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Deb says that this PROMPTuesday is about what lies beneath. She asks participants to look at this picture:

…and very quickly write down the first three words that come to mind, and then start writing, using those words anywhere in the story. The genre is “memoir,” and it can be a fake memoir. Click on over to San Diego Momma for the rest of the rules.

Loch Ness Monster

When it was Napoleon’s turn to present his current event, he got tongue-tied and shaky because Mr. Hand could be intimidating anyway, and he was already annoyed because Spicoli had a pizza delivered to class. Napoleon read from his paper, “Last week, Japanese scientists explaced . . . placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water . . .” I just couldn’t help but feel for the guy when everyone started snickering just because his current event was about the Loch Ness Monster. I wondered why kids could be so mean, especially that Melvin Moody. Looking back, I still feel badly about the time that Samantha Baker was mocked for being a virgin, so I couldn’t just sit there and let them be mean to Napoleon. If Ferris had been there, he wouldn’t have let them get away with it. But Ferris was absent, and so was Marty McFly. Ferris played hooky a lot, like nine times that year. And if Marty could have seen ahead to the future, he would have gone to school that day instead of racing Leo for pinks at Thunder Road. Too bad Marty lost, even if that car did look like a tin can. So it was up to me to defend Napoleon. When Mr. Hand heard me tell Norma and Chris to “F” off, he made me go to Saturday detention, which turned out okay because it was there that I fell madly in love.

16 comments on “Loch Ness Monster”

  1. Perfect pop culture integration. And of course, the writing. But you know how I feel about that. (AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) in case you forgot.

    Always so glad you participate in the prompt!


  2. I don’t need Sigmund to tell me that I’m properly in therapy if I could look at such a tranquil photo and sense the monster beneath! I have ISSUES, Professor J, and they’re not just lurking beneath the surface.


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