I figured I would continue to post my entries every week, seeing as I keep submitting them to fellow bloggers challenges, and it’s a nice place to keep a log of them. Last week I did three challenges, if you fancy a challenge you should definitely enter, they are only quick and it always helps to exercise your writing muscles.
Esther’s was to tell a story in only 20 words.
Charli’s prompt this week was: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows the bully mentality countered with a different, unexpected or kind action. Bullies can be known or incognito; Goliaths or small-minded; in-person or online. Think of ways to unplug a bully’s power. Show characters with strength and dignity and even humor.
Once A Politician Always A Politician By Sacha Black
Had I become what I hated? All for an election?
I gazed at the broken body of my opposition, on the floor beneath me. A trickled of red oozed from his whimpering mouth. I smiled.
“I win, Franklin. Fair and square.”
Tugging at my leg drew my attention away from the floored politician. Golden locks and porcelain skin were frowning at me.
“You’re a bully, Mister. A mean old bully.”
“No. No.” I said frantically shaking my head, “You don’t understand little girl, he’s a cheater.”
“Didn’t your mummy ever tell you? Two wrongs don’t make a right, Mister.”
and new to a submission from me Keith’s prompt was a photo you can find by clicking his name:
The Accidental Volunteer By Sacha Black
“And it has to be gold?” I asked scratching my head.
The boat maker and wizard nodded in unison.
“If it’s not gold the magic won’t hold, you would be at sea totally exposed to her dark magic,” the wizard said taking the model from the boat maker and using his wand to make it levitate in between us, “I know the gold is expensive. But I mean she really is utterly insane Gilbert. If I were you I would just stick with the gold to be safe.”
I took a couple of steps back and rubbed my forehead.
I could feel a rising knot of panic in my chest.
“I mean I’m not sure I am the one for this job really, surely there is someone better equipped?”
I hadn’t meant to volunteer for this mission in the first place. I was arguing with my first mate in the back of the council meeting and the queen took my angry hand waving as an offer to captain this mission.
The wizard and boat maker both glared at me.
“Right… no, no. You’re right of course… I volunteered didn’t I?! Which means I have to do it.”
An anchor of dread sank in my stomach. I was captaining this mission and there’s nothing I can do about it.