New sort of prompt! This appeared on one of my personal social media feeds as a writing prompt. Never done a writing prompt from a pic before, was fun! Nice, short one:
“Girls can do anything boys can do, AND they can do it in a dress and heels!” – she had used the classic retort when her brother had remarked that he didn’t think she would be up to the task of helping him split the firewood, something their mother had suggested. She had felt very superior when she said it, and even more so in agreeing to his immediate challenge for her to prove it. However, staring upon the task at hand, she wished she had kept her mouth shut. Continue reading
I peered about the room before I entered, strategising. It was my mother’s annual pre-Christmas party and the room was packed with family members and friends all bustling about and helping themselves to finger foods laid out on a table on one side.
My primary goal was to avoid any awkward conversation about my recent break up with the man everyone had been convinced was going to propose earlier in the month. Nobody would believe that it was mutual, for the best or that I wasn’t actually as devastated as maybe I ought to have been – no, I would instead be looked at with the utmost pity and phrases such as ‘And at thirty two, time is ticking, poor dear’ would follow me as I moved about the room. Continue reading
“Write yesterday’s fortune cookie. It got everything wrong.”
Er, might have missed the point of the above but it inspired the below short piece – enjoy!
Fortune cookies are funny things, aren’t they? They’re either ridiculously cryptic or they’re so simple they’re scoff-worthy.
Last night, I had the girls over for take away and mine said: “You will marry your lover”.
I, of course, had outwardly scoffed and inwardly glowed – that’s the other thing. If they’re what you want to hear, then you still get a warm fuzzy feeling. Continue reading
Listening to raindrops, accompanied by the shrieking wind, pounding against the window whilst I sit wrapped in the warmth of a huge blanket.
Immersing myself again and again into my favourite fictional worlds, each visit affording new discoveries.
The smell of my parents’ home as I step over the threshold, the perfect blend of spices, incense and comfort that I have never not known.
The phenomenal taste of my mother’s dal dhokli, best described as an Indian pasta dish, exploding against my tongue in all its tangy, sweet glory
Singing karaoke at the top of my lungs alongside my closest friends. Continue reading
Returning to the good ol’ writing prompt exercises to get the creative juices flowing! I got this one from WritingExercises.co.uk.
She’d only given in because she was lonely. Even though her elderly aunt could be arduous company at the best of times, anything had to be better than sitting in her tiny flat on her own, another Saturday night in a row.
“Lizzie, start with that box there,” Aunt Viv instructed, pointing at one of the smaller cardboard boxes amongst the many strewn in front of them.
Lizzie obediently flopped down on the floor, legs crossed, and dragged the box towards her. It was covered in dust, like the others, and she sneezed as she slid one scissor leg down the middle of the strip of tape so carefully applied many years ago. Continue reading
I’m back! My super scary exam is over and I have more time again 🙂
So the prompt was as above. I adapted it slightly and came up with the following. I think this one is more an excerpt than a standalone. Tried not to pack too much in and went with the flow.
The sound of a key turning in the door made Rita jump. She hastily put the photograph back inside the tin, replaced the lid and stared at the logo for a moment – ‘Finest Shortbread’ – with her mouth still hanging open in disbelief.
“Rita? I’m home!”
She leaped up, kicked the tin back under the bed with her foot and hurried out of her parents’ room. She slowed down on the other side of the door and closed the door as slowly as possible behind her.
“Hi, mum!” she called, crossing the hall and running down the stairs, a smile fixed in place. She needed time to figure out what to do about her discovery, but that would have to wait a while. Continue reading
Happy New Year folks! 😀
Starting 2016 off with a traditional writing prompt exercise 🙂
So this one has ended up, I feel, a scene that would be near the start of the story rather than an excerpt lifted from the middle. I think it just about works as a stand alone too. Hope you enjoy!
The tea had gone cold, as usual. Gina sighed, and picked up the mug from the desk.
“Marc, you haven’t touched your tea,” she said quietly. She didn’t get a response, but then, she hadn’t expected to. When Marc was poring over his research, he entered his own world, a universe separate from the reality around him. He forgot to eat, to drink, even to acknowledge his family, much less engage in meaningful conversation with them. Continue reading