Writing Prompt #9:
‘There’s the castle.’
‘It’s still a day’s walk away.’
Writing Prompt #9:
‘There’s the castle.’
‘It’s still a day’s walk away.’
Writing Prompt #172: He zoomed around the bends on his motorbike, the adrenaline making him fearless.
Writing Prompt #171: Her shift was ragged and too thin to be any use against the cold but she couldn’t afford new clothes.
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: Their garden overflowed with food now but if they didn’t start saving it now they would starve in winter.
Writing Prompt #169: He scars glowed white in the sun, physical reminders of all the fights she’d been through.
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: 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: She lay on her stomach on the branch watching the line of ants wind its way up the trunk.
Writing Prompt #166: The elephant looked right at him before turning and walking away.
Writing Prompt #8:
‘Which way is up?’
‘Watch the bubbles.’
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: As he opened the door music poured out of his room to fill the hall making her take a step back.
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: 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.
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: He poured the milk carefully this time so as not to spill it everywhere again.
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: Write a fairy tale or other story you’ve read from the villain’s perspective.
Writing Prompt #160: His heart was racing as he crouched down behind the skip, hearing his pursuers run past.
Writing Prompt #159: The rain came down suddenly and they were drenched before they even had time to look around for shelter.
Is is the link to Teara’s Response to one of my prompts. It is a quick enjoyable read.
Writing Prompt #7:
‘Please don’t eat me.’
‘Why would I do that, humans taste terrible.’
Writing Prompt #158: They hugged goodbye knowing they might never see each other again.
Writing Prompt #157: She jumped at the sound of his voice right beside her ear, she hadn’t heard him approach.
Writing Prompt #156: He got the engine going eventually with a cloud of grey foul smelling smoke erupting from the exhaust.
The echidna waddled peacefully through the grass nosing under fallen branches and bark for insects. A larger creature skidded on rocks and loose earth and it instinctively dove for cover under a rock only leaving its spiny back exposed. It hadn’t bothered to see that made the noise just knew instinctively to find shelter before something decided to scoop it up and eat it. It waited for silence to resume then slowly extricated itself from under the rock and wandered off. It was completely unaware of the still and silent presence looming over it.
Writing Prompt #155: Her cat wove between her ankles nearly tripping her and she bent to pick him up.
Writing Prompt #154: He wasn’t sure but he thought he knew the voice from somewhere.
Writing Challenge #7: Choose a household object now write a dialogue between you and the object.
Writing Prompt #153: She lay on her stomach on the floor trying to breathe quietly and hoping they wouldn’t look under the bed.
Writing Prompt #152: He made sure both feet had firm footholds before he looked around for his next hand hold.
Writing Prompt #6:
‘Where are you going?’
‘To take a picture.’
‘I don’t know yet.’
Writing Prompt #151: She shrugged knowing it would piss the bully off and show just how little his word meant to her.
Writing Prompt #150: The kitchen was the biggest and most well stocked he’d ever seen, it was like a dream come true for an aspiring chef.
Writing Prompt #149: His grandmother could make anyone behave even the bear that got out at the zoo took one look at her and sat down meekly.
Writing Prompt #148: She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt even a little safe.
Writing Prompt #147: Shampoo dripped into his eyes making them burn but he didn’t care, he just had to get the smell of her off his skin.
Writing Challenge #6: Choose an animal that would make an unlikely pet now write an ad selling it as a pet. For example a boa constrictor or a giant squid.
Writing Prompt #146: The lock on the door was too sophisticated for even her to pick, she was trapped.
Writing Prompt #145: ‘I know you don’t listen to me but maybe this time you should,’ she said, ‘unless of course you all want to die.’
Writing Prompt #5:
‘So you don’t live in toadstools?’
‘Of course not what do you think we are common fairies.’
Writing Prompt #144: They had been living life inside a bubble for more than a century now but they would never be safe from each other.
Writing Prompt #143: ‘Can anybody fly this thing?’ he asked ‘If not I’ll just give it my best shot.’
Writing Prompt #142: They come snapping at his heels the hellhounds from next door, little fluffy white hellhounds.
Writing Prompt #141: All that they fought for was gone in a matter of seconds swept away by the torrent of water.
Kay peered down through the skylight at the family sitting around the table. The youngest a boy reached for the bread and one of the older girls pulled it away responding to the mother’s command. She couldn’t see a father the boys were all too young. She looked closer. The children didn’t seem at all alike but half resembled the mother in some feature. They must have different fathers she decided and they all must have left. Then the kitchen door opened. The children jumped up to great the woman who walked in, their other mother Kay realised. Kay could now see the woman’s resemblance to the other children. Kay smiled down at the family she should have known better than to assume.
Writing Prompt #140: She fake smiled so he won’t see how much pain she was in.
Writing Challenge #5: Write a letter to your future self, to your past self or to your future children.
Writing Prompt #139: He realized she loved herself more than she could ever love him but somehow that didn’t matter.