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.


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)


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.”


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!

SIX-WORD STORY CHALLENGE – “ELIXIR”

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body lives forever; the mind didn’t


I think sometimes, we are too intimidated by the concept of death that we must find something to demonstrate how we continue to live beyond it – eternity, elixir, immortality, gods, fame and sadly, even charity. Meanwhile, our minds sometimes yearns for growth too.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: SIX-WORD STORY CHALLENGE – “ELIXIR”

Three Line Tales, Week 191

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The boys were having fun, jumping and trying to catch the ball.

It seemed like a normal game of catch to them, but their parents would have freaked out if they saw what was happening.

The ball was bouncing from and falling back to the sky before it could reach the boys.


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 191

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #33

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The Owner and the Book

The man knew treasures when he saw one. And that book was unparalleled treasure – a compendium of divination skills rumoured to grant its users power over the future. To think he would encounter such a valuable item in this dingy shop.

“No, how many times must I tell you? It’s not for sale,” the owner rejected his offer yet again.

Hongyi refused to give up. “Why display the book if you have no intentions of selling it then?”

The owner did not reply; he merely gazed at Hongyi steadily. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Hongyi shook his head and left, but a plan began to form in his mind.

The next day, the owner came down from his living quarters above the shop and noticed the compendium in the display glass case was missing. After all, the display glass case was not sealed, neither was it wired to any alarm system. “So that man came to steal the book after all,” he muttered to himself. He shook his head and went about his day of business, hardly worried about the empty display glass case.

It was only mid-morning, when the owner was sipping his Longjing tea that the compendium reappeared in the display glass case, as if it had never gone missing. The owner sighed, set down his tea and walked over to the display glass case with his hands behind his back respectfully. The book was in perfect condition, except the geometric design on the cover had grown larger.

“Looks like that man can’t handle your power,” the owner observed. He returned to the coffee table and continued to sip his tea. Idly, he wondered when the book was going to choose its next Guardian so he could pass on the responsibilities.

(298 words)


Ooh, what happened? Did Hongyi die? Was the Book magical? Who was the owner? I have no idea as well. I originally created the character, the owner, as part of the series for the Witch I developed a long time ago – the Witch of Wishes, the Lady of Dual Sides, the Collector of Souls and the Merchant of Time.

Sadly, I have only written two stories about the Witch and one about the Lady of Dual Sides (all for The Weekly Knob on Medium). I have conceptualised the Collector of Souls and the Merchant of Time and even planned out the stories for them both, but sadly, I don’t seem to have the same writing stamina and level of interest in finishing the stories.

My promises of writing these stories seem to drag on forever.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Welcome to “Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge.” Each week I will be posting a photo I grab off the internet and challenge bloggers to write a relatively short flash fiction piece inspired by the photo. While there are no definitive style or word limits, I suggest trying to keep your posts to under 300 words.

If this picture inspires you and you wish to participate, please write your post, use the tag #FFFC, and link back to this post.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

Please take a few minutes to read some of the other responses to this photo challenge.

Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #33

Three Line Tales, Week 190

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She had been following him for weeks, tenaciously and doggedly appearing in front of him no matter where he went, her haunting eyes trained on his every action, his every movement and he was unable to rid himself of her despite involving the police – she had not harassed him, neither had she broken any laws by being in the public.

He was close to breaking down.

Would it be easier for him to suffer her emaciated presence wherever he turned or would it be easier to confess he murdered her husband?


If you are interested, the prompt is linked below:

You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:

  • Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
  • Link back to this post (& check the link shows up under the weekly post).
  • Tag your post with 3LineTales (so everyone can find you in the Reader).
  • Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
  • Have fun.

Prompt: Three Line Tales, Week 190

Friday Fictioneer – 13 SEPTEMBER 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

Marx.

Highgate.

That was the clue.

When he read the news, he immediately knew what he was supposed to do. The cemetery and the police thought it was vandalism; he knew better.

It was a coded message for him. The promised day finally arrived.

He studied the image of the vandalised tomb belonging to Karl Marx in Highgate Cemetery. Then he began deciphering the message using the prescribed book. It took a while but he finally decoded the message. And reeled back in horror.

Shocked by the implications of the message, he took off his glasses.

Could it be true?

(100 words)


In all honesty, I was stumped by this image until I saw the words on the note. It looked like “Marx” and “Highgate” so out of curiosity, I searched for these words. Lo and behold, there was a piece of news about Karl Marx’s tomb in Highgate Cemetery in north London!

That was when this story came about. That and I have been watching too much Sherlock Holmes and Poirot these days.

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Prompt: Friday Fictioneer – 13 SEPTEMBER 2019

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #37

Survival Skills

First aid is important – Mr. Whittler knows this well. After his wife died in a freak bomb incident just outside their house, Mr. Whittler, originally an insurance agent, learnt everything about first aid and has since dedicated himself to teaching first aid during his free time.

“Hold your arms straight and lock your elbows,” he instructs. “Then interlock your fingers.”

His student mimics his movements. She is taking the lesson very seriously.

Everyone in town is taking first aid seriously because of the rising bomb incidents. Authorities are still looking for the perpetrator. The usual suspects are terrorists, gangsters and psychopaths.

But all efforts have failed and buying insurance is all time high – no one wants to die without leaving something for their loved ones.

“Don’t press on the rib cage. Find the spot about two-finger spacing below the rib cage, then start the compression,” he corrects her CPR positions.

His earnest manner in instructing wins many people over and they eventually buy insurance from him after the session After all, the story of his wife and the bomb incident is the first and most well-known.

No one realises that he experimented with IEDs before his wife’s death.

(200 words)


Sometimes, I really wonder at the mental state of my mind, especially after crafting such dark and twisted stories…

If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.

Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

The Six Easy Guidelines

  1. A photo prompt topic is to be used as your ‘muse’. They will arrive promptly at midnight each Wednesday morning.
  2. Include the photo prompt and its credits with your story on your blog.
  3. All stories are to be crafted and honed to under 200 words in length.
  4. Each flash fiction piece should have a clear beginning, middle, and end. No serial stories. It is harder to stay abreast of a serial story. (Please keep content PG-13.)
  5. Once you have your post complete, create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. If that is not an option for you, add your post’s link in the comments section.

Prompt: FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: WEEK #37

Weekend Writing Prompt #122 – Museum

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Persevering Art

She always enjoyed this part of the museum – not only was it quiet, the paintings important to her were housed here too.

Her ears perked up when she heard a curator explaining as he led a group of tourists into the gallery.

“…painted his queen, depicting aspects of their lives. Never before were such magnificent pieces of artwork recovered in its entire collection, especially from the famed King Joranor’s tomb. You can imagine how special she is to the king. Sadly, the Church, a powerful entity then, feared her influence and instigated a charge of witchcraft against her. She was convicted and beheaded four days later…”

She smiled as the curator droned on. Oh how wrong they were, blurring the lines between myth and history.

She was the one who painted herself into immortality.

Too bad the King and the Church failed to learn her magic.

(147 words)


I had to Google “King Joranor” to ensure I did not commit any treason. All in all, I really had a lot of fun writing this.

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 #122 – Museum