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I met Hank on the first day of kindergarten. He was building with the big blue plastic blocks and knocked them over on top of my head. I went to the nurse and got a boo boo sponge and Hank had to sit on a chair in the corner. We both ended up in tears. On the second day of kindergarten, I accidentally ate Hank’s snack. Meadows and Nester, our cubbies were right next to each other. So were our seats. We both ended up in tears, again. The alphabet pushed us together – Heather and Hank, Hank and Heather. –Tripped Up Love by Julie Farley

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of a couple that has been together since kindergarten.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your best friend from kindergarten.

Art Prompt: Young love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a humorous or touching story about your first love in grade school.

Photo Credit: Mish Mish on Flickr

That was the problem, she decided. He was too cute. Well, cute wasn’t the right word. She figured he was at least her age, if not a few years older, which put him out of the cute range. And he was much too hot for cute anyway. Rock star hot, with a face like a hatchet, all sharp angles and hard planes. –Her Something Impetuous by Kim Hunt Harris

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of what happens between these two characters.

Journaling Prompt: Write about someone you know who is “too cute.”

Art Prompt: Too cute

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story about your first love.

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Stephen starts to remember the early days of their marriage when they fought over silly things like furniture. He and Gwen had spent three months shopping for bedroom sets, picking at each other’s tastes for traditional or modern furniture. The young couple had taken almost every Saturday to go shopping to fill their home. Giddy and in love, their fights never lasted long and often ended in the bed. In hindsight, maybe that was why they had been so careful in their choices. Stephen wishes their lives could be that easy now – just make love to end an argument. –Time Killer by Todd M Thiede

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of a married couple who have fallen out of love.

Journaling Prompt: What do you do when you are falling out of love?

Art Prompt: Falling out of love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience how to deal with the fluctuations of feeling in a relationship.

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How do you keep going after the one person you always believed you were meant to be with forever gives their heart to someone else? –Redemption by LA Kuehlke

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a bad break up you went through and how you felt at that time.

Art Prompt: Lost love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a dramatic story about lost love.

Photo Credit: Dennis Skley on Flickr



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In February 1825, [Samuel] Morse was in Washington, D.C. He was an itinerant painter, a good one, but he wasn’t making a solid living with his art. At age 34, he was older than his heroes had been when they created their masterpieces. Morse had traveled to Washington to pursue what could’ve been his big break: The city of New York promised him a $1,000 commission to paint Marquis de Lafayette, who was returning as a hero to the country he helped make free.

“We must begin to feel proud of your acquaintance,” Morse’s wife, Lucretia, wrote to him from their home in New Haven, Connecticut, a four-day trip away. She was expecting their third child. “I think now that we can indulge a rational hope that the time is not very far distant when you can be happy in the bosom of your much loved family,” she wrote.

And Morse indulged that hope. As he worked in Washington, he wrote to Lucretia, “I long to hear from you.”
But he wouldn’t hear from her. Lucretia, at the time Morse wrote to her, was dead. –The Heartbreak That May Have Inspired the Telegraph by Gabe Bullard

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about an invention inspired by a strong emotion.

Journaling Prompt: What would you invent in order to feel closer to someone you love?

Art Prompt: Telegraph

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story about Samuel Morse.

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…I remember when it started. –The End of Love by Marcos Giralt Torrente

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: Write about your first love.

Art Prompt: When it started

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching story about your first love.

Photo Credit: Michelle Robinson on Flickr

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Don’t be upset. Don’t listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can’t say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely. –Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write the story of an irrational love.

Journaling Prompt: Write about someone you loved so deeply that it was irrational.

Art Prompt: Jealous love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a dramatic or humorous story about an irrational love you’ve experienced.

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A glimmer of true love was an astonishing thing, and if an ounce of it was stolen, the emptiness it left behind, that time of loneliness, that time of despair, could never be relived, never be refilled. It remained forever empty, a hole in the soul. –Chasing Amanda by Melissa Foster

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about the loss of true love.

Journaling Prompt: Write about a time when your heart was broken.

Art Prompt: Broken heart

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell a touching story about a time when your heart was broken.

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I want to say that it was love at first sight, but the truth of the matter is, most of what connected she and I was just chemistry and great timing. She was beautiful and she liked me as much as I liked her. We were an amazing couple and everyone loved us together. There was passion and excitement and laughter – I immediately made her the center of my universe. I was in love with her and in love with life.

And then she dumped me. -Howard Samuels, PsyD

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a story about love at first sight gone wrong.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe about love at first sight? 

Art Prompt: Love at first Sight

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a touching love story with a twist at the end.

Photo Credit: ~BostonBill~ on Flickr

? Paradis perdu ? Paradise lost ?

They said the tree of love bloomed in a valley, its roots thrusting deep into the fertile earth, its trunk twenty arm-length’s thick and steady, a shudder of gold-tipped leaves making up its crown. From the limbs red fruits drooped, as large the head of a child. Any lovers that committed to each other in the shimmer of the tree’s leaves were blessed. -Syrek and the Curious Blessing by Sylvia Hiven

Fiction Writing Prompt: Use the first line of the week as the starting point or inspiration for a scene, story, poem, or haiku.

Journaling Prompt: What do you believe blesses a relationship? 

Art Prompt: Tree of Love

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience about the key factors in having a blessed relationship.

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