WRITESPIRATION #133 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 38 – That Weird Kid

Sacha’s back with yet another #Writespiration prompt!

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Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This week I want you to write about the weird kid at school…

Oh, Sacha…I have so many weird kids I encounter at school, what a catalogue of memories I have to look back upon!

Here’s one celebrating weirdness, and showing not all weird kids are necessarily unable to accomplish goals in life.

The arena exploded into rapturous applause.
A huge audience chanted his name “Will! Will!”
This latest tour celebrated his fourth platinum selling album.
Inside his smile was brighter than the one he portrayed on the outside.
So much for being the weird kid at school.
Finally he’d shown them – Wilfred wasn’t weird!

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Sue’s #Writephoto prompt this week:

Glancing up, all he could see was the fragmented lights and shadow pattern, projected from that chandelier.

She’d fought so hard for that monstrosity.

He was more of a simple man. No need for ostentatious decoration.

But she was adamant.

After buying the big house, she wanted it decorated a certain way too.

Renovations started from top to bottom. The money poured out of his account into the coffers of various designers and furniture specialists.

He’d joked to her that this move, and consequent makeover, would be the death of him.

He never knew it would actually happen.

Balancing that ladder to change a bulb on a chandelier 30-foot above was never going to be an easy task.

She’d been moaning for days that the light just wasn’t right because of that bulb.

Oh well, at least she’d be happy. He’d managed to change it, before feeling the pain in his chest started.

Stumbling down the ladder, he lay on the floor, blinking. The light seemed to dance around him.

His phone was nowhere near.

She’d only popped out for a hair appointment. She’ll be back soon, he consoled himself.

He stared up at the lights, blinking slowly, until the lights went out … forever.

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#Writespiration #132 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 37 – 52 Word Sequel @sacha_black

Sacha’s back with another #Writespiration prompt.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This week, I want you to look at the ending of the last book you read and write the first 52 words of a sequel.

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I just finished Because I Was Lonely by Hayley Mitchell.

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It’s a brilliantly written, disturbing tale of a mum, Rachel,  who is depressed and finds an old friend, Adam, on Facebook. The relationship that develops takes on stalker-like tendencies and it is encouraged while Adam is having his own issues with his wife, Julia.

Once his real life settles, he hopes her own life with her husband David is finding a path to happiness too, and that they can forget their brief but intense online relationship, but it seems Hayley has other thoughts at the end of the story… my sequel begins like this…

The doorbell. Adam tensed. Julia was home.
What if it was her?
Rachel had seemed unhinged in that last message, talking of finding him.
He saw the gas man leave, and filled with relief.
The phone rang. That feeling of tension mounted.
Then his Facebook Message notification lit up on his PC…

WRITESPIRATION #131 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 36 – 52

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt:

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This week you need to write about the number 52

WRITESPIRATION #130 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 35 – Pyramid

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

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Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

This week your challenge is to write about the Pyramid.

Here goes!

They were convinced I wouldn’t get planning permission.
But I persevered.
And now, there it is, at the end of my garden.
Not vast, like my last, but big enough to reminisce.
Well, if I’m to live again in a peasants body, I should be able to remember my past,  Cleo thought.

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