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Weekly Contest #340
Prompt: Write from the POV of a pet or inanimate object. What do they observe that other characters don’t? A Rock of the Ages-Finding Purpose Hey you! Yeah, I’m talking to you! Stop swiveling your head right and left. Look down toward your feet. Now you get the picture. No, stop looking at the bugs. They sure are not talking to you. I am the palm-sized rock with the coarse exterior. If I were human, I guess I’d have a serious acne problem. Please pick me up and take me home with you. It’s lonely out here with no one to talk to. Plus, I am...
Weekly Contest #339
Major Prompt: Start or end your story with a character making a cup of tea or coffee (for themself or someone else). Other prompts included in this story: Write a story where a scent or taste evokes a memory or realization for your character. Include a café, bakery, bookshop, or kitchen in your story. Write a story with the aim of making your reader smile and/or cry. End your story with someone watching snow or rain fall. Dreamy Tea The scent of Chamomile permeates the air as the tea bags steep in the boiling water. I just love that aroma o...
Weekly Contest #338
Prompt: Start or end your story with someone opening or closing a book. The Ultimate Revelation My given name is Pierre. Friends (or so they claim to be) call me the “hoover” because I vacuum up books. I thirst and hunger to read books. Books of any genre, any length and by any author. I would say it is more than a hobby. It’s more than a mere preoccupation. It has been and continues to be an obsession for me. I was born this way. My mother told me she would read simple fairy tale stories while I was still in the womb. Right after my mother...
Weekly Contest #337
Prompt: Set your story on a remote island, a distant planet, or somewhere faraway and forgotten. An Angel Heard on High Once upon a cloud where time doesn’t matter, there is a heavenly place faraway where I live or perhaps more accurately exist. I float among the billowy clouds without concern for the rise or the setting of the sun. I move among them because I have been gifted with wings. I am an angel. My name is Angelo. I am akin to Michael, Gabriel and the other angels who praise the Lord Almighty saying: “They were calling out to each o...
Weekly Contest #336
Prompt: Write a story in dialogue (e.g. an argument or conversation in discord). Contains dark humor. Open or closed? “Momma, open or closed casket? The funeral director needs to know so final preparations can be made.” “Jimmy, your grandpa never was concerned about his looks. He was a man who lived a simple, stingy life. Growing up I never had much. He and my mother scrimped and saved until it hurt. I never got much from either one of them. Now I have to spend a fortune on him after he is dead!” “Momma just answer my question: open or clo...
Weekly Contest #335
Prompt: write a story that includes the question “Who are you?” or, “Are you real?” It also includes Prompts about a story that ends without answers or certainty, a message that could change the changes their life forever and something that doesn’t go to plan. Out of Touch with My Reality The weather outside was cold and wretched reflecting how I had been feeling these days. I could find no sense of joy over the last several weeks from any kind of work or social indulgence. For that matter, my life has been full of inconsistencies and poor ...
Weekly Contest #334
Prompt 1: Write a story from the perspective of a non-human or fairy tale character sharing their side of the story. Prompt 2: Write a story that includes the phrase “once upon a time…”, “in a land far, far away…”, or happily ever after…” Listen to What the Animals are Saying Once upon a time in a land far, far away. …oh golly, it is so hard to write this. It’s not because I don’t believe in my story, but it really is difficult to write it. If I had fingers or even toes, I could do this, but I was given hooves at birth. It would be like a hu...
Weekly Contest #333
Prompt 1: Write a story that includes a recipe, grocery list, or restaurant review. Prompt 2: Start or end your story with an empty plate, empty glass, or something burning. Empty Plate, Full Stomach Since Daddy died two years ago, Momma and I got by on what we had. She would always remind me that our lives wouldn’t be easy. She would quote Jesus saying “… I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothin...
Weekly Contest #332
Prompt: Set a story before, during or after a storm.An Icy Splash “Brrr! It’s really cold outside,” I mumbled as I peered out the frosted windows of my apartment overlooking Lake Michigan. I could see the motionless waves of the water frozen in time by the nippy Jack Frost northerly winds. Today would be a special day because it represented the culmination of my efforts at fund raising for the Children’s hospital in Chicago. Throughout the weeks leading up to this renown event I had labored, schmoozed and cajoled others for donations to the ...
Weekly Contest #324
CW: Mental health, trauma, suicide, substance abuse The crisp wind moved across my face as I took in the vision of the undulating seas on this most idyllic day of days. The sun glimmered across its surface casting a golden aura on the horizon. At any vantage point the view was impeccable across the rugged and treeless cliffs of Runswick Bay. I stopped walking as the image of the cliffs stirred memories within me. The quaint village of Staithes, North Yorkshire has been my home for my entire life. I am like those cliffs outlining the seaside ...
Weekly Contest #323
Prompt: Someone’s most sacred ritual is interrupted. What happens next? Interruptus Americanus Sixty miles north of London is the renowned city of Cambridge, famous for its university and for the Cambridge Folk Festival offering amazing music, lively dancing, and local crafts. I thoroughly enjoy my time there celebrating the blending of English diverse heritage when the opportunity lends itself. The melding of traditional and contemporary practices enthralls me as an old-fashioned Briton commoner. I guess I am more of a traditionalist th...
Weekly Contest #322
Prompt: Write a story inspired by the phrase, “A person’s worth is no greater than one’s ambitions.” (M. Aurelius) Achieving Great Heights I loved climbing trees when I was the ripe old age of six.My mom was aghast by the heights I would ascend especially when the limbs seemed flimsy at best. Nonetheless, I continued my ascent into the skies through various trees. My dad, on the other hand, saw an opportunity to use my skills to his advantage. He said to my mom climbing was in my blood. Privately, he detested getting any higher than grou...
Weekly Contest #320
Prompt: Write a story from the POV of someone or (something) living in a forest. Prompt: Center your story around a mysterious forest fire, disappearance, or other strange event. Tiny, But Effective-An Alarm System with a Tail I am a mindful creature living among the tall leafy trees, rustic pines, and thick underbrush. I love scurrying about renovating my drey inside the most majestic oak tree within the entire forest. My family, however, by their squawks and barks has expressed that I am acting a little too squirrely for them. But honestl...
Weekly Contest #318
Prompt: Start or end your story with a character preparing for someone else’s big moment.My Dad, the Wedding Planner I arose at the crack of dawn. I scampered out of my bed knowing that the day would be spectacular and full of wonderment. Adrenaline was pulsing through my arteries. Today would be the climax of my preparations for this glorious day. I would make my daughter’s wedding dreams come true. Stella’s hand had been betrothed to a fellow I had long since considered to be like a son. It was especially easy to get close to Stanley s...
Weekly Contest #314
Prompt: Begin your story with “It was the hottest day of the year…” More than Lemonade It was the hottest day of the year. No one in their right mind had ventured outside. It was so oppressively hot and humid even the distant snow capped mountain tops were crying out as their snow melted away. My hearty lavender plants were becoming instant sachet packets. Still I had to get out. I had been cooped up inside wallowing in my sadness for weeks now. Time for a walk around the neighborhood. Even with the oppressive heat I would not part ...
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