This is a blog-response to @jetlbomb’s post yesturday on JetInk .
She asked the question:
So, I just wanted to know, do you use named cities in your work? Or do you prefer the freedom of an unnamed location?
In relation to her question, here is my writing prompt:
Write a short blurb up to 1,000 words describing a location.
It could be Disney World. It could be London, Pairs, Moscow, Rome, New York, Chicago – or a small town no one’s ever heard of. It could be your favorite vacation spot or the town you grew up in. It could be the location of your favorite memory, first date, where ever on Earth you want.
Or, it could be made up entirely. A fictional town or even another planet!
I’d be delighted if you’d post your response in the comments below, would love to see where you guys go! Or even if you don’t feel like writing, feel free to discuss your favorite place to travel too, or answer how you feel to Jet’s question.
So don’t forget your passport and let your muse become a jet setter!
Bon Voyage!
Stay Shiny and Happy Writing,
Claire
LMC 
Thanks for the mention! Here’s what I got from this prompt.
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This London is a far cry from the London I once knew. It’s eerily quiet and nothing more than varying shades of grey. As I sit here, it’s growing dark but even the orange of the sunset seems muted. I can see Big Ben just ahead of us. Despite knowing that it hasn’t worked for 25 years I still glance up at the hands of that clock and half expect it to tell me the time. It’s been quarter to three for a very long time.
Long shadows are being cast down the road by the sun dipping behind what buildings are still standing. It looks like the tops of the smaller ones are on fire.
My home lies almost directly beneath where I sit. You can’t tell there are 500 people down there. From here it all seems so still.
I can smell the river from here. It smells awful, like rotting flesh and excrement. Whatever measures were once in place to keep it clean, they’ve been neglected for a long time. The smell is worse on the bridge, the stagnant water just seems to waft straight up into your nostrils. I suppose that’s another reason we are supposed to wear gas masks out here. Luckily, its not too warm today. They last thing we need is for the smell to be amplified by the heat.
There’s a light breeze in the air, I can just about see the trees of Green Park from here. They’re swaying so lethargically. Heavy under the weight of the dying city.
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Gorgeous as always! Makes me long for London even more! I love Matthews I think he’s my favorite charrie of yours ā¤
Thanks again Jet! And you're welcome for mention!
Can't wait to read more š
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