Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #24 – February 8, 2020

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flickering lights, no witnesses – horror awaits

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Week #24 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt. Click here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series.

Prompt for Week #24 (February 8, 2020 – February 14, 2020)

Night

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I will do a roundup post each Friday. So please be sure to participate before time runs out!

I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. 🙂

Prompt: Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #24 – February 8, 2020

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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #59

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Legend has it the candles on the chandelier only light up when the unholy step into Ashaba. The local populace could not remember who said or when it was said, only that they must be prepared if the candles ever light up.

But the candles never lit up once for well over fifteen hundred years and the local populace shrugged off the ancient warning as a bedtime story, told by parents to scare their children to bed.

Errant youngsters even amused themselves by trying to light the candles but the candles resisted all efforts. It even became a local saying, when parents would scold their good-for-nothing sons “You’re the candle of Ashaba, aren’t you?”

All was well, until one day, a travelling circus came to Ashaba. That very night, the candles lit up for the very first time in centuries and burnt down the sacred temple of Ashaba…

(147 words)

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

• An answering photo
• A cartoon
• A joke
• A caption
• An anecdote
• A short story (flash fiction)
• A poem
• A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
• An essay
• A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

• Your creative offering is indeed yours
• Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN.

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #59

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58

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The archaeologists should have left them alone.

It was unwise to disturb the remains of savage warriors and their resting place. These warriors could only remember cruel rage and bloodthirsty melee despite passage of eons – whether it was out of survival or conquest was inconsequential. And these memories remained intact in their weapons.

When the police arrived, their first reaction was not to throw up at the scene of obscene carnage; their second reaction was to warn the sole survivor to drop the bone knife which he was using to mindlessly carve a corpse or they would shoot.

They shot the frenzied survivor fifteen times.

But the nightmare continued; violence followed the weapons, from the archeological site, to the police station, to criminal hideouts, to finally the black market.

And a bidder has just placed a winning bet on the weapons.

But how long will he possess the weapons?

(150 words)

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE

Here are some suggestions:

• An answering photo
• A cartoon
• A joke
• A caption
• An anecdote
• A short story (flash fiction)
• A poem
• A newly minted proverb, adage or saying
• An essay
• A song—the lyrics or the performance

You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:

• Your creative offering is indeed yours
• Your writing is kept to 150 words or less

If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)

Prompt: Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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Everyone was surprised by the old man’s proclamation – that werewolves existed and they would come hunting that night.

At first, the villagers laughed at his ludicrous speech; after all, werewolves belonged to fragments of fairy tales and even if they did exist, werewolves would only show themselves during full moon.

Then they laughed no more.

That night, a pack of them lopped into the village, killing half the livestock and abducted a few young maidens.

They started to take him seriously and deferred to his every word and acted according to his wishes and paid him for his services and used his inventions.

If only they knew all the werewolves were created by the old man’s design.

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  DESIGN

Prompt: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Twittering Tales #158 – 15 October 2019

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“Why are you adding all these new inspirational signs in our house?”

I blinked at her. “What? I thought you were the one putting up the signs!”

We stared at each other to see if one of us would start laughing, revealing the joke.

We shrieked when a new sign materialised.

“It’s me!”

(278 characters)

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Home, the safest place. Now imagine there is something you can see living there together with you…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

Prompt: Twittering Tales #158 – 15 October 2019

Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

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He did not think much of the note when he first found it in his to-do notebook, only that it was a prank: then the second, third and fourth note came.

He thought he was getting paranoid so he went overseas to a private holiday home guarded by ex-military soldiers to take his mind off things.

He found the fifth note when he woke up that morning and immediately got sick – it was a Post-It on his forehead.

The guards at the holiday home were stumped as there was no suspicious movements and they had covered all possible routes so they decided the best course of action was to stay with the man that night, in the living room as he hid in his bedroom.

All was well until the next morning, when they heard the man gave a surprised shout followed by a heavy thump.

When they rushed into his room, the man was already lying dead on the ground, with a note in his hand that said, “Today’s your last day.”

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To be honest, I had no idea where this story was heading, until I suddenly remember a short tale “An Appointment in Samarra”, as retold by W Somerset Maugham. Some of you might be familiar with this story in the popular BBC’s Sherlock.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Rules of the hop:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word.
Come back here on Thursday, link your post…
Spread the word and put in a good one to your fellow writers 🙂

PROMPT WORD:  NOTE

Prompt: Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!

Weekend Writing Prompt #125 – Ultimatum

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“That’s an ultimatum!”

“But – ”

“No buts! Get in there!” he commanded.

Shakily, she got into the car. Before he could lock her in, she appealed to his empathy again. “Please, let’s talk about this. Just don’t do this,” she sobbed. “I’m sure we can work something out!”

He gazed at her steadily. “It’s time you conquer your fear of driving!”

(62 words)

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If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

• your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
• the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Prompt: Weekend Writing Prompt #125 – Ultimatum

Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Chasing Monsters and Hunting Demons

They thought they would live in this valley forever – not for all eternity, naturally, but at least long enough for them to settle down and raise their children in peace.

The unicorns grazing in the fields peacefully, the kite monsters flying free in the skies, the levitating fisherman angling for unsuspecting birds, the mist demons playing hide-and-seek and the blurring dandelion trees basking in the warm sun.

That was the beautiful scenery in the giant’s mind as he looked down the at the valley he once called home.

But a burning valley with screams piercing in the air was the horror that would be imprinted in his eyes, and the eyes of their children, as they fled from their enemies. Their enemies who once accused them of any wrongdoings or unfortunate events; their enemies who invented rumours about them; their enemies who turned them away from the community just because of their appearance.

The humans.

And their enemies relentlessly pursued them and hunted them down – not for revenge, not for self-preservation, not for profit, but for stereotypical mindset of ridding ungodly things.

Were they not children of the gods too? Why would the gods put them together with the humans then?

The giant, leading what was left of the villagers, turned and left, forced into hiding in darkness.

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One thing I like about Kira’s art pieces is, they are truly inspiring. So many ideas come to mind at once and the ideas all seem to too good not to jot down. What is left is actually to sift through the ideas to identify what works and what does not, then combine the ideas together to form a single coherent and cogent story.

This piece is somewhat dark and ominous but overall, I like where it is going, seeing that it can be a commentary on our society these days.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.

Prompt: Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

Inspiration Call: Talking Walls

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This house is not always derelict and the walls are not always dirty.

As unbelievable as it seems, this was once a beautiful home to a great family, a family which contributed to many aspects of human progress. Philosophy, fine arts, medicine, ethics, architecture, business, music, they had a hand in many of these fields. They amassed a fortune that transformed envious people into jealous demons.

Huge trees experience stronger winds.

Unjust accusations and false charges began. Even lies become truth when they are repeated long enough and confident enough. Unjust accusations become facts and false charges become crimes – the great family was brought low and the reward for their contributions was an unfair trial without their presence.

And here, in this room, was once a little girl who sat in her father’s lap, listening attentively to the great tales of their noble family while her mother combed her hair. She knew she should be afraid as the mob neared their house. They had armed themselves with pitchforks, shovels and various farming tools and were holding torches aloft.

All these are forgotten. But the walls remember.

The story of the little girl and her parents.

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Just a little dark story.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Inspiration Call: What story would the walls in this building tell if they could speak? Tell us the story.

Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects.

Prompt: Inspiration Call: Talking Walls

Scintillating Saturday Share #18

Night Sky|Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

dance of white hope
in darkest hour

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It’s never truly dark out out there. Somehow, one way or another, you can still see the clouds, floating in the night sky.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Every Saturday, I will share a photo that touches my heart, makes me happy, or lifts my spirits in some way. The purpose? To send love, light, peace, and kindness out into the ether. Scintillating Saturdays: one definition of the word scintillating is as follows: witty; brilliantly clever.”

Now, it’s your turn. This’ll be our “Scintillating Saturday Share #18.” You can respond to this post, reblog and respond, or create a standalone post of your own, but please ping or tag this post so that I’ll know to read and respond to yours.

Using up to 7 words, tell me what this photo sparks in you.

Care to get creative with me for this scintillating Saturday share?

Prompt: Scintillating Saturday Share #18