Scrumptious!

The creamy smooth call of chocolate called for me. Not being able to stop the frenzy that lay beneath the surface. I grabbed one chocolate after another, unwrapping each one and popping the small dobs of pure bliss. First starting with a sticky sweetness until the warmth of my mouth melted each one into liquid form and it slid down my throat giving me the intoxication I desired. There was just one thing...

Blood

As far as I knew he needed my blood and with out it he would go on living an average life, but I knew he needed it to be whole to be better and to continue on being the miraculous person that he was. This was a sacrifice I was willing to accept. My blood was a precious limited resource...

Bacon for Breakfast

It was breakfast time at the Johnson's house which could only mean one thing; bacon, eggs and fresh hot biscuits with butter were waiting to be eaten. Mornings like these made Jane feel like she was back in the nineteen fifties.

Radioactive

Several years after the incident, I went back to see what had become of the old place. It wasn't the way I had remembered. It was smaller and the layout was different, but the one thing that was the same was the danger I had experienced. The eerie room was my reminder of how it had all begun and what I had lost.

Different Formats

Another way to do ad-libs is by asking these questions and filling in the storyline.

Once upon a time...
And everyday...
Until that day...
Because of this...
And because of this...
Until finally...
And ever since that day...

Try out this formula for this idea. See if it works. Comment on it and tell me if it's a better format for starting a story.

Cause it's my blog and I'll type what I want to

I wanted to talk about the weekend I had. I went to the Edmond's Writer's conference; Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It was amazing! I learned so much. I wasn't sure if my brain could comprehend everything. I have never been to a writer's conference before. (Other types; yes.)
I loved that I found people more eccentric than me and many that were quieter too. The vast array of writers that were there was so exciting. Published and unpublished. Novelist and journalists. Bloggers and closet writers.
It was one of those experiences that was a real eye opener for me. I learned I have miles to go on my writing skills and at the same time there was hope for me yet, on the publishing front. If ever given the opportunity to attend a writer's conference, I highly recommend it.
Now back to our usual broadcasting.

Crash Landing!

You start it. I got nothing right now.
Any ideas?
Let's hear them. Come on.