Writing Challenge #41: Expand on a story told to you by someone else.
Writing Challenge #41: Expand on a story told to you by someone else.
Writing Prompt #394: After getting away with murder for thirty one years he turned himself in.
He once met a man online
Who he thought was terribly fine
He’s beating him a chess
His game is a mess
And I can’t think of a last line
There once was a boy from dancing
Who worked very hard at his prancing
He met a girl dancer
She liked him and he her
And off they would go for a twirling
Online there lurk trolls in their holes
They can’t see all the hurt that befalls
Manners are all gone
No one puts their phone down
To see people fall down rabbit holes
I once owned a poodle named Dudeles
Whose fur looked a lot like noodles
He cost lots of money
His fur looked like honey
But he hated my poor labradoodles
I once saw a girl on a train
Who just sat and stared out at the rain
She sat there so still
It became hard to tell
Whether she’d become part of the train
One night she just couldn’t sleep
She had even tried counting sheep
But they all ran away
And ate all of her hay
Making her break down and weep
There was a child with a dilemma
They didn’t quite understand gender
It was more than a faze
It was not just a craze
They might have been both or neither
There was a silly young girl
Who fell for a girl with a curl
She knew it was pointless
Telling her would be useless
But her poor head remained in a whirl
There was a skinny old baker
Whose wife wouldn’t eat what he made her
He gave up in despair
Tried to pull out his hair
Then got a new idea and ate her
In the creek flowing out of the Hill
Lives a pixie that calls herself Jill
She has sharp little claws
Pointy teeth, deadly jaws
And makes the best bottles of swill
There once was a cow from Dover
Who would only eat four leaved clover
She suffers terrible stress
And her horns were a mess
The moon she would never jump over
There once was a boy named Matt
Who was wearing a floppy old hat
It was awfully smelly
And a bird he’d named Nelly
Had made a fine nest where she sat
Writing Prompt #393: No words could describe the horror they’d been through but it didn’t mean they should stop using them altogether.
It is hard to represent the image of our imagination.
Crumpled paper covers every flat surface of his room, he can’t get the eyes right. He is usually very good at sketching portraits but the eyes were haunting him. It all started one day in his dream. He dreamed he was sitting next to the lake hand in hand with a lady dressed in a light blue dress. She had her head covered by an over-sized hat and her delicate fingers wrapped in pink lace gloves. Her brown hair did not move. It was propped and primped into soft waves that cascaded around her face and framed her small features. She was looking down at her hands and her long thick lashes set themselves ever so gently on her cheekbones.
He wondered who the lady may be but didn’t know how ask. He was afraid to speak lest the calmness be disturbed by his voice. He…
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This is such a sweet story.
Jacqueline stood next to the shop waiting for her best friend, Danielle, to show up. It was a sunny Saturday morning in the small village of Piana where trade was plenty and spirits were high. Danielle skipped down the road and smiled at Jacqueline who held up the bag of coins they managed to save from the beginning of the year. It was finally time to buy the gift.
Both girls entered the shop reluctantly: Jacqueline with her high blond ponytail and Danielle’s short black hair were out of place in the high class French accessories shop but they didn’t seem to realize.
They walked past a red velvet hat that caught Jacqueline’s eye.
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Writing Prompt #392: She watched the black liquid ooze under the door, across the room and up the wall.
Writing Prompt #391: He knew that saying something didn’t make it true but saying it often enough would make people believe anything.
Writing Prompt #390: She reached the edge of the desert as the sun was beginning to rise.
Writing Prompt #389: He was willing to stay a couple of nights but no longer than that.
Writing Prompt #388: She had running the tavern for a few years now and she was starting to get to know the clientele.
Writing Prompt #387: He was supposed to be the one navigating but he was completely lost.
Writing Prompt #386: She practiced using the flint and steel for hours and finally got a fire going.
Writing Prompt #385: He considered their offer for a number of minutes than shook his head.
Writing Prompt #384: The cot was empty her baby was gone, she was about to go look for it when another baby in its place.
Writing Prompt #383: The rain just kept falling, day after day, soaking him as he liked and turning the ground to mud.
Writing Prompt #382: She sips suspiciously at her tea but its good and she starts to relax.
Writing Prompt #381: Crumpled paper covers every flat surface of his room, he can’t get the eyes right.
Writing Prompt #380: She wants to open her eyes but it feels like they are glued shut.
Writing Prompt #38:
‘You want some.’
‘No thank you, forgetting the cage won’t make it gone, or set us free.’
Writing Prompt #379: He sees the pearls just lying in a pile on the bench and picks one up curiously.
Writing Prompt #378: She pulls herself free of the sucking mud emerging like a swamp monster.
Writing Prompt #377: He chooses quickly without understanding what his choice means.
Writing Challenge #40: Write a story or poem where every or every other, sentence or line is a question.
Writing Prompt #376: She bares her teeth and snarls at them like a wild animal.
Writing Prompt #375: He’s starting to get his coordination back but he’s still got a long way to go.
Writing Prompt #374: She’s not sincere and he can tell but he accepts the apology anyway.
Writing Prompt #373: He doesn’t know if he can stand to be rejected by another family.
Writing Prompt #37:
‘There are too many to choose from, aren’t there?’
Writing Prompt #372: They know she will work it out on her own, it is better that way.
Writing Prompt #371: She strides across the oval henchmen in tow, all the other kids get out of his way as he bears down on his target.
Writing Prompt #370: She stands on teetering piles of books trying to reach an ancient tomb on the top shelf.
Writing Challenge #39: Use the ‘random article’ feature of Wikipedia to find a topic to write about.
Writing Prompt #369: The tiny creature is standing fuming on his chest when he wakes up.
Writing Prompt #368: The whole situation is overwhelming, the hundreds of people, the bright sunlight, the smells and the noisy rides.
Writing Prompt #367: She ran her hands over her shaved head knowing it would make her look completely different.
Writing Prompt #366: He kicked the box in frustration but he’d never get it open without the right spell.
Writing Prompt #36:
‘Come on, what are you waiting for?’
Writing Prompt #365: The swallows dart across the water, she stretches out a hand to one and it lands for a second before darting away.