Greetings Faithful writers!
Welcome to the second Writer's Challenge! This time we're going to shake things up a bit.
Here is your Quest: In 100-250 words, create a story that captures what is happening in the Picture and utilizes one or both of the Prompt options!
First: The Picture
Second: The Prompt
Option #1
Option #2
As before, you can submit your story, with your name, in the comment section below and I will announce the winner next week! Whether you are a writer or not, feel free to enter. Just keep everything clean. (no swearing, gore, or sensuality)
I will be announcing the winner on October 11th!
Let your imagination run free!
P.S Feel free to include your blog address (if you have one) alongside your name. If you win, I'll make sure to post your blog address with your entry.
Though I'm not a fiction writer, this would be a great prompt if I was! :) Especially the first dialogue prompt!
ReplyDeleteI say that if you ever use your imagination, you're a fiction writer. The only difference is that you keep your story in your head. Are you going to try the Challenge anyway?
Delete(and if you want to find more prompts like that, I have a zillion on my Pinterest page: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/ellyana11/prince-of-pirates/ )
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ReplyDeleteDo I just write my story out in the comments?
ReplyDeleteThe fog rises like the spirits of the dead over the narrow alley. The stars glow above me, giving the night a transparent look. I hide behind a crumbling brick wall, forcing my heart rate to lower.
ReplyDeleteWho am I?
I am an Assassin.
What do I do?
I create chaos.
I finger my long knife gently, the edge of the blade sharp. My dark hood covers my body, and all that anyone can see if they tried are my eyes. My penetrating, mysterious eyes. All of my senses are engaged- from the slightest noise, to the littlest movement.
I start making my way through the shadows, stepping quietly over a dirty puddle, and under an old bridge. The tall, magnificent castle slowly creeps into view. Nearing the bridge I stop and ready my knives. Soldiers keep guard disinterestedly, and the sound of drunken laughter echoes from inside the Grand Hall.
I grin.
“The fun is about to begin.”
I am M.G. Reinertson, a fiction writer and INFP. (I sadly do not have a blog.)
Wow! Thank you so much for entering, Michaele! Your entry sounds almost like poetry!!
DeleteThanks for having this contest! :)
DeleteThe guard's words traveled clearly across the fog.
ReplyDelete"No. I said we were safer. Not safe. No one is ever safe if Death is after them."
A grin pulled at his wind scarred cheeks. Death was only one of the many nicknames his victim's kin had given him over the years. Desperate to give a name, any name, to the killer that took so many without a trace.
It made them feel safer.
Safer but never safe. Not from him.
His target was some fat Lord from some country or other. He couldn't be paid enough to care about the specifics.
Hidden behind what was left of the delapitated stables back wall, he couldn't help but quietly chuckle, imagining the Lord's discomfort at being forced to live in the run down place.
Somehow, the Lord had learned that his name had been called. He had fled to the safety of the far off castle with no tie to his name.
Too bad it had been for naught.
The weight of the blades in his hands felt right as he stepped out of the shadows and made his way towards the guards.
Thanks for hosting this contest!
Lindsi McIntyre
lindsi-mcintyre.squarespace.com
Once again, Lindsi, you come prepared with an amazing story! Thank you so much for jumping in!!!
DeleteI hope. That is really all we can do. Hope. Pray. Maybe eat a little. Devising a plan of escape is useless. Writing a will is worthless- they've taken everything.
ReplyDeleteSo we hope and we pray as the hours go by. The pounding at the bottom of the turret never stops. It quiets for a little while, as if the attackers are tired of banging their fists and their bones are too far bruised, but then it starts again- louder and more earnest than before.
I can only pray that you, brother, are down there, leaning against a barricade, making a way inside, hands clutching weapons. You're our only hope now-
Even God seems to have forsaken us.
'Tis crazy to think that, mere hours ago, I was fast asleep dreaming of my wedding to my fiance. Now I am here and I know that I will see my Creator before my husband. They came banging on the doors and I led my family up the turret, away from the enemies eye, claiming it was safe.
No. I said we were safer, not safe.
Alright, mayhap I have embellished the truth to its full capacity. But what else am I to do? Our demented mother and youthful younger sisters have no idea their death is just moments away.
A hush has just fallen over us. The pounding is suddenly silent and- oh. Oh, there is the crash. The march of angry steps.
'Tis too late for us, brother.
Thanks for hosting this! SO COOL! :) http://dystopianlogic.tk/
-K.E. Stanton
Interesting perspective to take for this prompt! Thanks for joining and I'm glad you like this!!!!!
DeleteThe bearded stranger propped himself against the wooden gate, two knives peeking out between his fingers. The soldiers around the corner lifted their lanterns higher, the flames barely peeking out of the mist.
ReplyDelete“No,” the stout man gasped as his brow clenched in fierce determination. “It shall not beat me. It shall not be my ruler.” But even as he spoke, his body shook. His eyes became blank and he straightened, his demeanor transforming.
He twirled the steel blades between his hands and stepped out of the shadows to confront the guards, a cocky grin dominating his face.
One of the soldiers pointed his spear at the intruder. “The castle isn’t the place for the likes of you,” he warned. “All you do is cause trouble for us all.”
The bearded man’s eyebrow rose, his chin lifted high. He was in front of the man in mere seconds and pushed him to the ground. “No,” he whispered as his eyes swirled inky black. He slid the knife into the soldier’s side. “What I create is chaos.”
This is a great idea! I didn't have a lot of time to create my scene, but maybe next time I'll find out a little earlier. ;)
Adaline Griffiths
Hey, for a last minute story, I love it! You make the man in the picture a very dangerous and amusing character!! Thanks for taking part!!!! I'm excited that so many people are joining in!!
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