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November's Just Write! 300 Words - Paragraph Prompt

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Writing prompt

It's time for another round of 300 Words (a paragraph prompt challenge featured in our monthly Just Write! enewsletter)! Read on to enjoy what creative words flowed from the leading sentence: 


"There was a new palette of colors swaying in the autumn breeze."



From Patricia:

There was a new palette of colors swaying in the autumn breeze. Plate size maple leaves clung to Sam’s bedroom window, moistened with seasonal tears of finality. Sam closed his eyes and pictured his first Crayola box with a built in sharpener; orange, yellow, brown and red crayons aligned in perfect rows like his father’s pack of Camel cigarettes. His father would cup the plastic package wrap in his hand as Sam sharpened each crayon, dropping the wax pieces into a pyramid of autumn colored pigments. Sam and his father would sit at the chrome-plated bright yellow kitchen table. Coloring on opposite pages, Sam fanned the crayons; his father would snatch a red crayon. He rolled it between his yellowed finger nails and outlined the barn with precision strokes. Sam knelt on his Naugahyde chair leaning toward his color page. He moved the yellow crayon in slashing movements across the haystacks, dotted the fence posts in brown measles and made flailing orange circles inside the pumpkin. Sam remembered the potent smell of whisky, his father offering him his glass, and he chewed on the amber tinted ice. Coloring became a bonding tradition, and whisky sips evolved into habitual, familial routine. Sam tugged his red cable knit sweater sleeve over his watch and traced the maple leaves with an imaginary crayon. Leaning his forehead against the glass he fogged the window with whispers, “Dad, I miss you and know I will always love you. I did not know years ago that when I colored clouds with a black crayon, I was forecasting my future. I know you would be proud of me now. I have been sober for six months, just got a new job and if the courts are satisfied I might get my driver’s license back after the DUI.”


Thank you for reading (and/or participating in) this month's 300 Words, a paragraph prompt challenge featured in our monthly Just Write! enewsletter. If you haven't already, join in the fun and sign up for the Just Write enews so you will always know about our writer groups, resources, classes, activities, and  the like. Tell your friends and write on!


'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous, so for next month's prompt, let's finish - in 300 words or less - the line: 


"His smile stretched from ear to ear in a grin that emanated a pure, child-like joy."


Just email your original response to this line in 300 words or less to Abbie at by December 20th to make the next newsletter and blog post! 


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