It seems that Writerly Wednesday is no more. I have not received any prompts for the last 3 weeks so…..
Anyhow, I will concentrate more of my time participating in other writing prompts here on WordPress. I have participated in Stream of Consciousness and enjoyed it so I will try that again, so long as I remember. If you know of any other writing prompt blogs, please let me know.
My laptop beckoned as I walked by it for the umpteenth time. First, it was the laundry, then the dog needing her walk. When the phone rang, a sense of guilt washed over me as I stared at it sitting on the table.
I turned the kettle on for the second time that morning as my eyes darted past the waiting laptop and fell on my mug; a teabag nestled inside, ready for its dousing.
A month had gone by since I’d done anything meaningful on that computer. Procrastination and an endless supply of excuses constantly pulled me away. It was so much easier to blame my hectic schedule when really it was my uncertainty that interfered.
I sat down and pressed the power button, my mind raced with excitement and apprehension. Today I would begin again. I would not let fear take over. I had a book to write.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-12142016
I literally changed direction with this at the very end. I hope you like it!
“This is tough.” Robert said. If they got this last clue they were sure to win the scavenger hunt. “Any idea?” He asked his partner.
Janet studied the wall. “Nope.”
Deep wrinkles creased Robert’s forehead. “So, what’s the question?”
“Six times seven?” Janet shrugged.
“How high or long?” Janet’s eyes brightened.
Robert tilted his head and stepped back. “No.”
Janet joined him then smiled broadly. “Count the tree tops.”
Robert counted. “42,” he said.
They walked to the end of the wall and found the last tree on the other side. Robert easily spied the number painted on its trunk and searched the grounds. “Got it!” He opened the last clue and held it out to Janet. “Ready for the last question?” He smiled.
“We make a great team,” she said then read the note.
“We do.” Robert pulled a diamond ring from his pocket. “So will you?”
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-1272016.
This was a tough one but an old memory came to mind and gave me a little inspiration.
Ingrid poked the tip of her tongue through her pink lips. She folded and refolded the green paper square as she tried to fashion it into an origami frog. On the table beside her sat a somewhat distinguishable crane as well as some not-so-finished crumpled paper.
Owen groaned in frustration; he hadn’t been as successful. The table in front of him was littered with multi-coloured, crumpled squares. Only one resembled some sort of creature, though it was anyone’s guess as to what it was.
“I give up!” Ingrid folded her arms.
“At least you made something.” Owen closed the origami book. “Hang on!” he said suddenly and pulled two bills from his wallet. He busily folded them. When he was finished he placed them on his fingertips.
“Grandpa’s shoes!” Ingrid clapped as Owen danced his fingers over the table in their tiny elf shoes and they giggled their frustration away.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-11302016
Sharon had spent a good part of a week working on that scarecrow. A couple of hours one night, a few minutes the next. When it was finished she couldn’t wait to show it off to the world, or at least to anyone who happened to drive by.
The scarecrow was placed near the driveway and greeted every visitor with his smile, on the other side of the driveway stood the For Sale sign.
A week later, Sharon packed up the last of the boxes. The movers had come and gone, and her husband filled the car with rest of their belongings.
As they backed down the driveway, Sharon caught sight of the scarecrow; she’d decided to leave him behind as a welcome gift.
“You okay?” Paul asked.
Sharon nodded. The scarecrow’s smile reassured her as she wished him a silent goodbye. After several years, they were finally going home.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-11232016.
The game was tied; the tension and excitement among players and fans alike was palpable. The clock was ticking but no matter which team won, it was clear that both were giving it everything they got. Both teams deserved The Golden Cup but only one would go home with the prize.
The season had been a tough one for the Grenadiers. They’d started off slow and at the bottom, but each game saw the team coming together. Despite their hardships they slowly climbed to the top.
The Grenadiers saw their chance and as the final seconds ticked away they surpassed the other team with a field goal. The grateful team gathered in the centre of the field. In their jubilation they raised the cup to the late afternoon sky and a solemn silence fell over them.
“For you, Coach Abe.” One voice spoke quietly. “Thanks for making us a team.”
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-11162016.
For whatever reason, there was no Writerly Wednesday prompt last week. I am very happy to have it back as I enjoy the challenge of coming up with a 150 word story.
Here is my flash fiction for the picture prompt this week. If you’d like to try the Writerly Wednesday prompt, just click on the link after the story.
He pulled out the gun hidden inside his jacket. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. He wasn’t new to this game, but until his target was in sight it always reminded him of the first time.
The face he’d studied flashed in front of his eyes as he carefully surveyed the area. There wasn’t much time to get into position, he had to be quick.
The perfect location offered him an unobstructed view of the entrance. He checked his weapon and attached the silencer. He pulled the photograph from his pocket and gave it a final glance.
He exhaled slowly and waited, it was the part he hated. The waiting always led to thinking and thinking made him anxious. He was good and it paid well, but it was risky.
Finally, his target came into view and he switched off his brain. He had to; he was a gun for hire.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-1192016.