Writing Prompt #191:
‘He’s my best friend.’
‘And he’s my second best friend.’
‘Hey!’
‘Just kidding, he’s my best friend.’
Writing Prompt #191:
‘He’s my best friend.’
‘And he’s my second best friend.’
‘Hey!’
‘Just kidding, he’s my best friend.’
I love the way you created such a good sense of place in such a short piece. In response to Image Writing Prompt #179
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On Sundays, I respond to a writing prompt that I enjoy. This week, I chose the dragonition image prompt #179. The image creeped me out (contained an antique doll), so I’m not including it this time, but the prompt words included in the story are bolded. Because I read Longtails and reviewed it earlier, I wrote this from the perspective of human-like mice. It may or may not be a fanfiction…
“Alms for the poor?”
I jumped when the beggar, ears ragged and fur matted with the filth of the city streets, tugged on my cloak. Without thinking about it, my hand reached for the short-sword on my hilt, but I let the blade rest in its leather scabbard. “I don’t carry coin I don’t intend to use for myself,” I said. “The Church of Screel will gladly give you sup, if you’d find your way there.”
The…
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I like the twist in this story in response to writing prompt #541.
When the rack of bells jingled behind him, signaling that someone had entered the shop, Zeke didn’t look around. Business usually picked up on Friday afternoons as people realized the random parts they needed for their home improvement attempts. A steady stream of people had been flowing through the shop since about lunchtime. That was four hours ago now, and the hum of conversation and the occasional dissatisfied customer had faded to the background of Zeke’s consciousness. With every flick of his knife against the wood, a sliver of his problems seemed to fall away. By now, with the head of the raven steadily forming under his blade, he wasn’t worrying. When the shop fell silent, and when that silence cracked with his mother’s yelp of horror, he took him a moment or two to return to the present.
“I understand that you sell many things here…
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Writing Prompt #560: She stepped forward slowly into the darkness and the trap snapped shut around her ankle.
Writing Prompt #190:
‘They almost look too good to eat.’
Writing Prompt #559: They sent her a photo of her back so she would know they were right behind her.
Writing Prompt #189:
‘Better head home before the sun sets.’
Writing Prompt #558: He hated his new school shoes they were stiff and rubbed at his heels.
Writing Prompt #188:
‘I wouldn’t borrow his brushes if I were you.’
‘Why not?’
‘He’s very particular about how he looks after them.’
Writing Prompt #557: It was hard not to let the comments of the other dancers get to her especially when she was so far from home without any friends.
Writing Prompt #187:
‘That’s the scariest mask I’ve ever seen.’
‘It’s reflecting your face.’
‘Exactly.’
Writing Prompt #556: He was so cold he could no longer think clearly enough to understand what they were doing to him.
Writing Prompt #186:
‘She’s beautiful.’
‘I’d be dead by now without her.’
Writing Prompt #555: They crept into the cave shining their torches ahead of them and blinding the inhabitants that were not used to being exposed to light.
Writing Prompt #185:
‘That’s not food it’s a deadly weapon.’
‘They’re not poisonous.’
‘Yeah but they make a good projectile.’
Writing Prompt #554: She knew better than to question him when he was in this mood, she would be better off to hide.
Writing Prompt #184:
‘Looks like it has been a while since anyone got drunk here.’
‘Yeah probably.’
Writing Prompt #553: He warned her anyway knowing she would most likely not listen.
Writing Prompt #183:
‘So that was your escape plan.’
‘It still is.’
‘You’re not escaping.’
Writing Prompt #552: She knew what she was doing, she had to make them trust her before she could get everything done.
Writing Prompt #182:
‘Are you sure we won’t die when we hit the bottom?’
‘It’s magic we’ll be fine.’
Writing Prompt #551: He put his foot down and the car jerked forward as he eased the clutch out but once it was going the car ran well enough.
Writing Prompt #181:
‘Standing still doesn’t make you invisible.’
‘It’s worked before.’
Writing Prompt #550: She ducked under the punch and kicked out at his knees but he was expecting the move and caught her foot lifting her into the air.
Writing Prompt #180:
‘She must have gone that way.’
‘Or that’s just what she wants you to think.’
Writing Prompt #549: He watched her butcher the carcass like she’d done it a hundred times and had to turn away so he could be sick in the bushes.
Writing Prompt #179:
‘See, good as new.’
‘Really.’
Writing Prompt #548: She was not afraid of killing things but she never would consider it unless it was necessary for her survival.
Writing Prompt #178:
‘It’s not much but it’s all we’ve got.’
‘At least it’s a start.’
Writing Prompt #547: They should have left while they had the chance now they would have to fight to the end.
Writing Prompt #177:
‘Don’t touch that…’
‘Ow!’
Writing Prompt #546: They were trying to disprove the rumours of the monster in the mountains but what they found was almost more disturbing.
Writing Prompt #176:
‘Are you sure he lives up there?’
Writing Prompt #545: He had been planning his escape since he arrived in the secluded farm.
Writing Prompt #175:
‘Can you see them?’
‘Who?’
‘You aren’t looking hard enough.’
Writing Prompt #544: She wanted to be alone for the night and set her tent away from the other, right out of earshot.
Writing Prompt #174:
‘That swing can take you anywhere you can dream up.’
Writing Prompt #543: If he hadn’t been so scared of flying he might not have been shipwrecked.
Writing Prompt #173:
‘What are you drawing?’
‘I don’t know yet.’
Writing Prompt #542: She was born a slave, as were her parents and grandparents, for her it was just how things were.
Writing Prompt #172:
‘It’s freezing.’
‘Your powers of observation astound me.’
Writing Prompt #541: He was from a small town his parents ran the local hardware store but really they sold everything.
Writing Prompt #171:
‘I thought mermaids were in the ocean.’
‘Well she’s not exactly a mermaid.’
‘Right well where is she.’
‘Just be patient.’
Writing Prompt #540: She wasn’t even meant to be there, her mother got sick at the last minute and gave her the ticket.
Writing Prompt #170:
‘What is that?’
‘A skull.’
‘Yes but what is it doing in here?’
‘I need it for the spell.’
‘Right.’
Writing Prompt #539: He hunted methodically finding the weakest and most vulnerable, anyone who would never be missed because there was no one to miss them.
Writing Prompt #169:
‘Everything is spinning.’
‘Just sit for a minute.’
Writing Prompt #538: She was amazed by the beauty of her surroundings knowing all too well how vicious the people who lived there were.
Writing Prompt #168:
‘Don’t fight it just go to sleep.’
Writing Prompt #537: He only went to the yoga class to hit on the women he never expected he’d fall for the male instructor.