Writing Challenge #32: Find a story from the newspaper and expand on what happened and how the paper got the story wrong.
Monthly Archives: September 2017
Writing Prompt #320
Writing Prompt #320: She was the best archer in the palace and it had taken years of hard work to achieve.
Writing Prompt #319
Writing Prompt #319: He promised her he would return and marry her but he was starting to realise he might not make it.
Writing Prompt #318
Writing Prompt #318: Technically she wasn’t human but they didn’t need to know that just yet.
Writing Prompt #317
Writing Prompt #317: He was used to the strange noises in the walls but they scared his guests.
Emptiness (Response to Writing Prompt #308)
Well written response to capture his feeling.
Source: Writing Prompt #308
It was just an urge that he’d acted on, he’d punched the window and now he was standing in a pool of shards. He was looking for any other feeling besides the feeling of emptiness that has consumed him for years now. This was not a good day for him; he had better days when he felt like he had some control over his life. But today was different, today was just black.
He woke up this morning with emptiness around him. The feeling of grief consuming him even though he didn’t lose any loved one. The pit of his stomach seemed so heavy, his heart felt burdened, and his breathing stressed. All these feelings even though he had a good night sleep. He felt afraid, no, he felt very afraid to get out of bed. He felt the ground was filled with demons, red hot…
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The Lost Boy (response to Writing Prompt #304)
This is such a lovely story in response to my prompt, I’m glad you gave it a happy ending.
(writing prompt #304.https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/2017/09/14/writing-prompt-304/)
Source: Writing Prompt #304
He watched through the window as his mother tucked his half-sister in bed and kiss his step father goodnight, then he turned and vanished into the night. It was a daily ritual for Tom since he ran away from his father’s house six months ago. His father was an alcoholic who, in his opinion, probably didn’t even realize he wasn’t around. He was living bad days and worse nights when his father would come back from the bar and wake Tom up from his sleep just to start beating him. One night, Tom decided it was enough, he was going to go live with his mother instead.
His mother always wanted him in her life. She never gave him up, on the contrary she fought hard to gain custody of Tom but it was all because Tom’s dad knew how to best beat…
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Image Writing Prompt #29
Writing Prompt #29:
‘She plays beautifully doesn’t she?’
‘If you say so.’
Writing Prompt #316
Writing Prompt #316: No king would ever rule how she lived her life, even if it got her killed.
Writing Prompt #315
Writing Prompt #315: They had been depriving him of sleep on and off for months and he was starting to hallucinate.
Writing Prompt #314
Writing Prompt #314: She reaches for the apple but sees the shopkeeper’s eye on her and retracts her hand.
Writing Challenge #31
Writing Challenge #31: Choose 5 letters at random. Now write a short story or poem without using words that start with these letters.
Writing Prompt #313
Writing Prompt #313: He heard the lock click, he sighed, tonight was not the one they would forget to lock him in.
Writing Prompt #312
Writing Prompt #312: She wondered if burning the whole town to the ground was too extreme a method of destroying evidence, as she surveyed the smoking ruins, then she shrugged, she didn’t care.
Writing Prompt #311
Writing Prompt #311: He examined his hands, hoping to find traces of blood or gun powder.
Writing Prompt #310
Writing Prompt #310: Her favourite way to relax is lying on her back reading.
Image Writing Prompt #28
Writing Prompt #28:
‘Look it’s him.’
‘I thought for sure you’d never see that horse of yours again.’
‘I told you I would.’
Writing Prompt #309
Writing Prompt #309: He almost couldn’t find the energy to keep going but he’d gotten this far from the prison it wouldn’t be stupid to abandon the plan now.
Writing Prompt #308
Writing Prompt #308: It was just an urge that he’d acted on, he’d punched the window and now he was standing in a pool of shards.
Writing Prompt #307
Writing Prompt #307: It was like there was two or three of her in her head all fighting for control.
Writing Challenge #30
Writing Challenge #30: Describe a relationship you have with someone that could be easily misinterpreted by strangers or people who don’t know you well from their perspective.
Writing Prompt #306
Writing Prompt #306: He is determined not to waste any more time on the decoy puzzles and finish the main one.
Writing Prompt #305
Writing Prompt #305: She looks down at the chess board, to anyone else it looks like she is losing but she knows how she can win.
Writing Prompt #304
Writing Prompt #304: He watched through the window as his mother tucked his half-sister in bed and kiss his step father goodnight, then he turned and vanished into the night.
“Burning The Evidence” (Image Writing Prompt #27 — Dragonition) (Response)
This is such a great response, a very amusing read.
“We should burn the evidence” Eretemis offered, hanging the offending object over the fire to emphasize his point. Perfectly serious, he tried to seek out an answer in Valen’s face, the question in his eyes rather than his words.
“The evidence?” Valen snorted, rolling his eyes and swiftly freeing the whiskey bottle from Eerie’s grasp. “You can burn as many bottle as you want, and the evidence will still be inescapable.” Though his slur wasn’t nearly a match for his friend’s, Valen’s voice carried all the signs of a man well into his cups. He blamed 18+ years of being sober for that.
“I’ll have you know, I’m not at all drunk.” Eerie’s attempt at enunciation came across as a drunk father trying to teach his son to read, only cementing Valen’s opinion. He didn’t seem to realize this, however, and tipped a new bottle back to his lips, frowning…
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Writing Prompt #303
Writing Prompt #303: It took her a moment to work out which of them was which.
Image Writing Prompt #27
Writing Prompt #27:
‘We should burn the evidence.’
Writing Prompt #302
Writing Prompt #302: It was getting dark so he peered cautiously out of his cave ready to retreat at the first sign of danger.
Writing Prompt #301
Writing Prompt #301: She stabbed at his stomach with her sword but he was too experienced to be hit by her untrained attack and easily side stepped.
Writing Prompt #300
Writing Prompt #300: He was woken by the rope jerking tight around his waist as he rolled off the branch.
Writing Challenge #29
Writing Challenge #29: Make your narrator as unreliable as possible.
Writing Prompt #299
Writing Prompt #299: She used one of the gumboot by the front door to knock the rest of the broken glass out of the window frame before climbing through.
Writing Prompt #298
Writing Prompt #298: The ant bites burned like fire running up his leg but he could do nothing to defend himself against them.
Writing Prompt #297
Writing Prompt #297: She paddled determinedly through the flooded forest, occasionally having to lift her canoe over fallen tree.
Writing Prompt #296
Writing Prompt #296: He hadn’t seen his grandmother since he was about three and now at fifteen he only had a hazy memory of the woman he would be living with.
Image Writing Prompt #26
Writing Prompt #26:
‘Please play it again.’
‘How about another?’
‘Yes.’
Writing Prompt #295
Writing Prompt #295: She needed to find shelter before the sun rose and every living creature still out in the open was fried.
Writing Prompt #294
Writing Prompt #294: His temple throbbed and the bag over his head was making it hard to breath.
Writing Prompt #293
Writing Prompt #293: She tries not to panic in the small dark space, she wishes she chose a better hiding place than the suitcase.
Time to decode (response to Writing Prompt #281)
An interesting response Time to decode.
“What do these symbols mean?”
“There are three basic principles of communicating information that I know –letters and words exert a pull on the other, choices are gradually narrowed down to end speculation, and the final elimination of other alternatives.”
“What is your final message?”
“Words have become redundant. It is possible to communicate through symbols. Language is dead.”
“What are you trying to say? We work in a research lab, and write several papers and reports.”
“Unfortunately, not in the same era.”
“Elaborate.”
“There are some numbers on the last page to denote a date. It says 3050.”
(99 words)
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Pyramids (response to Image Writing Prompt #25)
The ending of Pyramids is very good and well done with the 52 word challenge that isn’t easy.
‘Do you remember when we lived down there?’
‘Not really it was too long ago.’
‘Then you’re lucky.’
“What is that memory which pains you?”
“It is embalmed and bandaged, and preserved in a pyramid.”
“Why does that pain you?”
“You and I were sworn enemies, and you lie next to me.”
(52 words)
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Stirrings of the Mind (response to Writing Prompt #277)
This is a very good description of my brain is sometimes when only writing can stop my thoughts buzzing. I really liked this poem Stirring of the Mind.
The incessant buzz
of thoughts that shatter
thoughts that inspire
thoughts that pass unnoticed
unnerve me.
My ideas are raw,
unfinished, unsophisticated
likely to be scorned
or laughed at.
I silence the voice.
The bees in my bonnet
have multiplied
they do not let me sleep
threatening an explosion
if not released.
Expression helps sanity
I am not God, but
it is nothing to be scoffed at
I have a sane voice
amidst loud, ungodly creatures.
Directionless (response to Writing Prompt #256)
I love the structure of this poem the link is here.
Nowhere is just a wonderful place
I don’t need to go anywhere
hear what the compass says
or look for directions.
I just look inwards
and find me
enjoying
myself
Bliss!
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Fundamentals (response to Writing Prompt #237)
I was enraged to see Tia in tears, and the doll I bought for her pulled apart. The doll was supposed to cry when the nipple was pulled out from its mouth, and quiten on the same being inserted back.
Animesh was patiently trying to put it back together.
“I need to understand how it functions. I can order better toys for her, then…”
The doll was back in shape, but the charm of holding something new in hand was taken away from us. I saw shades of him in Tia, who would turn the toys upside down, and check how automobile wheels moved.
I had fallen in love with Animesh, who was ten years older, and my teacher. He would often say,
“One cannot understand the fundamental nature of things, without breaking down the existing structures and available information. Then, your imagination and creativity helps you in establishing a…
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Writing Challenge #1 Response
The Bridge (response to Writing Prompt #240)
Here is the link. Yes it was ironic and perhaps a fitting end.
He sat on the rail of the bridge watching the people cross, waiting for his next victim.
He didn’t know that he was being watched, followed from the second he stepped out of his house. He didn’t realize that there is someone who wanted to prove his methods were not up to par, not meticulous enough. He didn’t know that during his last attack, the single slip up was the reason he was now hunted.
Once a hunter, now hunted.
Hunted because he let the girl scratch his face and the police found the evidence of his DNA underneath her fingernails.
And now, he was no longer part of the group. No longer welcomed.
Watching, he was being watched. Planning, his death was being planned, schemed.
The next day, newspapers read “the Bridge Serial Killer was Found Dead Beneath the Bridge.”
How ironic.
Fundamentals (response to Writing Prompt #237)
Lovely story I look forward to reading more the link is here.
I was enraged to see Tia in tears, and the doll I bought for her pulled apart. The doll was supposed to cry when the nipple was pulled out from its mouth, and quiten on the same being inserted back.
Animesh was patiently trying to put it back together.
“I need to understand how it functions. I can order better toys for her, then…”
The doll was back in shape, but the charm of holding something new in hand was taken away from us. I saw shades of him in Tia, who would turn the toys upside down, and check how automobile wheels moved.
I had fallen in love with Animesh, who was ten years older, and my teacher. He would often say,
“One cannot understand the fundamental nature of things, without breaking down the existing structures and available information. Then, your imagination and creativity helps you in establishing a…
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Star Wars (response to Writing Challenge #22)
They did a great job incorporating all the different genres into one short and lovely poem Star Wars.
The fairy with purple rings
Is spreading its grey-blue wings
on the yellow orange sky
while the Sun collects its things.
The Stars emit energy waves
and the Earth below raves
about the Nocturnal Internet
for which other planets crave.
Killer Rays from aliens generate fear
They emit after donning action gear
Earthlings approach Stars for protection
Aliens come from afar, the Stars are near.
The stars approach the Moon
“You can make the Aliens swoon
with your brilliant spotless beauty
and we, to the Wind’s music croon.”
And there we tame the aliens into behaving themselves 🙂
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Where? (response to Writing Challenge #18)
This is great you get such a vivid sense of the place without haveing to use sight to describe it. The other senses creat a rich picture.
The heavenly aroma of herbs and grilled meat permeated my senses. The sound of cutlery touching the plates was not very pleasant though. How I wished, they invented noiseless cutlery!
I wanted to focus more on the whispers from the table behind me.
“Are you sure, this is our last meeting?”
“Yes. I think it is time to move on, and explore the world.”
“Without each other?”
“Why not? There is an ocean of opportunities beyond. Just look there…..”
“Hmmmm…….”
The cool breeze was soothing on my flushed skin. It had crossed the mighty waves in a high tide, to reach me at this end.
I tried to slurp soundlessly on the coconut ice cream, creating new sensations on my palate. What a fool I had been to remain enslaved to the chocolate flavour, all along!
It was great to be in …….
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The Battle (Response to Writing Challenge #17)
A response to Writing Challenge #17 can be found here ‘The Battle’ by Reena Saxena
Dragonition Prompt
Life had been wasted in fighting the battle of mind-sets.
The battle of life had been wasted in fighting mind-sets.
The mind-sets had been wasted in fighting the battle of life.
The battle had been wasted in fighting mind-sets of life.
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Dragonition Writing Challenge-17
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