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The door slowly opened

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day two for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
The door slowly opened

Kaye had her head down, typing feverishly. The muse was upon her: her mind spun with glorious imagery, the scenes wrote themselves …

Somewhere, a faint tapping sounded. She ignored it. Must be the plumbing, the pipes in the old house playing up again.

Back to the story. Werewolves leaped, elves brandished ...

Louise hated it when …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day one for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
Louise hated it when people said she was just a librarian.

Day one Louise hated it when people said she was just a librarian Louise hated it when people said she was just a librarian. Although ‘people’ was stretching it a bit perhaps. It was her mother who said it the most, and her father would smile as if embarrassed, but for whom...

It was a great deal.

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day six and the last for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
It was a great deal. Or so he thought.

If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is. The mantra his father had bored him stupid with, slid through his mind. And buried itself in hubris. No one would get one over him.

He read through the small print on the page, his feeling that nothing could go wrong boosted by...

He remembered this house

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day five for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
He remembered this house

It was June’s idea to go for a hike. Harvey embraced it enthusiastically. The sun shone, the air was mild, and he was promised a pub lunch at the end of it.

He drove the hire car, following June’s instructions read from Google maps, to a small, empty carpark off a B road. When they got out of the car, a sh...

‘I feel so alive.’

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day four for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
‘I feel so alive.’

The mourners wore dark colours. It was that kind of funeral. The old-fashioned type this old old-fashioned town excelled in. In the high-naved church, relatives, friends and those who felt they should be there for business or other reasons, sat shoulder to shoulder on the hard pews. Blooms of lilies stood on eve...

Excited Follow Moss

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day three for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
Excited, Follow, Moss: use these three words

‘Don’t lag behind,’ I said, tossing a warning smile across my shoulder.

The gaggle of youngsters trailing in single file between the moss-covered trees didn’t really need the warning. They kept close, giggling, jumping as they walked, peering into the shadows as if expecting the surpris...

Door in the desert: pic prompt

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day two for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
Door in the desert: pic prompt

Fifty miles from the gas station, the steering went. He wrenched the wheel to the left, hauled hard, stamped on the brake. The estate car slewed in the sandy verge and shuddered to a halt on the side of the road. More a track than a road. A short cut, suggested by the SatNav to save him an hour.

Damn d...

By the time she arrived …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Day one for this week. Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
By the time she arrived …

By the time she arrived, the pub heaved with well wishers. Loud chat, clink of glasses, mingled scents of martinis, beer and wine. Louise stretched up on her toes and lifted her chin to search the crowd. The extra inch helped. Kate’s red curls were visible at a corner table, hemmed in by men in smart open-...

The Fable of Wren Rue Sparks

The meaning of true friendship and how to not be alone

Non-binary Wren is grieving the sudden death of their loved Uncle Jeremy who raised them from a small child following the deaths of their parents in a car accident. They are extremely reluctant to let him go and are finding it difficult to feel any joy in life. The tiny town where they live offers few distractions – that is, until two things happen at about the same time. One is the arrival of Jethro, an out-of-towner who comes to work al...

When she opened the door …

Today’s writing prompt and my response.

Use the prompt however you like, one at a time, or pen a short story over as many as you like.
When she opened the door she wished

The morning started badly and if Julie didn’t catch up it was only going to get worse. She had planned to wake early, put the final touches on her presentation. But she had woken late, Jamie had been impossible to rouse from his bed, and she had taken three supposedly urgent work calls before 8 am.

‘Come on,’ she urged ...