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Week 5 Prompt #1
SPECIAL PROMPT
This weeks special prompt is a word provided by last weeks winner:
~~macabre~~
Definition:- gruesome and horrifying; ghastly; horrible.
- of, pertaining to, dealing with, or representing death,especially its grimmer or uglier aspect.
- of or suggestive of the allegorical dance of death.
Contest Ends at noon (for the Speed Challenge and for part one of your story for the Blind Challenge)
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
You have one hour to write 100 words including this word.
Next Contest Starts at noon with a sentence prompt followed by a word prompt at 1pm!
REMEMBER
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═══Speed Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Make this prompt a 100 word stand alone story in this hour
Blind Challenge
Start a 300 word story, writing the first 100 words during this hour using this prompt then adding to it as the rest of the prompts come up (without altering what you have written).
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight EST!
Classic Challenge
Wait for all three prompts then write a 300 word story including each of the provided prompts, for this you have until midnight EST!
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Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)
If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com
Don't Forget to add your twitter handle and/or email address below your post and give your story a title too (for a 300 word story you can finalize your title on the last entry)
If you're having issues posting feel free to e-mail me: D.RyanLeask@gmail.com
Death summoned me, and I welcomed Her embrace.
ReplyDeleteI'd dealt in the games of life and death, cheating the latter so often that She claimed me with brutal vengeance.
My voice gave out before my screaming.
Trapped in the wreck of my dying form, I watched him poke at me. Please end this. I’d soiled myself and my innards painted the room in bloody bits of tissue and bone.
The pain shrieked through me, drawing a silent cry from me.
My body twitched, a danse macabre of involuntary movement that made him smile.
Let me die.
Not yet, She whispered.
@caramichaels
100 words