Writing Prompt #409: She was going to be locked up in the ward forever if she didn’t get control of her powers soon, surrounded by pale lavender walls forever.
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Writing Challenge #43
Writing Challenge #43: Choose a joke and write it as a sad or not funny story or poem.
Writing Prompt #408
Writing Prompt #408: He never said a word as they walked the city streets, just stared around with wide frightened eyes that took in everything.
Writing Prompt #407
Writing Prompt #407: Her eyes were full of spite as she told the younger girl that the boy she loved was never coming back, he was dead.
Writing Prompt #406
Writing Prompt #406: He could never bring himself to fight, his powers were strong enough to take down an entire army but he never used them.
Image Writing Prompt #40
Writing Prompt #40:
‘It feels like my face again, skin not fur.’
‘Is that good?’
‘You have no idea.’
Writing Prompt #405
Writing Prompt #405: She left the room at a run slamming the door behind her before they could see her tears.
Writing Prompt #404
Writing Prompt #404: He thought she would be coming home that night but he couldn’t be sure she was as hard to predict as a wild thing.
Writing Prompt #403
Writing Prompt #403: She watched over them knowing the darkness could descend at any time and she had to be ready to protect them when it did.
Writing Prompt #402
Writing Prompt #402: He would always remember her as a child with innocent question and hopeful eyes.
Writing Challenge #42
Writing Challenge #42: Zoom all the way out on google maps then zoom in at random. Describe your journey to your destination and mode of transport.
Writing Prompt #401
Writing Prompt #401: She came to relish the pain it reminded her why she was alive and motivated her to stick to her plan to overthrow her abuser and exact her revenge.
Writing Prompt #400
Writing Prompt #400: He brought them together because alone they had no power to change the world for the better.
Writing Prompt #399
Writing Prompt #399: As she fell again she wondered if this time she would hit the ground and die or if the dragon would bother to catch her again.
Image Writing Prompt #39
Writing Prompt #39:
‘Are you a frog or a prince?’
‘A princess actually.’
‘I was just kidding I didn’t expect you to talk.’
Writing Prompt #398
Writing Prompt #398: His excuse should have been watertight but he decided to embellish the story and it started to fall apart.
Shapeshifter (Story Fragment)
‘He’s right behind me isn’t he,’ I asked.
‘Actually he’s right in front of you,’ she said.
‘What were?’ I asked looking around and checking behind me just in case.
‘He’s the cat,’ she said.
The cat who had been stalking up and down the coffee table, arched its back and hissed at her.
‘Sorry Dad,’ she said, ‘but he would have found out eventually.’
‘Don’t tell me he’s a shape shifter,’ I groaned.
She nodded.
‘I’m sorry,’ I said to the cat, ‘I shouldn’t have talked about you behind your back but you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping.’
The cat yowled at me and stalked out of the room. A minute later a tall ginger haired man stalked into the room.
‘You should be more careful with your words young man,’ he said, ‘especially if you want to keep seeing my daughter.
Writing Prompt #397
Writing Prompt #397: She watched the wreckers roaming the street and gripped her baseball bat tighter they would not touch her house without a fight.
Mirrors (Story Fragment)
Every way she turned there was something reflecting her. She’d catch glimpses of her face, her legs or the whole of herself. Often it gave her a fright she didn’t connect to the person in the mirror. It wasn’t that she wasn’t self-aware it was the person reflected in the mirror was not who she was. It was like seeing herself in a costume she had forgotten she had put on. She tried not to look in mirrors for the most part but here she couldn’t avoid them. She was trapped in a house full of mirrors.
Writing Prompt #396
Writing Prompt #396: He left her waiting still bleeding under the oak with every intention of returning but was captured before he had the chance.
The Girl: Response to Dragonition Writing Prompt #389
An interesting story
He was willing to stay a couple of nights but no longer than that. He could not bear to go on in this manner more than a short amount of time. He could not bear to put the girl, or his wife, through that kind of pain.
She looked so peaceful as she slept. Her youth was written all over her face, the lines around her mouth smooth and shallow, unmarked by heavy stress. All that mouth had seen was laughter and flirty smiles and sweet, gentle kisses.
She rolls over under his arm, her hair tickling his chin. Her hair screams youth as well. A vibrant red, not yet overrun by stubborn grays, not yet dulled by pain and struggle. It smells sweet and spicy, her perfume – probably something from Victoria’s Secret – colliding with the cologne his wife had picked out for him years ago to make…
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Characters For An Epic Tale
This is fantastic!
Camelia (haiku)
Petals pink and soft
The centre gold stamen froth
Surrounded by leaves
Procrastination Poetry (published)
I should be doing study
Not writing out poetry
I’m being silly
Home (haiku)
He walked the road alone
He was not yet nearly home
Home was far away
Hidden House (story fragment)
The roof was also the walls, it sloped up making a triangle at either end of two long walls. Trees hugged either side, stretching branches to arch over the roof, providing both shade and camouflage. Most people didn’t even notice it was there. The strange shaped house was cosy and deserted. He crept up and peered through the window between the almost closed curtains. Everything was covered in dust and cobwebs. No one had been inside for months. He tried the door it was locked but the key was buried in a pot plant. He crept inside and looked around. He would make it his if no one returned, it was perfect.
Writing Prompt #395
Writing Prompt #395: She knew the truth could go either way depending on the person, she was never sure if it would work in her favour.
Writing Challenge #41
Writing Challenge #41: Expand on a story told to you by someone else.
Writing Prompt #394
Writing Prompt #394: After getting away with murder for thirty one years he turned himself in.
Chess (limerick)
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
Dancing (limerick)
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
Social media problems (limerick)
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
Poodle (limerick)
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
Girl on a train (limerick)
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
Insomnia (limerick)
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
Gender (limerick)
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
Unrequited (limerick)
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
Baker (limerick)
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
Alcoholic Pixie (limerick)
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
The Cow (limerick)
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
Birds nest (limerick)
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
Writing Prompt #393: No words could describe the horror they’d been through but it didn’t mean they should stop using them altogether.
Eyes (in response to Writing Prompt #381)
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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The Gift (in response to Image Writing Prompt #37)
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.
- There are too many to choose from, aren’t there?
- I know
They walked past a red velvet hat that caught Jacqueline’s eye.
- how about this one?
- I don’t think my mom likes the color red. What about your mom?
- She prefers dark colors.
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Writing Prompt #392
Writing Prompt #392: She watched the black liquid ooze under the door, across the room and up the wall.
Writing Prompt #391
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
Writing Prompt #390: She reached the edge of the desert as the sun was beginning to rise.
Writing Prompt #389
Writing Prompt #389: He was willing to stay a couple of nights but no longer than that.
Writing Prompt #388
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
Writing Prompt #387: He was supposed to be the one navigating but he was completely lost.
Dragonition 