A/N: Happy Friday…ish? I don't know if this is going to happen today or not. Its 1:20PM where I am and I'm just getting started on this so…it may be very late tonight when this actually gets posted or early Saturday. It's been a crazy busy and BS filled week, and I just haven't had the best time of it, so I apologize in advance if this is weird and dark this week…if it happens this week. Also, I feel like I have to post ten of these this week because the last prompt in this set of five is a 4 part prompt and the next 3 prompts are in the second set, so it doesn't make sense if I make you wait two weeks. I just made more work for myself and I have to go to actual work in 2 hours. So enough or my complaining, here we go! Enjoy.

Prompts 321 to 325

321. Write an opening paragraph with only one-syllable words.

"What are you writing?" Danny asked as Grace growled in frustration and hurled another crumpled paper at her waste paper basket, which was located next to her bedroom door, and narrowly missed her father who just happened to walked by in that moment.

"The worlds most useless and redundant writing assignment of all times!" Grace yelled, displaying all of her father's anger.

"Why is it redundant?" Danny asked as he leaned in the door frame and tried to get his daughter to communicate her frustrations to him.

"I have to use single syllable words to write an opening paragraph for nothing in particular, but what's the point in that? And opening paragraph should grab your attention, you should use big flamboyant words. You should lure the audience in with your mastery of the language. But this, this is bullshit!" Grace explained in frustration as words outside her usual vocabulary, but well ingrained in her mind, flowed freely because of her frustration.

"Yes, I agree with you," Danny said, "but maybe you are missing the point of the whole exercise."

"Enlighten me, father, what is the point of this exercise?" Grace asked and her tone dripped with sarcasm and distain.

"Maybe it is to show the power of words, not just big words, but little words as well. How strength can lie in the smallest insignificance, or the largest elaboration. How the words we say affect the actions we portray. How words, in the right sequence, can do all the wrong things."

"To go beyond the Sticks and Stones paradigm to the lethal and devastating value that words can have?" Grace asked.

"Exactly," Danny said and nodded. "And just how impossible it might actually be to write a whole paragraph using only one syllable words, to show that words in themselves have the power to destroy and create, and yet they remain as complicated and as deep as the human identity."

"So maybe what you are saying, is that I should try and write that paragraph using as many single syllable words as I can, and my whole argument should be that the exercise is impossible because all words, small or large, as relevant?" She asked.

"I'd like to see what you come up with," Danny said with a nod.

"I'm going to need my thesaurus for this," Grace said as she bolted from her chair and rushed to the bookshelf in the living room.

"What for?" Danny asked but he already knew where she was going with this.

"I am going to write this as I would generally write, and then I'm going to go back and the words that are too big or have too many syllables, I'm going to look up and replace with it's lowest common denominator!" Grace explained.

"Language and Math all in the same simple paragraph," Danny said with a wink.

"Exactly, everything is inner connected," She said.

"Feel better?" He asked.

"Inspired even, thank you."

322. Open a newspaper and choose a person from a random article. From his or her perspective, narrate the scene that unfolds at the breakfast table when he or she reads this article for the first time.

"But Danno, doesn't it bother you?" Grace asked as he threw aside a newspaper that had printed an angry opinion piece on the Five-O task-force and specifically her father.

"No one is ever going to be one hundred percent happy all the time, so you can't let things like this get to you," Danny answered. "Our accountability comes from the Governor, our immunity and means covers everything else, and generally, if these kinds of letters are written about us, the Governor's officer will respond on our behalf because we have bigger, better, things to be dealing with. Like public safety and serving and protecting the people of Hawaii, rather than to be involved in petty bullshit in newspaper. Our actions should speak louder than angry words, and I believe that we do, or we would have the cooperation that we have on this island."

"What if you have to deal with an angry person in real life, face to face?" She asked.

"Most of the time, people are angry because we get into their business, or because they are guilty of something, or have a condition that causes them to not understand a greater good over themselves. In these cases, where people come up and get in the way, we generally have them forcibly removed or arrested for obstruction of justice. Generally this makes them even more mad, but it also highlights the social problems. If we end up face to face with someone, say in a less hostile situation but in which they would rather voice their angry opinions about the police and us specifically, generally it's because they would rather see out attention elsewhere, and then we are right back to same reasons as before. If, and it is rare, that we actually run into people with legitimate concerns that have resulted in anger, then we deal with it to relieve the issues and defuse the situation. Sometimes it works, sometimes it makes people even more angry and then we send them to the Governor because our immunity and means gives us that right. If anger turns to violence then arresting a person who reacts ends in one of two ways. Either with the overreacting person in custody, charged with assaulting an officer, or shot."

"So really, you've profiled these kinds of people?" Grace asked.

"When you've been on the job as long as I have, yes," Danny said.

"So this person, what is their deal?" She asked.

Danny picked up the news paper and scanned the article quickly. "The is person is wanted in connection with a trafficking ring," Danny said as he placed the paper down before his daughter and pointed at the name at the bottom. "A smart person would have published this anonymously, but because they are trying to draw attention away from the real reason I got up in his face in the first place, he forgot to do that. So now, when we have the evidence to arrest him, or we catch him in the act, we will put out a media statement discrediting him and this article showing that it was just to bolster his public image."

"Do you have enough evidence to do that?"

"We have him under twenty-four hour surveillance," Danny said. "And that's about all I can tell you based on the nature of the ongoing investigation."

"Got it," she said and winked.

323. Write titles for five country western or heavy metal songs.

"No please, silence is better than country. Your ranting is better than country," Steve whined. "It's all 'my girl left me for the cow', 'my dog is dead because it was run down by my girl's cow', 'we party all night down some back dirt road to get away from the cows' and all the while it is accompanied by that terrible twang. What even makes that sound?" He asked and shook his head. "I'd rather listen to heavy metal over country but that's probably almost just as bad because it's a lot of drums and screaming. Let's stick with your ranting, its much more melodic, or I might just gouge my eyes out."

"Don't you mean your ear drums?" Danny asked sarcastically as he searched for a station that they could both agree on. "Your eyes can see music, but your ears can hear it."

"Sure, whatever, just give me anything but country, or heavy metal," Steve responded.

"Classic rock?" Danny asked.

"Sure, that a million times better," Steve said.

"And the twang in country music is either from a steel guitar or a lap guitar," Danny offered to make conversation. "You use a metal or glass slide over the strings and it makes them whine or pluck and pull the slide over the sting and it twangs."

"Why would you know that?" Steve asked in shock at his partners musical knowledge.

"I used to be that country kid," Danny answered. "I worked on my grandparents ranch remember?"

"Sure, but does that mean you have to like country music?" Steve asked.

"Oh I hate that stuff, mainly because I had to listen to so much of it. My grandparents had a group of labourers and neighbours that helped out on the ranch. Every Monday and Wednesday nights after they brought in the cattle, they would gather in the barn and they'd make music together. The instruments are fascinating, the songs they wrote and sang, though similar to your assessment, worked for them. I didn't like the music but I was fascinated by the talent of these people who could make music and create it. I was young then. I think that's why I picked up a guitar later on. I realized pretty quickly that I preferred rock and blues to most other music, though as a Jersey boy you had to like jazz too," Danny explained.

"Blues can get pretty twangy," Steve commented.

"True, the old, southern stuff for sure, but it really was the precursor to modern rock and country. Everything has its origins," he added.

"So what were some of these songs they wrote? Would I know them?" Steve asked to return to the country conundrum.

"No, they only played for little town events or their own enjoyment. It never went anywhere, at least I don't think it did. It was so long ago, I think there was one called, The Ranchers Lament. It was all about the day to day, dawn to dusk, on a farm. There was also one called Space To Roam, and it was about riding out after the cattle over rolling hills and pastures. Oh and the Moonshine Waltz, which wasn't actually a waltz but it was about it was a favourite to dance to at the barn parties. It was about taking your girl out for the night but really staying in the community and dancing as they drank and had fun. Cobble Stones and Canyons was about farm life verse the modern world and Bring Me Back To The Rodeo was about the Rodeo," Danny explained reminiscently. "Come to think of it, all of those, except maybe the last one, were very much Bluegrass rather than country, but they kinda balanced between both."

"And you didn't go crazy listen to that stuff?" Steve asked sarcastically.

"You learn to tune it out or appreciate it for the craftsmanship. I don't go out of my way to listen to country music, or bluegrass, but back then, it was just part of the lifestyle."

"What would be the music of this lifestyle?" Steve asked.

"Rock and Island music, or a mixture of the two," Danny answered.

"I don't mind the Island stuff if we're out at a restaurant or along the beach, it just seems like the right place for that," Steve offered thoughtfully.

"And that's how the music felt on the ranch," Danny said.

"I get it," Steve said with a nod. "But I think, for our purposes, rock is probably our best bet for the work week."

"I agree, especially if you need a good song for a car chase or running head long into a fire fight. Highway To Hell. Wanted, Dead Or Alive. Back In Black. Wheel In The Sky. Songs like that would be the soundtrack of our lives now," Danny said and rattled off his list of title.

"Yeah, like Carry On, My Wayward Son," Steve said with a nod.

"Who know's when we'll find peace," Danny said darkly.

"Well, I for one, am not done yet. So we have time to find peace."

"Unless you get us killed," Danny countered.

"Life In The Fast Lane," Steve said and laughed.

"Bad Company," Danny said and rolled his eyes.

"You love me, don't lie," Steve said as the police radio announced an active shooter incident. "What do you say, Danno?" He asked.

"We may as well go down in a Blaze Of Glory," Danny answered.

"Five-O responding," Steve said into the radio and then floored the accelerator.

324. Pick one pop song you loved as a child. Listen to it and write for at least five minutes without stopping.

"Good song, it was one of my favourites as a small child, well not that small, I was about seven when it came out," Danny said as he passed by the television playing and Elton John song from 1983. The song was being performed by another artist but the feel was still there and it brought back memories of his childhood.

"They sure don't write songs like they used to," Charlie, Danny's youngest, spoke and every work and tone rang with his father's sarcasm. "You can't even understand what people are saying these days."

"You're not wrong, my son," Danny said with a laugh.

"Every era has its hits and its flops. Sure, some decades were better than others but I don't know if I would say everything these days is bad. 80's pop and 80's rock were generally very good, timeless even, but country back then…" Grace, Danny's eldest reasoned philosophically as she was apt to do, which would in turn spur on a family discussion.

"Country now," Danny offered with a look of semi-disgust. "I guess the rock country isn't horrible, but oh the traditional stuff…"

"I don't like country music," Charlie said with a shake of his head. "Except maybe that one song by Garth Brooks where the lady kills her husband."

"What?" Danny gasped nearly choking on his beverage.

"You know, the one he does live with an extra verse," Charlie said.

"How do you know about Garth Brooks Live?" Danny asked.

"The live in Central Park concert was on TV the other day," Grace said. "I was watching it. I don't mind Garth Brooks, or Rascal Flats. Garth Brooks has a couple of songs that have verses he only sings live."

"Friends In Low Place," Danny said.

"And, Thunder Rolls," Grace added. "That's the one with the killing verse. But I mean a lot of country artist have sung about doing that. The Night That The Light Went Out In Georgia. Good-Bye Earl. But it's not just country. Cher has a song called Dark Lady and there is murder in that. Chicago, the musical, is all about murder. It's like one of the great themes in modern music."

"Movies too," Danny said. "It's just so normalized."

"At least Garth Brooks only sings it live, he cuts that verse on the album," Charlie said.

"Aren't all of those songs a little old for you?" Danny asked. "Both of you?"

"Like Charlie said, they don't make music the way they used to," Grace said and shrugged.

"I guess you're right," Danny said with a nod.

325. What is the title of the story of your life, written as … a biography?

"'How Five-O Changed My Life'," Steve offered.

"More like, 'How Divorce Changed My Life'," Danny countered. "Five-O just compounded my problems and lifted me to higher status, and if I were to write my biography, as is my goal eventually, then I would have to go into detail about the task-force if I wanted the book to be a best seller world wide, not just here in Hawaii, and I can't do that because of the cases we investigate."

"Right, confidentiality and all that," Steve said with a nod. "But it is a catchy title."

"And more like your Biography because Five-O literally pulled you from the navy into all this bullshit, and then you pulled me in," Danny half complained. "I could write about the beginnings of the task force and the cases that caused it to be established but then we'd turn from my life into a biography about Five-O, and that in itself should be explored."

"So your biography, really, should be called; How Steve Changed My Life," His partner said with a wink.

"Just like my restaurant has to be called Steve's?" Danny asked sarcastically.

"We're going in on that as partners, maybe we should do the same for the book," Steve offered.

"Can't I have anything that is just mine?" Danny protested.

"No, we're in this together," Steve said and winked.