Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Wonhundred Word Wednesdays.

Time again for the writing prompts. If you've never done something like this, I highly encourage you to try.

Learning how to cut down the unnecessary words has helped me immensely in my other writing as well.

Plus these are just fun to think up a new story and see where it might lead someday.

So here is this week's.

October 29th: Was it a knock that had woken her?
She eased herself out of the bed and placed her feet gently on the floor. She didn’t make a sound as she draped her tattered robe around her thin shoulders. She grabbed the double barreled shot gun from where it leaned against the end of her bed.
She chambered a shell and brought the barrel up, aiming at the door. No one had knocked on her door in ages.
She was almost sure she was the last human in these parts.
If any creature out there had evolved enough to learn to knock, she’d have trouble on her hands.

A this one is a previous week's I'd missed:

September 10th: She had found something that would mean she'd never be poor again - but there was a catch
There’s always a catch. No matter how hard you try to work things out to your benefit, it just doesn’t go according to plan.
The genie in the lamp would grant her untold riches. She’d never have to eat from a dumpster again. Never have to beg for help again.
But the genie wanted something in return.
He was tired of being a slave. He wanted to experience life for himself.
So she accepted his offer and made the wish.

All her memories of her former life vanished and she looked up into the lavender eyes of her new husband.

I really loved the way this one turned out and I'm tempted to make this a longer story. 

Here are some other blogs to see some more: 

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It really is fun to come up with really short stories. I know some of the time they feel like they have closure, but most of the time they are just a quick teaser, or opening to tons of possibilities. 

October 22nd: As she searched, her movements were frantic

She’d been over the room a dozen times, but the key was still missing.
She closed her eyes, trying to visualize where she had last seen it. She’d removed the chain from her neck to meet with him. He would have known instantly what it was.
If she didn’t find it soon, she’d never get the lock opened and the trap couldn’t be set. Too many people were counting on her. She couldn’t fail.
A sparkle of light in the corner caught her attention.

The key dangled from the silver chain hanging from his bony finger. She was too late.

And from a week I missed this summer:  September 3rd: The fire was getting closer

The fire was getting closer and I smiled. It would save me. Break me free of this prison. I ignored the manacles around my bony wrist. If I tried hard, I could probably slip them off, but I still couldn’t fit through the bars on the window.
The guards hollered at each other to open the cells, but as the thick smoke filled the air, I knew my freedom from these chains would be different than what I’d first hoped.
It didn’t matter.
In the next life I would make things better. I wouldn’t fall victim to him ever again.

Check out some of these other blogs to see what they came up with. 

Wendy Knight, Author:

Kelly Martin, Author:

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesdays

Another two-fer. Catching up still from the busy summer. I have them all written and will be giving you doubles for the next little while.

First, this weeks: October 15th: They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later
They say everyone who looks into their family history will find a secret sooner or later. Most people find out they are related to some famous person, maybe even a king or what not. Not me.
The only good thing that comes from discovering something of this magnitude was that perhaps I could use the innate powers born to people of my lineage.
Centuries ago I would have been burned at the stake.
Now, all I had to do was indicate I was interested in reading from the book of the dead and I had all kinds of possibilities open.

And now what I should have posted on August 27th: She decided to go to her father's grave, to ask his advice

He’d been gone eight months and three days, yet she knew she could still go to him. Her black clothes stood out in the bright spring morning, but she didn’t feel ready to give them up. It protected her from unwanted conversation. As long as she wore them, she didn’t have to speak to another living soul.
Father would be disappointed in her for hanging on this long.
But the alternative would be to return to the real world.
To answer the question he had asked her eight months and four days ago.
Daddy would have given Shawn his blessing.

So go see who's been able to write one for this week. 

Wendy Knight, Author:
Kelly Martin, Author:
Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):
Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer:

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It's been a while since I posted. And instead of giving up, I'm catching up. So I'll be adding a prompt from the past to each coming prompt.  

This week's prompt was There was nothing left of the money except:  

There was nothing left of the money except enough to buy a ticket home. He would cherish this trip for the rest of his life.
As he approached the desk to buy his ticket, he heard a woman sobbing as she stepped away. She took her daughter’s hand and looked at the small wad of cash in her hand. “We don’t have enough to get there,” she whispered to the child.
“Excuse me,” he said. “How much are you short?”
She answered and he knew exactly what to do with the last of his money.

Besides, he liked this place.

And this prompt was for the date: August 20th: He had waited twenty years to return it

It lay on his night stand, mocking him. Twenty years had gone in a flash, yet he looked at the source of his constant shame and closed his eyes. A slow, steady breath later, and he was determined to act.
He slipped it into a dark bag.
No one had to know. He could sneak in. He could do this.
He nodded at the woman inside the building, sitting at the counter. He worked his way to the back shelves and pulled the book from the bag.
As it slid home between two other authors, he finally felt at peace. 

I know there are a handful like me who have run out of minutes in the day to work on these prompts, but check out the links below and see who you can find. 

Wendy Knight, Author:

Kelly Martin, Author:

Alison Woods (Peering Into. . .):

Jessica Winn, The Distracted Writer: