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.
“He sings like _______.”
I’ll give you an example to get you started:
“He sings like Pavarotti… choking on a chicken nugget.”
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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Brent
He sings like a rat in Sing Sing
He sings like an informant…
He sings like the Canary Islands..
He sings like an American Idol turn down…
He sings like he wants more supper…
He sings like there is no tomorrow…
He sings like he swallowed a Canary…
He sings like a police siren gone berserk.
He sings like:
– a cat that just had its tail stepped on
– Joe Cocker with a cold
– a Barry White impersonation of Kermit the Frog
– Carrie Underwood with a beard
– a bad church offertory
– karaoke is a paid gig
– a lounge singer with no lounge
– my granny with her teeth out
He sings like a choir boy but kisses like Cassanova.
He sings like Sinatra and his wife looks just like Ava.
He sings like it’s his last day, he won’t go out without a song.
He sings like his heart is breaking.
He sings like the earth has opened up and let out some ancient sigh.
He sings like his heart never healed
He sings like it’s always raining
He sings like a lounge singer in the forties
He sings like he never left home
He sings like it’s first day of his life
He sing like a man carrying a grudge
He sing like he lost his best friend
He sing like a well tuned engine
He sings like….an FBI informant ….an alley cat …a jazz club crooner …a man on fire …he’s possessed
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He sings like a coon hound on the trail, a wild bird that’s been caged, winter’s chill, he’s lived those words, red hot lava on the move
“He sings like momma sings a lullaby”
“He sings like early morning rising sun”
“He sings like he’s cruising with the windows down”
“He sings like the squealing breaks in a 10 car pile up”
“He sings like a robin dancing on a twig”