Cheryl Burman's Blog: Blog posts for readers and writers, page 42

Writing prompt: Justice, Earth, Fishing-boat

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered …

Once, it was said, from here you the view was of a giant blue-green ball where the sun shone, dimming into shadows as your boat glided through the vacuum of space, and brightening again with splashes of silver light defying the blackness of night.

Captain Liu closed his eyes, imagining the ...

Writing prompt: The pink glove lay

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered …

The pink glove lay on the ground, almost covered by a mulch of last autumn’s leaves. You often find gloves, hats, even the occasional sock or a lone wellington boot, on forest paths. Mostly they are small, fallen from a child’s head, hand, foot, in a moment of parental carelessness, and discove...

Writing prompt: She sat in the chair

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

She sat in the chair, staring into space, hands clasped on her lap.  

‘Can I get you something, Maureen?’ The nurse touched her lightly on the shoulder. ‘A cup of tea?’

A glass of red wine, was what Maureen wanted to say. Or a gin and tonic. The sun was past the yardarm, she was sure of that. It always was in this place.

She lifted a hand, waved ...

Writing prompt: The attack …

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

The attack was over in seconds …

The attack was over in seconds, the attackers merging into the winter shadows as silently as they had come.

Sides heaving, she lay dazed but conscious, among rain-wet leaves growing wetter with blood. Pain scythed her shoulder. She lifted her head, eyes glazed, wide with terror. A scent on the icy air, familiar.

...

Writing prompt: He had an hour to get home

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

He had an hour to get home. If he didn’t make it …

Not pausing from his headlong flight through the dark and icy city streets, Jake scrabbled in his pocket for the hundredth time. Still there. The key, its golden chain coiled around it. He gulped a misty breath, and ran on.

Had the ice queen missed the key yet? From where it hung from her jewel-...

Writing prompt: Chaos, nuts, wolf

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

Use these three words in a poem or story: Chaos, nuts, wolf

‘Once upon a time there were wolves in these woods.’ Grandpa moved his head slowly from side to side, scouring the trees as if to check there wasn’t a wolf still lurking among the leafless beech trees.

An excited chill ran down Cissy’s spine. She would love to see a wolf! Like in Game o...

Writing prompt: If I were invisible, I would..

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

If I were invisible, I would …

If I were invisible I would follow you – out the door you just stormed through carrying my tortured heart on the roiling thunder clouds of your jealous anger.

I would follow you down the crowded street, dodging pedestrians who shake their heads at the sense of something passing close, at the caught whiff of a hot b...

Writing Prompt: picture prompt

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

Write a story or poem about this picture

Mother introduced Gwendolyn, at age five, to the joys of the dressing-up box. The memory stayed with her forever. Mother heaved back the wooden top, laughing, and Gwendolyn was dazzled by lace and silk, satin, shawls, scarfs, gloves, and shoes with pink bows and sparkling buckles. She explored this treasure f...

Writing prompt: Ghost, Flute, Moth

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to the latest prompt.

She approached the house along the drive, fingers itching to tear at the weeds which all but disguised the once perfectly raked gravel. Night was falling, louring clouds massing over the western hills to flout the sun’s last attempts at brightness. She checked her phone. No signal, not here in the valley where the only signals came from nature, like t...

Writing prompt: ‘The family had been cursed …’

Join in my daily writing prompt! I don’t promise to respond to them all myself, but will try my best! Here is my response to this prompt.

‘The whole family had been cursed ever since …’

She sat on the cold, filthy slabs of the prison floor, sulking her heart out.
None of it was her fault! It was all the wickedness of that woman. That woman who had stolen any sense from her grandfather and now look where that left them!

The woman stood tall, beautiful, shining dark hair, and skin the colo...