Final Challenge for the Week

Final Challenge for the Week

And finally…your challenge today is to write about this hand.  Who’s is it? Why is it only a shadow? I hope you had a fun writing week!

Conversation in the Dark - Hand

Hand

A Challenge for Friday

A Challenge for Friday 

How is your week of challenges going?  Only 2 more days to go!  

Standing in the rain

Standing in the rain

A Challenge for Thursday

A Challenge for Thursday

Thursday’s challenge is a Stage Door in a tumbling down theatre…let me know how your story goes!

Stage door

Stage door

A Challenge for Monday

A Challenge for Monday

What would you write about if you were given some inspiration? My gift to you is a photo inspiration – one per day for the next week!  Let me know how you get on!

Rainy day cafe

Rainy day cafe

Daily Inspiration

As you will know if you’ve read my writing challenges, I’m a fan of the Writing Challenge app for some daily inspiration.  So just to offer you a taster to inspire you today…your mission is to create a story from the following words or phrases.  You have one minute per word or phrase…Go!

Start writing a story that starts with this dialogue: Everyone has a double somewhere

Include this sentence: They didn’t come to the rescue

Add a character who: Is angry

Add a character who: Has many secrets

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Here are my four minutes of writing.  Don’t forget that you don’t edit it…it’s just about writing. 

Everyone has a double somewhere.  I’ve met mine.  She wasn’t impressed.  I thought my father had something to hide. I could have been looking in a mirror.  Why couldn’t she see it?  Everyone else could.  We were talking in a bar and babble away about how much we looked alike while she looked more and more uncomfortable.  My friends – hah.  Some friends they were.  They didn’t come to the rescue. I wanted to form an immediate bond and be best friends forever.  Nobody stopped me to tell me that I was starting to sound like a stalker.  I started to feel angry at her.  She could be my long lost relative and she was clearly not interested.  

I was taken away to a dark corner of the bar to where we’d left our drinks.  I felt drawn to her.  She must be a cousin or sister or something.  She obviously had things to hide.  I never saw her again after that night in the bar.  I can’t even remember her name.