Welcome to my weekly writing prompt series. The rules of the challenge are simple. I’ve provided two options below, and there’s a handy link-up button at the end of the post, so you can upload your contribution and share it with others. If you prefer to use the pingback method, I’ll check out each link I receive. Here is the hashtag, should you wish to use it – #MelsWritingMenagerie.
But before we get to the prompts, I wanted to draw your attention to the entries from last week. Click on each title to read the full, original post (I’ve only provided a preview). Here they are:
Dig deep in the darkest corners
They are hiding
In the dungeons of fear
Away from the light of reason
Fantasy or real
Lurking in the subconscious
Dreams are their wonderland
Exalted in the media
They feed off screams
“I’ve always known that monsters exist.”
Beware of the ones that walk right by you
A time bomb waiting to be triggered.
I had to apologise. Why didn’t I see her motivations before? Kate usually didn’t have to spell it out for me. It was all my fault but Stella would blame herself. Her self-deprecating moods were poison to everyone, most of all herself. We hurt each other so much but I still loved her with all my heart. Love opened you up to the worst emotional pain but it gave you the most content feeling in your heart.
I’ve always known that monsters exist. Call it intuition. Call it a sixth sense. Call it being able to just see people for who they are. Whatever you want to chalk it up to, the fact is, they’re there and they don’t like being seen. Not one bit. And they go to extraordinary measures to make sure no one ever finds out.
One guy started to make a bunch of claims that he could see them, going to the newspapers and television stations. The night before he was to be interviewed, he had an unfortunate meeting with a trash compactor. Crushing as it was, it was ruled an accident. A woman started telling her friends that we were being invaded, two days later she decided to go swimming. She started by diving off the top of her twelve story building. Head first.
All entries are shared over at Featured Fiction.
So, on to the next set of prompts. Grab the badge and write a post based on either of the following options:
Option 1: Sentence Starter –
The first time I died, I was nineteen years old, and resigned to my fate; the second time was a different story.
This sentence can appear anywhere in the story. The maximum word count is 1,000 words. The genre can be any of your choosing; either factual or fiction based. You may use art to interpret the sentence, or poetry if you wish.
Option 2: Fanfiction –
Write a scene which highlights an unexpected connection between two or more of your favourite characters in film, television, or literature.
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