Start Writing Now!

Qwiklit100daychallenge

Welcome to the 100-Day Writing Challenge! At Qwiklit, we are committed to getting creatives to get their work done. Many writers have no problem saying they’re writers, but there’s little out there that really proves your grit and consistency as a writer. For that reason, we have created a 100 day, 1-prompt a day challenge to keep you on your feet and make sure those creative juices are still flowing.

 The prompts in question range in difficulty from the short and simple to the lengthy and difficult. You will find topics you may be familiar with, but others that will push you out of your comfort zone–and that’s the point. Young writers are often emboldened by their creativity but stifled by their consistency. We want to build positive habits while keeping composition fresh and fun.

Those who complete this challenge will undoubtedly notice a difference in their writing, as we constantly force you to look at objects, stories and people from different angles. One of the greatest causes of writer’s block is a failure to think outside the box.That’s why we’ve given you one hundred of them.

Feel free to write your responses in the comment boxes, though some prompts demand you move away from the computer and even the pen, too. Some are also slightly personal, but that’s because we know that writing at  times demands an emotional investment.If you have any feedback, too, we’d love to hear it. We want to turn the contemplative dreamer into the next great novelist. We urge you, though, to start at square one. Click any box below to begin. Good luck!

EASY

These Prompts will help you remove the cobwebs and get you writing almost immediately. They are not meant to push your boundaries as much as open the floodgates.

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MEDIUM

While these are tougher, they are more rewarding. By forcing you to rethink villains, stories, people, places and times, these prompts will help you add style to your prose and poetry.

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Challenging

While these prompts are still engaging as the previous 50, they demand slightly more work ethic. Combined with creativity, though, these will help your attention span and concentration as much as the quality of your writing. Discipline is one of the most underrated qualities of the successful writer.

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Expert

These prompts will not only force you to develop your writing skills, but also your ability to transcend regular types of writing. Like tough math equations, they will demand a combination of care, concentration and boldness to complete.

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Please comment if you have any feedback or notice any issues. Thanks! -pj

22 thoughts on “Start Writing Now!”

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  2. Kevin says:

    100 Day Writing Challenge

    NOTE: This was alot harder than a thought. Here’s my attempt at day number one. I’m excited to see if I improve at all over the course of 100 days. 🙂

    Day 1 -PROMPT #1: LOCATION, LOCATION, LOCATION (500 words)

    The office is small and cluttered, giving it a cozy atmosphere. Outside the window, rain patters against the glass and thunder rumbles in the distance. The sound of construction comes from other rooms; tiles clanging, and drywall being sanded. There’s a tall bookshelf nestled in the corner of the room, overflowing with novels and various binders. Directly adjacent from the bookshelf, a flimsy table stands against the wall. It might be more appropriate at a fair or party, but it’s decided to call this office its home. Although, it’s not like it had much of a choice. A laptop and other assorted electronics lay strewn across the table. A half empty glass of milk yearns to be emptied and cleaned. Piles of paper beg to be organized. Hanging from the wall is a map of the world. Countries mingle into continents, reminding any day dreamer just how small the world really is.

    Outside, the storm clouds part and a shaft of light fills the room. There’s a noticeable shift in the temperature, making the room nice and warm. The trees swaying outside have tiny droplets of water dripping off their sagging leaves. A car rumbles by and splashes through a deep puddle.

    Back inside, a dog bursts into the office. His tail is wagging and his eyes sparkle, as if to say play with me. The human sitting at the desk, and typing what you’re now reading says, “Soon, I have less than 250 words left I need to write.”

    A cellphone vibrates on a shelf to the left. A printer towers over it and anxiously awaits its next task. The two shelves below are the perfect solution to storing paper and other essential craft items.

    Across the creaky floorboards to the opposite side of the room, two closet doors are shut. The doors are plastered with different posters and photos. If you push the heavy doors open, you’ll find many different costumes used for a plethora of projects. A wizard hat, capes, a crown and pretty much anything else you’d ever need to get through life. These items are in a bag lying on top of an old TV. The screen is tiny and pales in comparison to today’s standards. It used to be used for camping trips, when even the beauty of nature wasn’t enough to quell humanities need for electronics.

    Moving out of the dimly lit closet, you’ll find an old rotary telephone, paying homage to the past and my mom’s fascination with antiques. It’s surrounded by telephone numbers and more papers that are in need of organizing.

    In the center of everything, a carpet lies in the middle of the room. Its plush material feels nice on bare, tired feet. An ordinary light fixture hangs above it, its bright lightbulb enclosed within, rarely getting a chance to be used. I slide my chair back across the floor and walk out of the office. I know that I will be back soon to complete another writing prompt.

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  3. PujaKathait says:

    Hey Kevin, it was very surreal, kind of like i can actually picture you with the computer in front of you, trying to absorb every little detail about every little thing that’s lying around you, and trying your best to make them alive on paper.
    You’re doing great, keep up the good work!

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  11. Andy Zimmerman says:

    The pictures of corridors of a hospital yellows oranges greens soft browns lead you take your eye down the hallways with doors opening to the right and the left a staircase in the front leading to… leading upstairs… the sun flooded vestibule the curved stone stairway the rib vaulted ceilings the arches. A nurse pushes my wheelchair down the corridor. She smells of lavender soap her red hair tied together in a knot concealed under her white cornette. I know her hair is red although I cannot see a single strand. I know her breasts are soft and her nipples hard although her habit conceals all.

    I hear noises I hear voices coming from rooms behind doors I hear footsteps following me I hear pounding on the walls I hear screaming from the operating theater. I look behind me the hall is empty I struggle with the push-rims on my chair I spin around but there is no one there. The corridors are empty. The stairs vacant. The vestibule deserted.

    They’re pushing me and my entire world through the corridors. They’re pushing hard. They’re pushing fast. A graceful black man and a white woman streaking the bed through the corridors to the operating theater bottles cannulae electric displays hoses plastic bags shit pots. The walls wobble. The vaults tremble. The ceilings quiver. The staircase opens and closes. Fog drifts in from under the doorways and through the keyholes. Smoke fills the corridors and devours the light.

    I wake slowly. I open one of my eyes then laboriously the other. I stare at a ceiling. I stare out a window. Am I dead? Or alive again?

    The picture of yellows oranges greens browns seen through the empty glass on the table the glass I’m looking through my glass head lying on the table seeing browns greens oranges yellows streaking across the tabletop through my eyes round my head running down my spine up and down my legs gushing through my gut bellowing my aching lungs pumping through my heart igniting my testicles.

    Belching coughing crawling out of those pictures of walls corridors stairways yellows oranges greens soft browns Elise’s piano piece pounding out of my ears out of the ‘Corridor in Saint-Paul Hospital’.

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