Monday Motivation Writing Challenge
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What if every single thing you did in a day just went wrong? Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
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Monday Motivation Writing Challenge
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Smoke swirled in the air, thickening, forming a shape.
Hands, eyes, mouth.
It spoke…
Is it a ghost? A mirage? Something far more sinister? Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
Monday Motivation Writing Challenge
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This is Harvey, one of the only friends I let dribble on me. I would love to know what’s going through his mind sometimes. What has he seen that makes him so happy?
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Monday Motivation Writing Challenge
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Maybe it’s a horror story? Maybe it’s just your cat licking the BBQ sauce off your hand? Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
Monday’s Writing Prompt Challenge!
It’s raining. I’m tired. I don’t know where to start. Here’s some motivation for your Monday. Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
Monday Motivation: What happened?
What the hell happened last night? Who is Sam – or what is happening at 5AM? Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
Monday Motivation Writing Challenge
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Here’s a writing prompt to get your brain in gear on this meteorologically actually-not-too-bad Monday morning. It’s up to you whether his story ends well, but here’s how it should start. Link to your story in the comments or respond in a new post and I’ll reblog my favourite one.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Helpless”
“I’ll come back for you,” he said. “As soon as we find a cure.”
Anna opened her eyes in time to see Topi leave. She didn’t move. Didn’t make a sound. He would stop if he knew she was awake. She smiled as the door closed, leaving her in near darkness.
Beside her ear, a chain clinked and groaned. A pain in her wrist turned her head. A metal cuff anchored her to a heating pipe and the muscles in her arm were pulling against it. She forced herself to relax but knew she couldn’t stop it forever.
Shifting to make herself more comfortable, Anna closed her eyes. She had to keep calm, but the others had left her there to die. Even Topi. He had said he always be with her. He lied. She gritted her teeth and sucked in air. When she got out of there, she’d show him what happened to liars. It made her so…
Her eyes snapped open again. She had both feet against the pipe, pulling with all her strength on the chain. Tears blurred her vision and she shook her head. Every thought filled her with anger. No. Not anger. Rage. Her veins were filled with poison and the Rage would use her to kill her own friends. Continue reading
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