrap
-a child opening a Christmas gift
She opened his wallet like__________.
– it was hers
– the parting of the Red Sea
– she knew what was there
– the door to her heart
– curtains in the breeze
She opened his wallet________
1. like all girls do
2. instead of her heart
3. and danced inside the vault
4. like the jackal she was
5. to find nothing but change
She opened his wallet like a kid opens a candy bar.
She opened his wallet like it was Christmas morning.
She opened his wallet like a patient laying on the couch.
She opened his wallet like a monkey opens a banana.
She opened his wallet like a dad opening a pickle jar.
She opened his wallet like a kid opens his Crackerjack box.
She opened his wallet like a dog digs a new hole.
She opened his wallet like she throws open the window drapes.
She opened his wallet like a pirate expecting gold and silver.
She opened his wallet like a hungry man does a Frigidaire.
She opened his wallet like she was entering the vault at Fort Knox
She opened his wallet like it was her own
She opened his wallet hoping she was wrong
She opened his wallet like it was junk mail
She opened his wallet like she was Nancy Drew, a thief in the night, a hound on the scent, she was looking into his soul, there was something she just had to know
She opened his wallet like…
They were already married
A cat plays with a mouse
There was something in there
He wasn’t broke
She opens her mouth
She opened his wallet like magic.
She opened his wallet like a locksmith.
She opened his wallet like a skilled surgeon.
She opened his wallet like a greedy politician would.
She opened his wallet like a hot knife through butter.
She opened his wallet when she first pranced in
She opened his wallet with her hands tied down
She opened his wallet when she tasted her lips
She opened his wallet with the swing of her hips
She opened his wallet with a hand on his heart
She opened his wallet like she opened his heart
Completely and empty, now they’re far apart
She opened his wallet like a customs officer
sure that she would find something he’d tried to hide
but all that she found was an unsent love note
written for her, on how she sat and cried.