Kay peered down through the skylight at the family sitting around the table. The youngest a boy reached for the bread and one of the older girls pulled it away responding to the mother’s command. She couldn’t see a father the boys were all too young. She looked closer. The children didn’t seem at all alike but half resembled the mother in some feature. They must have different fathers she decided and they all must have left. Then the kitchen door opened. The children jumped up to great the woman who walked in, their other mother Kay realised. Kay could now see the woman’s resemblance to the other children. Kay smiled down at the family she should have known better than to assume.
The echidna waddled peacefully through the grass nosing under fallen branches and bark for insects. A larger creature skidded on rocks and loose earth and it instinctively dove for cover under a rock only leaving its spiny back exposed. It hadn’t bothered to see that made the noise just knew instinctively to find shelter before something decided to scoop it up and eat it. It waited for silence to resume then slowly extricated itself from under the rock and wandered off. It was completely unaware of the still and silent presence looming over it.
Writing Prompt #155: Her cat wove between her ankles nearly tripping her and she bent to pick him up.
Writing Prompt #154: He wasn’t sure but he thought he knew the voice from somewhere.
Writing Challenge #7: Choose a household object now write a dialogue between you and the object.
Writing Prompt #153: She lay on her stomach on the floor trying to breathe quietly and hoping they wouldn’t look under the bed.
Writing Prompt #152: He made sure both feet had firm footholds before he looked around for his next hand hold.
Writing Prompt #151: She shrugged knowing it would piss the bully off and show just how little his word meant to her.
Writing Prompt #150: The kitchen was the biggest and most well stocked he’d ever seen, it was like a dream come true for an aspiring chef.
Writing Prompt #149: His grandmother could make anyone behave even the bear that got out at the zoo took one look at her and sat down meekly.
Writing Prompt #148: She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt even a little safe.
Writing Prompt #147: Shampoo dripped into his eyes making them burn but he didn’t care, he just had to get the smell of her off his skin.
Writing Challenge #6: Choose an animal that would make an unlikely pet now write an ad selling it as a pet. For example a boa constrictor or a giant squid.
Writing Prompt #146: The lock on the door was too sophisticated for even her to pick, she was trapped.
Writing Prompt #145: ‘I know you don’t listen to me but maybe this time you should,’ she said, ‘unless of course you all want to die.’
Writing Prompt #5:
‘So you don’t live in toadstools?’
‘Of course not what do you think we are common fairies.’
Writing Prompt #144: They had been living life inside a bubble for more than a century now but they would never be safe from each other.
Writing Prompt #143: ‘Can anybody fly this thing?’ he asked ‘If not I’ll just give it my best shot.’
Writing Prompt #142: They come snapping at his heels the hellhounds from next door, little fluffy white hellhounds.
Writing Prompt #141: All that they fought for was gone in a matter of seconds swept away by the torrent of water.
Writing Prompt #140: She fake smiled so he won’t see how much pain she was in.
Writing Challenge #5: Write a letter to your future self, to your past self or to your future children.
Writing Prompt #139: He realized she loved herself more than she could ever love him but somehow that didn’t matter.
Writing Prompt #138: In the box beneath the bed is a letter that was never read.
Writing Prompt #4:
‘Come in I’ll put a cuppa on.’
Writing Prompt #137: The moon was like a spotlight on the lake and the solitary swan a solo dancer.
Writing Prompt #136: She woke up to find the summer gone she’s been in a coma for months.
Writing Prompt #135: He met this girl for the first time on Saturday night and it turned out she wasn’t a girl.
The fog drifted around her. She could barely make out the trees around her or even her feet. She walked carefully knowing if she stepped off the path and into the swamp it could swallow her in seconds if she was lucky or drag her slowly down centimetre by terrifying centimetre as she struggled to free herself. She felt for the next stone with her left foot. As a child she’d been able to run along these hidden paths with her eyes shut but she hadn’t been home in years. She had never wanted to come back but now she was, one careful step at a time. She had to warn them and she was the only one who could that still cared enough.
Writing Prompt #134: He felt like he won when he lost the fight, than was how it was with vampires, when you stopped fighting and just let them drink it felt so incredibly good at least until later.
Writing Prompt #133: Now it seems her only chance is giving up the fight, she has to choose between surrender and survival or defiance and death.
Writing Challenge #4: Find a small random object, write about the journey it went on before you found it.
Writing Prompt #132: He couldn’t escape if he wanted to not that he did the cage he was in made sure of that.
Writing Prompt #131: She was defeated, he won the war but if he let her live she would find a way to win the next war.
Writing Prompt #3:
‘We have to get home before dark.’
‘We’ll be eaten, now run!’
Writing Prompt #130: ‘There is no other place in this world I would rather be than in this cave with you’ she said to the dragon.
Writing Prompt #129: They would find a way to face a new tomorrow together even if tomorrow would be even worse than today.
Writing Prompt #128: People laugh and point their fingers like she was a monkey at the zoo, she was in a cage but she was far more intelligent than a monkey.
The clouds hung grey and heavy over the hill dotted haphazardly with houses. Their size varied from tiny units to massive eight bedroom, two story giants. Trees mottled the remaining space forming green organic blobs among the red square rooves. A bird sat on a TV antenna occasionally letting out a chirp calling to the other birds. Then it took off with a clatter of feathered wings. Sief held on tight to its neck feathers. If she fell her own wings were probably still not strong enough to save her from this height, even if it was only one story. The bird finally landed. Sief quickly slid to the ground. The bird ruffled its feathers and took off again. She looked up through the broccoli leaves to watch it fly away.
Writing Prompt #127: He was sitting in the palm tree occasionally throwing coconuts to scare the tourists.
This is story is sad but left me wanting to know what happened to the character.
Here is a story response to one of my writing prompts Writing Prompt #122 by Teara Mori check out her blog Teara’s Thoughts.
Writing Prompt #126: She tried to hide behind the flowers, it didn’t work, she couldn’t make herself small enough.
Writing Challenge #3: Describe something you love then describe it as though you hate it.
Writing Prompt #125: She could see the look that the girl gave her, it was a look that said ‘stay away I am not someone you should mess with’, she approached the girl.
Writing Prompt #124: Sitting in the darkest corner he could see everyone more clearly than they could see him and that was how he liked it.
Writing Prompt #2:
‘Are you a mermaid?’
‘No but people often mistake me for one.’
Writing Prompt #123: It is an unkind world that has only made her a girl, where everyone else is something more.
Writing Prompt #122: Who could ever believe that she could be mine, such a strange and beautiful creature?