Another week gone by means another weeks worth of writing challenges.
Esther’s challenge this week was to: Write a ten-word story, using the words ‘bamboozled’, ‘banoffee’, ‘Horatio’, ‘afro’ and ‘twerk’.
here’s my entry:
Horatio’s afro twerked its way to the bamboozled banoffee pie.
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Charli Mills always produces such wonderfully prompts, this week is themed on the #1000speak campaign theme of nurture. April 15, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about nurturing a neighborly relationship. It can be a next-door neighbor, a neighborhood critter or a neighborly place like a schoolhouse or community garden. Show what nurturing looks like for characters or places involved.
The Friendship Time Couldn’t Break by Sacha Black
I hated conferences. Too many people, too much small talk. I leant against the wall headphones in, hoping for peace.
Our song was playing in my ears, a reminder of tarnished memories, a friendship lost. We were both wrong. Both proud.
“Sacha,” she waved, icy recognition flooded my body.
I froze. I’d been the one to hold out an olive branch. She’d snapped it.
But it was a friendship time couldn’t damage. If I put my arm out, I had to forgive. Forget. Nurture the friendship back.
Sometimes the universe brings you together for a reason.
“Shell…” I smiled.
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Ronovan’s weekly Haiku Challenge, kills me every week! But try I must, because I love nothing if not a challenge. This wee you had to include the words Tattered and Want, I still don’t really get Haiku’s and I don’t think mine ever make sense, but hopefully this week I at least got the syllables right!
Don’t want you no more,
because haters guna hate,
our love is tattered.
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Keith’s weekly inspiration came in the form of a picture this week, my writing time has been cut in half, so I am struggling to keep up at the minute, but here is a little haiku (thought I needed the practice!).
sparse, dotted like sheep,
trees littered dust covered land,
so far they drifted.
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My own prompt from Writespiration this week was to write a story about throwing up.
Here was mine:
It was meant to be my special day. You know,’THE’ day. The day I’d waited for since I was pretty in pink and playing with wedding Barbi. It definitely wasn’t meant to be the day I humiliated myself in front of everyone I knew. But I did. I really did.
I cupped my arm around my fathers soft suit sleeve, and drew close to him. The church was freezing. I could never tell my father. I had to keep it secret till after the wedding. My stomach furled itself into knots and slashed around at my insides. If it wasn’t for my friends expertly applied make up this morning I would look green.
I’d woken up feeling sick this morning. But it wasn’t nerves. I’d woken up feeling sick every morning for three weeks.
“Good luck honey, I’m so proud of you,” my father said plonking a kiss on my sweaty cheek. The stench of his perfume sliced up my nostrils like razor blades. A wave of nausea licked at my throat, daring me to reply to him. I smiled sweetly instead and kept my lips firmly pressed shut.
Michael raised an eyebrow at me.
“You ok?” he mouthed.
Sweat broke through the makeup and formed a line of beads across my forehead.
“Do you, Sarah, take Michael to be your lawful wedded husband?” The Vicar said.
Bleugh.
Why I thought it was a good idea to put my hand in front of my mouth I have no idea. The first two rows of guests, Michael and the Vicar were all covered.
My dress however, was spotless unlike my pride!
Cant believe its that time of the week already! I havent submitted to your last wedks challenge yet…
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Lol I know I honestly don’t know where the weeks are going! Only one more day if u do want to post goes live tomorrow – hows book 3?
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Dont ask… groan! I’m struggling! 😯
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I always love reading your submissions. Nice job!
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Aww thank you Rachel 😄 means a lot
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I can’t pick a favourite – they’re all fab!
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Awww you made my day saying that. 🙂
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Well, you know I think you’re brilliant 🙂
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*blush* thanks Esther.
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Oh dear! How awful. A wedding to remember:) Great flash.
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Thanks Luccia 😄
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Great writing. Love the word, “Bleugh” though not necessarily the action! Her dress was spotless…ha, ha!
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Loved the flash for 99 word. If only all could forgive so easily especially after already holding out one olive branch. The wedding is one that will be remembered. Good description – I could visulise it all in its colourful graphic detail.
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Thank you for such lovely comments Irene 😀
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You do responses to these writing challenges so well, Sacha. I don’t know how you fit it all in!
The line I like best in your flash is “I’d been the one to hold out an olive branch. She’d snapped it.” Excellent writing.
As is your piece on vomiting. She’d almost held it together, almost – I’m so pleased I wasn’t there. I would have had to join in; almost did just reading it! 🙂
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Ha! I don’t. Something always gives. Usually quality time with the wife! But I don’t watch TV very often so that’s not a drain. But trying to keep up with it all slows down novel progress so going to focus now for a bit☺️
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Oh dear! Can’t let that quality time with the wife go! Nor the novel. Best get to work! 🙂
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Ps, thanks for the lovely words 💜
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