I think this is such an interesting character to explore.
I really loved this short story. It’s centred around the villain essentially and the way they think what they are doing is good.
via The Curse
via Dancing Nymphs
A mystical story in response to Image Writing Prompt #50.
I love this it is interesting perspective to write from.
Hey y’all! This is another response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenges. Don’t forget to check out the original post!
A Speck of Dust
This tiny, insignificant particle of dust. It came to be after some terrible person trampled on its home and family. His poor parents told him to run away, to find higher ground right before they were separated. He then hid in a dark corner, out of sight from the giants that ruined his life. A colony of strange and tiny little beings then moved onto him a few months after his solitude began. The speck of dust became great friends with the tiny beings, though they did make him gain some weight. His solitude ended in that corner of the old bookshelf, and he could feel himself coming back to life. He gave a solemn vow to protect the colony until the end of time, but everything…
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Haha his is a great response 🙂
Hey y’all!T his is another response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenges. If you haven’t already, please check out my other responses here. Also, don’t forget to visit the original post! (Please understand that this is the opposite of how I actually feel about 4-H and my whole personality.)
4-H is the Worst
4-H is the most terribly, most absolutely worst. Club. Ever.
Having to work together with people face to face?
Inconceivable! And everything is a challenge!
So not only am I to work with others, but I have to work at it.
There are so many practices to go to, and
Having to show up to all of them makes my social life hard.
Everyone now has to wait until after 8:00 PM to see my
Wonderful selfies that I post ten times a day.
Oh, and the contests are usually hours away.
Really? Waking up at five…
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A beautiful little response
A Summer Dream’s Winter
It’s dark and cold on the beach. The ground shifts under my feet, which is usually a scary thought, but right now, it can only bring comfort. The wind howls from the gulf and a chill is sent through out my body. Though the moon is full, its light is hidden behind the grey clouds. Dust slithers around me like a snake and disappears into the vast wet void before me. I see lights in the far distance that bring in travelers or goods from who knows where. I sit and breathe in the strange, yet wonderful smell of the marine area. Closing my eyes, I feel the momentary peace that even pain cannot steal. A summer…
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Another short sad story. I like how it circles back to the idea of the piano it gives it a complete feeling. The writing is simple and polished making it easy and enjoyable to read.
“You never play anymore, you just sit there,” I told my dad one afternoon as the light fell on the black and white keys and his unwavering hands. He seemed lost in thought as always and kept his eyes fixed on his fingers. I recalled how the music notes would fill our home from early morning before we were ready to go to school. It was the sound of the keys and the smell of the coffee that made our home what it was.
And now, the sound ceased to exist.
It was three months ago when my mother passed away so suddenly. It was a calm night in March when I heard her being rushed down the stairs with my dad. I came out of my room with my headphones on my shoulders not knowing what was going on. She had on her light…
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I like the way they weave the story in such a poetic form.
Hey y’all! This is a response to Dragonition’s Writing Challenge #1. I hope you guys will enjoy it!
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As we dance on the old, worn grey carpet, his eyes beam
Brighter in contrast to their deep dark pools.
Color floods my cheeks as he pulls me closer, our silent
Dance more intimate. I love it, him and the dancing. I close my eyes,
Embracing our last moment of silence together. He will never know.
Far into the distance the sirens wail close. I begin to
Gather my thoughts and pull back. My dark haired love sighs.
“How is it,” he starts, ” that every good moment between us,
Izzy, comes to an abrupt end? Come on; let’s just run to
Jayblu. They won’t find us there and we can live – “
“Knowing that we abandoned everyone and the rebellion.
Love, you know just…
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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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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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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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I love the ambiguity of the monster although it seems less a monster and more a wise being.
Source: Writing Prompt #350
She floated above the freezing lake waiting for the monster to reveal itself. The cold air fluttered around her like pigeons. She sighed, breathing warmth into her cold hands. A little ripple barely noticed was all that she needed to smile. He’s come, she thought to herself.
She turned to her right just as the monster’s head gently surfaced. His blue skin was sleek with water dripping down, his green eyes glittering with the reflection of the mountains around. Sarah, is it time? It said in husky voice.
- yes, my dear. It is finally time
- And are you certain that you’ve made the right decision? Is this the right way forward?
- Yes, I am certain. I have thought of this long and hard. I cannot bear to think what could happen lest I stay.
No answer, the sound of silence was calming. She looked at the…
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Great story. I like the details both of the moment and the flashes of the past.
Source: Writing Prompt #348
She somehow finds the last of her energy and launches herself up and at him with the knife. She could taste the familiar metallic tang in her mouth and knew that her lip was bleeding. It barely healed before this episode. It was a daily ritual for him as he enters the house and immediately loses his mind. It wasn’t anything important or drastic this time. It was that his dinner was a bit cold.
The reason was never really important or drastic. The children are still awake. The lights in the kitchen were on. Her friend called during dinnertime. All ridiculous reasons.
But this time, when she felt her head bang on the table again, it was as if something or someone possessed her. She could feel her eyes swelling and her lip burst open but she didn’t cry again. This time was different. She…
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This is such a nice story in response to Image Writing Prompt #29. It just make me feel happy reading it. DJ and Ella have such a lovely relationship. Here is the link to Teara’s story:
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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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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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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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.”
“There are some numbers on the last page to denote a date. It says 3050.”
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.”
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
My ideas are raw,
likely to be scorned
or laughed at.
I silence the voice.
The bees in my bonnet
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.
I love the structure of this poem the link is here.
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.”
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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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 🙂
Inspired by Dragonition at
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…..”
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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A response to Writing Challenge #17 can be found here ‘The Battle’ by Reena Saxena
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.
Is is the link to Teara’s Response to one of my prompts. It is a quick enjoyable read.
I really like these questions posted on inkbiotic here is the link to Tell Me About You…
If you are a blogger, how would you describe what you write about? Are there specific themes you stick to or a style you use? (feel free to add a link)
– I am currently posting daily writing prompts. I also write short stories and poems. I don’t stick to any particular theme or genre but I do like to incorporate a little magic in most things. I used to post more random stuff but I’ve decided to narrow the focus of my blog just a smidge.
Do you write driven by inspiration or do you struggle to find things to say?
– Sometimes I am just inspired to write and other times I have to force myself to write. Sometimes I just feel like writing and have no idea what I am going to write about until I pick up the pen but the writing just flows out. Other times I have this really great idea of what to write about but when I start writing it just wont flow.
Which kinds of posts do you most like writing? Do other people like reading them?
– I like writing stories best and people seem to like them.
What wouldn’t you ever write about? Why?
– I wouldn’t ever write about something I found boring unless I had good reason too.
What’s your favourite post that you’ve written? (again, add a link if you like) What did you like about it? Did other people ‘get’ it?
– I think my favourite story I have posted so far is The Lovers it is a very short story. I liked the fact that it had more than one layer to it and I did this deliberatly which I don’t often think about. People still enjoyed it as a story but I know there is a metaphorical story hidden between the lines. I don’t know if anyone picked up that it was about consent. Maybe I should change the title but I didn’t want to make it obvious.
What’s your favourite post that someone else has written? What about it caught your attention?
– I have lots of favourites but here is one that I could find again. It is one of my favourite posts is Drop & Roll – Bend & Rub posted on life with luna cat which is a blog written mostly from the perspective of luna the cat. It is very entertaining to read.
Do you keep a blog because you want it to lead somewhere? Or do you just like writing?
– I keep a blog because I like writing and if it does lead somewhere that would be great and I kind of hope it might but mostly I keep it because I enjoy it.
What sort of blogs do you most like to read? Personal? Stories? Factual? Pictures?
– I like to read a variety but I especially like poetry, stories (any stories) and pictures always grab my eye.
What kind of posts put you off reading? Is there anything else about a blog that puts you off (eg fonts, popups)?
– I don’t like giffs or lots of movement of the page it makes my eyes hurt when I’m trying to read, especially if there is more than one.
– If the post doesn’t have a title I probably won’t click on it, just put ‘untitles’ it is easier to access.
– I struggle to read a post if the colour of text and the background colour are to similar for example both dark or both light, this is only okay if there isn’t much to read.
– A huge chunk of italics or swirly font can be off putting. Fancy fonts are great in small doses though.
When do you write and read blogs? From work? On the toilet? Inside a volcano?
– I usually read and write blog posts in bed. I used to do it in my free time at uni.
Hello fellow Blogsters,
Over the past year, I’ve rattled on quite enough about me, now I want to know about you. Sometimes blogging can feel like I’m throwing posts out to the world, with no real clue what I’m doing. It makes me wonder how other people go about blogging and what it means to them. It doesn’t matter if you are a regular reader or are just in the mood to chat, I want to know about YOU. Please answer in the comments below, or if you feel particularly inspired, you can write on your own blog and put a link in the comments.
Questions, questions, questions…
If you are a blogger, how would you describe what you write about? Are there specific themes you stick to or a style you use? (feel free to add a link)
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Christine Lucas wrote a very intriguing expanstion of my story fragment the lovers you should check out her blog here Christine Lucas.
The wind ruffled his hair. She liked how it sent his fringe tumbling over his eyes. This would be the last time she saw him looking like this, strong, handsome, his skin glowing with the last rays of a dramatic sunset. As if sensing her gaze he turned to face her. Sadness tinged his eyes. ‘Are you having doubts?’
‘No,’ she shook her head. ‘Though it is a long way down and the river fast flowing.’
‘It is, but we are together. That’s all that matters.’ He reached for her hand. Their shoulders touched as they sat on the railing of a bridge. They looked down at the raging river below them. The breeze smelled sweetly of honeysuckle. ‘Scared?’
‘A little,’ she tried to look nonchalant, swinging her bare legs over the gorge.
‘We don’t have to jump you know.’
‘But you’ll think I’m a coward.’
‘No I won’t,’ he…
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I really enjoyed reading this, it’s such an awesome story in response to one of my writing prompts by Carol J Forrester go check out her blog.
He couldn’t have left it well alone. Of all the screw ups in his life, Jupp was pretty sure that this one topped them all. Scratch that. He was absolutely positive, that this moment, standing on this hill, staring at what little was left of the city he’d grown up in, was the most screwed up, screw up he’d ever had the misfortune to be part of.
He should have know better than to release something that could survive for centuries in a sealed container. He should have know better than to go rooting through the back room of Old Man Iron’s workshop when he should have been anywhere but there. He should have know better than to steal the jar that quite clearly stated it wasn’t to be opened under any circumstances lest great tragedy and doom befall the land.
Jupp was an idiot and he realised that fully.
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I thought I’d share my favourite name generating site. Fantasy name generatore is super helpful when I can’t decide on a name. I means I don’t sit there thinking what should I name my charcter and can just get right into writing about them. It’s not for everyone but I find it super useful. The URL is http://fantasynamegenerators.com/. If you struggle to come up with names you should definitly check it out.
He had never been good at striking a bargain
His mother should have known
Better than to send him to market
Never know what you’re going to get
Worried, he told himself these things,
Not wanting to be a disappointment
He had coins in his bag she said should be enough
But no candy or fluff
He wasn’t smart, he told himself, a lie
But he was strong, willing to learn and try
At the markets’ edge he met a man
Who said, catch the pig, and if you can,
He’s yours to keep, but if you fail
I get your money and the pig, tip to tail
Back at home he talked to animals
So he whispered to the pig about future meals
And shook the strangers’ hand
Who oiled the pig with a grease can
The man was surprised to watch the pig
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https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/ gave a prompt and I am responding to it with this. I suppose it’s been done before, but here’s my take on the story:
Writing Prompt # 19 It wasn’t her fault her brother was a klutz and pulled her down the hill with him when he fell.
Jack. Jill. He was an idiot, a showboat, playing up there on the edge, and she grabbed his hand to steady him when he went off balance and started to fall. He pulled her over and she immediately went to her tumbling mode, recovering quick. He continued to fall, believing this was the end. He had just purchased, and begun drinking, his bottle from the soft purple cloth sack. She practically dove after her idiot brother, to slow his descent, but even with her efforts, the bottle was shattered. At least Jack didn’t die. This was just the latest of his…
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I have to agree sleep is super important and when I get a good nights sleep it is so much easier to get stuff done the next day.
If you read a lot or are someone who gets a lot done, people will assume two things.
One, that you’re a speed reader. Two, that you never sleep.
In my experience, neither of those assumptions are true. Or at least, they don’t need to be.
There’s no trick to reading a lot. But more importantly, no one can skimp on sleep—not for long anyway.
The philosopher and writer Arthur Schopenhauer used to say that “sleep is the source of all health and energy.”
He said it better still on a separate occasion: “Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death. The higher the interest rate and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.”
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This post was super helpful and easy to understand. I now, know how to create links, so I can fix some of my other posts so the links all work properly. Thank you 🙂
Today I want to mention something which might be of help if you never thought of it or you just did not care much. We often need to link our previous posts or sometimes an external link to acknowledge source or any other case. For a beginner you need to know first how to add a link into your post then do it the right way
Task: Adding a link
- Highlight/select the text you want to put a link
- In your toolbar click on a chain like icon to insert a link
- Paste or write the url for the page you want to link
- If it is your previous post click Or link to existing content and choose from the list
- Tick the box Open link in a new window/tab
- The previous point is important to make sure all links are opened in a new tab or window which helps to…
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