Friday Fun (A Story Prompt Challenge #8)

 

 

You’re face to face with a large creature…

Write what happens next in less than 100 words.  You’ll have until 11:59pm EST Monday to do it!

All entry items will then be compiled in to a poll, and voted on.  Winner will see his/her story in video format.

Have fun!

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Feature: Winner of the July 6th Story Prompt Challenge

Here is the winning story for the July 6th Story Prompt Challenge!

 

The next Challenge will be on August 17th!

A Soul’s Exodus

Photo Credit: Pixabay Free Images

 

As I lie in the white bed, in a white room, I close my eyes to try and ignore the sounds of machines that surround me.

Home is where I prefer to be.

A place where golden fields ruled the landscape.

Where my body is constantly caressed by the light Northwest breeze, opening my senses to all that nature has to offer.

A place where peace and calm reign.

This is my earthly heaven.

But, there’s another calling to me from beyond this physical realm.

Just as beautiful and serene.

I’m struggling to accept the finality of leaving this home for another.

Am I so bound to this world which makes it difficult to want to move on?

Will it hurt to let go?

The blipping sounds of the machinery are beginning to fade…

                                                                                          …until all I hear are the songs of doves.

 

Time To Vote For Your Favorite Story! (July 6th Story Prompt Challenge)

 

 

Story A

Yum, he thought, that hiker was delicious. And the new clothes were just the right size for him too, though the shoes and the hat were a little too shabby. Yep, he’d been a hiker himself — actually more like on the run, ever since he escaped that circus sideshow — but he’d found a place here that suited him fine. High in the mountains, isolated, plenty of unspoiled water to drink in the stream, and best of all the hunting for food was almost too easy.

 

Story B

Path of Seasons

In spring, the explorer jumps at the possibilities his map presents. One step, the flowers bloom, the rains fall.

Another step and summer blazes. His face is rugged now, the map unnecessary, compass barely helpful. The trail is his friend, adventure his companion.

One more stride and the leaves fall. A look at the map reveals wasted time – why didn’t he travel beyond the known? But now he tires easy and can’t travel as far.

Walking into winter, the explorer takes off his hat and boots. He drops the map, a few new trails marked by his own hand.

 

 

*Video for the winning story should be live by early to mid-August.

Story Sunday: The Final Sunset

 

She watches as the sun slowly lowered in the purple-hued sky.  Another day is done, and she is alone.

Not really by choice.  Not directly, anyway.

She blames the booze.  She also blames her mother who introduced it to her before she was even in high school.  And because of them both, she never saw graduation.  Just endless days and months in rehab centers.

All for what?

To end up alone and penniless?

Today she buried her mother.  Rather, a woman who gave birth to her.  She never really cared for her.  Not as much as she cared for those colored bottles that forever littered their home.

Mother died a drunk.  That is what she’ll always be known for. Not as a woman who tried to raise a daughter by herself.  Not as a woman who nursed sick and premature babies back to health.  And certainly not as a woman who became the town’s first female mayor.

No, her life has and will always be linked to the bottle.

For years, she defied her mother.  She never wanted to end up like her.

She stood over the wooden casket, deep in the hallowed earth, and allowed the tears to flow.  Not for her mother.  She was happy that the woman, the thorn in her side, was gone. No, she cried for herself.  For her unborn child.

What kind of future will her baby have if her or his mother was a drunk?

A nobody?

Her eyes turn up to the darkening sky. Stars glittering among the dark purple clouds.  A soft breeze sweeps over her like a whisper. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head to one side to listen to this whisper as if it has some great secret to share.

With her eyes still closed, she smiles.

She still has something that her mother no longer has…

A tomorrow.

Another chance of a new beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

Voting Is Open (Story Prompt Challenge)

Look at the image below, and choose which story you like the best.

 

Friday Fun (A Story Prompt Challenge #6)

Photo Credit: Pixabay Free Images

 

For this week’s image, write a micro-story (less than 100 words) or a poem, and post it in the comment section below.

Deadline is 11:59pm Monday.

For all entries a poll will be created and the one with the most votes, wins!  For the winning piece, a short video will be created.

Enjoy!  🙂

Story Sunday: What Happens Next? (The Lurking Visitor)

 

Just had to do this one!  This prompt is taken from Liam J Cross Writing and Editing:

The Prompt

Time to take out the trash.

You sigh as you walk down your driveway. You sigh all the way to the trash can. But when you lift the lid, your sigh dissipates, and you scream.

* * *

What Happens Next?

The lid fell to the cemented ground with a loud *CLANG!* as the sound seemingly echoes throughout the subdivision.  You knew you’d opened your mouth to scream, but only air rose from it.

Blinking hard and furious, you peer down once more…

…to see the wide brown eyes staring back.

Your own eyes.

The eyes held the look of terror with the bloodied mouth framed to look as if it was silently screaming.  You force yourself to see if the rest of the body was in the garbage can, but the neck had been cut in such a way that it appears like someone had torn the head from the body.

“What sick joke is this?!?” You said.

The only thing you hear was more silence until a breeze sweeps through the grids of cookie-cutter houses, and you swear you hear someone whispering in your ear–

“Behold, your future.”