Sammi Cox is running a writing challenge over on her blog sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/: A Month of Mini Writing Challenges.
She provides a prompt for every day in September; participants can interpret the prompt any way they like. All the prompts are posted. Go take a look and join in. Everyone is welcome.
Here come my answers to the prompts for days thirteen to sixteen.
September 13: The prompt is “space”. The format and length are your choice.
|There was a small space under the stairs next to the tool shed. Sarah loved to crawl into that space and play ‘Harry Potter,’ imagining that this was her cupboard under the stairs. Now, Mum was nothing like Harry’s cruel aunt Petunia Dursley, and Stevie was nothing like the bullying cousin Dudley, but that didn’t stop Sarah from hoping for her Hogwarts letter. One more year, then it would come. She couldn’t wait.
One evening, Mum had already called for supper, Sarah saw something shimmer in the darkest corner of her ‘cupboard.’ Treasure, she thought and crawled further in to investigate. There was a crack in the wall and a faint far-away light was shining through. Timidly Sarah scratched at the crack with a fingernail. The crack opened wide and sucked her in. She fainted.
When Sarah came to, the house, the garden, the tool shed, and everything else she knew had vanished. She was lying on a sun-lit patch of grass in a clearing in the midst of a dense forest.
“About time you came,” a high-piched voice squeaked. Sarah looked around. A funny-looking little man stood at her side.
“Where am I? Is this the forbidden forest? Are you a house elf?”
“Funny girl,” the little man said. “Forget about your stories. This is the real world, and we need your help. This is Narnia.”
September 14: Write a story in 10 words inspired by good or bad luck.
|“Good luck.” Jill’s sarcasm stung. Dave wrote a bestseller anyway.|
September 15: Write a 50 word story set in the future.
|When he was a child, everyone predicted that Dave would be a Passive, but he had other plans. He wrote a famous book and was offered his life-long dream: an Active’s adventurous life.
No longer confined to the Feeler he learnt that actions have consequences. His dream was a nightmare.
September 16: Write a poem on the theme of “reflections”. Any length. –Cruel Sammi, cruel. All that poetry. I wanted to give the poor haiku a rest. So here you have some kitchen prose and gutter rhymes…
|Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did I have to grow so tall?
Why are my feet a size eleven,
Do my outstretched arms reach into heaven?
Tailored clothes don’t come cheap,
That’s why my reflection makes me weep.
That’s it for today. Check out the prompts and jump right in.