Writing Prompt #188

Writing Prompt #188: He panicked as the numbers on the page danced before his eyes.

Writing Prompt #187

Writing Prompt #187: She rolled her eyes at his clumsy attempt at gallantry it made him look ridiculous not charming.

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Writing Prompt #11

‘Look a fox.’

‘That’s not a fox.’

‘Then what is it?’

‘A witch.’

Writing Prompt #186

Writing Prompt #186: He swirled the spoon through the stew trying not to think about what might have gone into it.

Writing Prompt #185

Writing Prompt #185: She didn’t care how dangerous the assignment was she would always finish it.

Writing Prompt #184

Writing Prompt #184:  He chose the other path this time hoping it would not be yet another dead end.

Writing Prompt #183

Writing Prompt #183: She leaned forward across the desk her face earnest and caring but he could see through the act.

Writing Prompt #182

Writing Prompt #182: He was off balance stumbling back, her sword was flashing all around him and he was barely able to fend it off.

Writing Challenge #11

Writing Challenge #11: Find two or three ads in a magazine or newspaper. Now write a short story or poem using only the words found in the ads.

Writing Prompt #181

Writing Prompt #181: She sat on a plastic chair in the reception area pretending to flick through the magazines.

Writing Prompt #180

Writing Prompt #180: The book he’d ruined lay smouldering by the fire, he’d tried to dry it over the flames but had only succeeded in setting it ablaze.

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Writing Prompt #10:

‘Please don’t drive past, I don’t know how much longer I can stand here.’

Writing Prompt #179

Writing Prompt #179: She weighed the gunpowder carefully, it wouldn’t do to make a mistake with a bomb.

Writing Prompt #178

Writing Prompt #178: He leant against the wall grinning up at her as she perched above him.

Writing Prompt #177

Writing Prompt #177: The trees looked somehow greener than when she’d left, she remembered this place being more dried out.

Angel (Short Story)

‘What are you?’ I asked.

‘An angel,’ he said, ‘I guess that’s what you would call me.’

I stared at me dubiously. He had bright blue hair, and was covered in intricate Celtic-knot tattoos. He was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. His wings were huge and white the feathers gleamed in the moonlight.

‘Nice tats,’ I said at last.

He glanced down at his arm, ‘Thanks,’ he said after a pause.

‘What are you doing down here?’ I asked.

‘I fell…’ he said.

‘What did you do?’ I asked.

‘I fell in love with you,’ he said.

‘But we just met,’ I said.

‘But I was watching over you,’ he said.

Then he stepped forward and kissed me. I went to pull back in surprise and then let myself melt into the kiss. His arms went around my waist and I felt his wings enfold us in our own private cacoon. He pulled away for a second and I sighed contentedly.

‘So was it because you fell for a human or a man?’ I asked.

‘Because you are human,’ he said, ‘we are not to love any of you more than the rest.’

‘So gender has nothing to do with it?’ I asked.

‘No and it’s never been a problem,’ he said, ‘humans always like to make up random shit that should be deemed sinful.’

‘You swore,’ I said incredulous.

‘Yeah so,’ he said, ‘I already fell didn’t I.’

We both laughed.

Writing Prompt # 176

Writing Prompt #176: He couldn’t look at her anymore not after what she’d done to him.

Writing Prompt #175

Writing Prompt #175: Swearing under her breath she turned plastering a fake smile on her face to hide her frustration.

Writing Challenge #10

Writing Challenge #10: Choose a person you have seen recently but don’t know very well. Now write about an encounter you had with them from their perspective.

Writing Prompt #174

Writing Prompt #174: He found himself in a deserted carpark but couldn’t remember how he got there.

Writing Prompt #173

Writing Prompt #173: She could smell the freshness of the place, the lack of humans, only the hint of a loner or two.

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Writing Prompt #9:

‘There’s the castle.’

‘It’s still a day’s walk away.’

Writing Prompt #172

Writing Prompt #172: He zoomed around the bends on his motorbike, the adrenaline making him fearless.

Writing Prompt #171

Writing Prompt #171: Her shift was ragged and too thin to be any use against the cold but she couldn’t afford new clothes.

Whisper

Don’t be shy for I won’t tell

I can keep a secret well

Whisper to me in my ear

So that only I can hear

Tell me all your secrets

Tell me all your tip bits

Don’t be afraid I won’t spill

I promise that I never will

Writing Prompt #170

Writing Prompt #170: Their garden overflowed with food now but if they didn’t start saving it now they would starve in winter.

Writing Prompt #169

Writing Prompt #169: He scars glowed white in the sun, physical reminders of all the fights she’d been through.

Writing Prompt #168

Writing Prompt #168: She sat flicking through the photos she’d taken the day before, she couldn’t remember any of it.

Writing Challenge #9

Writing Challenge #9: Pick a person you love and a person you don’t like. Write a character with the personality of one person and the physicality of the other.

Writing Prompt #167

Writing Prompt #167: She lay on her stomach on the branch watching the line of ants wind its way up the trunk.

Writing Prompt #166

Writing Prompt #166: The elephant looked right at him before turning and walking away.

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Writing Prompt #8:

‘Which way is up?’

‘Watch the bubbles.’

Writing Prompt #165

Writing Prompt #165: His headphones were around his neck like an uncomfortable necklace, he wanted to put them back on but he knew it would seem rude.

Writing Prompt #164

Writing Prompt #164: As he opened the door music poured out of his room to fill the hall making her take a step back.

Spread your wings

Spread your wings and fly away

Don’t come back again today

Let your wings carry you far

Past the moon to a distant star

You’ll be safe there despite the heat

You were made for fire not sleet

Lay your egg there where it can hatch

And where it’s safe from those who snatch

Now go before I change my mind

Don’t be the last one of your kind

Writing Prompt #163

Writing Prompt #163: He wanted to slump forward and rest his head on the steering wheel but there wasn’t time he had to get out of there.

Unnecessary Sabotage (Short Story)

There was a knock at my door.

‘Coming Darling,’ I called.

I opened the door to find two police men standing dripping on my doorstep.

‘Mrs Hess?’ the older one asked.

‘Yes, I was expecting my husband,’ I said, ‘what is this about?’

‘May we come in?’ asked the older of the two.

‘Yes would you like a drink,’ I said politely, ‘what is this about?’

‘I think you should sit down,’ said the younger.

I sat down.

‘We are sorry to inform you that your husband is dead, his car ran off the cliff,’ said the older.

‘No your wrong he can’t have,’ I said.

‘Is this your husband?’ asked the older showing me his driver’s licence in an evidence bag.

‘Yes,’ I said starting to cry.

They stood awkwardly watching me.

‘I shouldn’t have made him go out in this weather,’ I said, ‘I shouldn’t have asked him to get me soup.’

‘It wasn’t your fault,’ said the older one.

I knew it was but I wasn’t going to tell anyone what I’d done.

‘Do you know how it happened,’ I sniffed and grabbed a tissue.

‘A truck swung onto the wrong side of the road and he swerved off the road to avoid it,’ he said.

‘I shouldn’t have asked for the soup,’ I started crying again.

What I really shouldn’t have done, what I hadn’t needed to do was sabotage the brakes, the ironic thing was he would have died tonight anyway in this random accident. The younger policeman patted my hand sympathetically while the older went to make us some tea.

Writing Prompt #162

Writing Prompt #162: He poured the milk carefully this time so as not to spill it everywhere again.

Writing Prompt #161

Writing Prompt #161: She shook her head at him but it was too late the words are already pouring out of his mouth.

Writing Challenge #8

Writing Challenge #8: Write a fairy tale or other story you’ve read from the villain’s perspective.

Writing Prompt #160

Writing Prompt #160: His heart was racing as he crouched down behind the skip, hearing his pursuers run past.

Writing Prompt #159

Writing Prompt #159: The rain came down suddenly and they were drenched before they even had time to look around for shelter.

Writing Prompt #141 Response

Is is the link to Teara’s Response to one of my prompts. It is a quick enjoyable read.

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Writing Prompt #7:

‘Please don’t eat me.’

‘Why would I do that, humans taste terrible.’

Writing Prompt #158

Writing Prompt #158: They hugged goodbye knowing they might never see each other again.