Alrighty, so, I've seen tons and tons of memes for visual artists, and precious few for any other medium. I've only seen one meme for writers, and it was fun, but I feel like doing something a bit different. So, this is one created in the spirit of the art memes; the aim isn't to answer questions, but to practise your art in response to some instructions. I have never created a meme before, so feedback is definitely solicited: Too long? Too short? Too boring? Please tell me.

Anyhow, without further ado, I give ye:


=Khaz's Writing Meme=

Write yourself an introduction paragraph however you like.

Khaz strides into the room, ears cupped forward in expectation, his black hair and semi-formal attire looking obviously prepared. He fixes his eyes on you curiously and extends a paw in your direction, a bit of an awkward smile breaking across his muzzle. There's confidence in his handshake. It fits well with his tail's proud posture, leaving a hint of strength that belies his meek expression. After only a moment's pause, the formal introduction concluded, his posture relaxes somewhat. The first impressions are made; now it's time for business.


Write a descriptive paragraph about being somewhere you've always wanted to go.

The landscape that rolls out before me is something I've only seen in pictures until now; fields of flowers, arranged neatly in rows and separated by color, stretching on for miles. In the distance I can see the slow, steady turn of a windmill; outdated in structure by today's standards, but functional as ever. Even the air itself seems foreign; it has a different smell to it than it does back home. The breezes feel heavier, more powerful, and I can't decide right then if it's just my imagination. Since I was a kid, I've heard stories about these lands from my grandparents, but I never thought it would take so long to see it for myself. The Netherlands speaks to me, even if only through the novelty of the scenery. I feel, for now, at home.


For the hell of it, write a haiku about one of your favourite species.

Beware the ferret
For defense, make them playful
They will trip themselves


Write a brief rant about something that's irked you lately, be it a politician or a toaster!

So Stephen Harper, Canada's Prime Minister, has officially suspended parliament for three months. How do these people get away with this sort of thing? This means a three-month vacation for everyone in Canadian government, complete with pay. They just had Christmas, wasn't that enough? The thing that makes me the most sad, though, isn't that this happened in the first place. What really bothers me is that the official opposition isn't capitolizing on it! Instead of remaining vigorously at work making their own plans, and putting out a modest, honest media campaign telling people that they're paying their taxes for politicians to sit on their butts for three months, the other parties are just running off and taking their own vacations! We've gotta do something about all this wasted money. Being the Prime Minister or being in his cabinet isn't really that hard of a job. I'm sure it's stressful and complicated, but is it really six-figures and half-a-year-vacation hard? You tell me.


Write the most godawfully tacky, cliche, eye-bleedingly-badly written action scene you can muster.

Zack did a backflip onto the pavement, drawing his katanas as he fell three stories before landing in a crouch.

"Hey you!" he shouted, screaming and charging at the shadowy evil guy across from him. "I'll kill you!"

"I think not." the shadowy guy said and raised his hand and Zack fell down and screamed in pain. Fireballs shot out of the evil guy's hands and he laughed manically as he stepped towards Zak.

"Prepare to die!!!" said the shadow guy and prepared to blast Zack with a bunch of dark energy all at once. "NO!!" Zack screamed and jumped up and kicked the evil guy in the face and did a backflip, and then charged at him and swung his katanas and cut the guys head off.

"Finally, I've avenged my father" Zack said and fell over and died because of the fireballs and everything. The end.


Tag people by writing about them writing!

Rikoshi sits down, eyes halfway focused on the computer screen before him. His paw holds a glass of wine steady, the rich, dry liquid forgotten for a moment. Writer's block can be a cruel thing sometimes, and tonight is too relaxed a night to fight it. Instead, he's spending his time on a ridiculous meme his friend Khaz had the gall to tag him in.

With a smirk, he sets the wine gently down, and attacks the keyboard for a moment, fine practised taps of the keys channeling his mind into text. It takes only moments before he's got the section complete, and he leans back, taking a sip from his glass as a reward.

With a rustle, a sharp-eared head slips up from under the desk, between the fox's legs, and looks up at him with a grin. "Can we move to the bed yet?"

"Soon." Rikoshi ruffles the wolf's head fur.

With a forced pout the wolf slips back down under the desk, letting Rikoshi's mind drift back to his work, if anywhere at all.