#WRITESPIRATION #147 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 52 – WIP @sacha_black

I must start this post with some sorrow… after a looooong time, Sacha has decided to retire her #Writespiration weekly prompt.

I have not been a participant for the whole 147 weeks, but I started part-way, and most definitely completed Sacha’s last 52 weeks of 52 words challenge for the last year.

Sacha is a very talented author, and has branched out into author help books too. On top of writing, she is a working mother and wife, and I can totally understand her decision to take a step back from this particular challenge. Operating any challenge is hard work, the monitoring, and collating of all the entries, the thinking of the prompts… it takes a huge amount of time, and I salute Sacha, and all the bloggers out there who take the time out to actually do this, on top of real life.

I do think she’s going a little easy on us though, with this last one… as it is already written, we just need to measure out the words!

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

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

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This week share the last 52 words you wrote on your current WIP.

So, as many of you know my current WIP is hitting it’s 17th year and is so near to completion!… I managed to get to over 69,000 words during my August self-imposed #RiNoWriMo!

Seems funny to see the last few lines I wrote of [working title] Wedded Stress! Forgive me, I used a little artistic licence to make sentences fit the 52-word limit!

“Yeah, I am. But a little nervous too. I’m not sure I like people I don’t know looking at my photos.” She fiddled with the tape deck.
“Well I can’t wait to see Arjun’s photos of me!” Rani piped up from the back. As she did, Bali slipped his arm behind her.

 

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/12/27/writespiration-147-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-52/

Thank you again Sacha! And to you, Peeps, who have continued to read my ramblings!

December 21 – Flash Fiction  – White Flowers

Charli’s prompt this week:

December 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.

December 21 Carrot Ranch Prompt @Charli_Mills

After reading Charli’s post, I felt the need to write something with a little sensitivity…

Ghajra

Arranging the ghajra in her hair, Hari allowed his eyes to drift over her form.
Meena looked as beautiful as she had, years before, on their wedding day.
As tradition states, she was dressed as a bride, ready to leave the house for the final time.
Hari had always bought her a fresh ghajra on his morning walk, and gently placed the fragrant white jasmine flowers around her hair bun.
The gesture made her smile, and she’d tease him about being an old romantic.
So, even today, on that journey to her funeral pyre, she lay, adored and adorned.

https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/21/dec-21-flash-fiction-contest/

#WritePhoto – Thaw

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

 

I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
She stood at the bar window, looking out over the snow dusted landscape, wishing it wasn’t melting so fast.
“Babe, it’s a shame you couldn’t sort the snow out… I really wanted a white Christmas this year!” Barbie turned to her long-suffering boyfriend Ken.
“Did you see on Instagram, how much snow the others had in Scotland? And this…sludge… is what we get.” She pouted like a 3-year-old.
Finally sensing a thaw in her icy treatment of him, after the episode last week, when he’d not been waiting for her at the sports bar, rather, he’d left her waiting whislt dreaming of other women, Ken grasped the chance to get back into her good books.
“I’ll just check the weather app on my phone, Babe… Let’s see what we can do.” Ken wandered over to the bar to get himself a pint, and a Prosecco for the lady, and to figure out what to do.
Seriously? She wanted snow now? In the middle of Essex? That idea of the undemanding Sindy as his girlfriend was seriously appealing…
As if the cosmos had been listening, the door to the bar opened and in walked Sindy and her friends. They piled in, bringing a gust of cold wind with them.
Sindy spotted Ken and came rushing over, kissing him on both cheeks. “Hiya Ken darling! How are you? Been let off your leash then, have you?” She winked at him.
He looked over at where Barbie was standing, no longer looking out of the window, but in his direction, the ice forming in her eyes once more, as she surveyed the scene; her man surrounded by ‘bimbos’ and one with her arms slung over his shoulders.
“Er, ha ha, yeah, funny Sind. Listen got to go, drinks are getting warm. See you round!” Ken grabbed his pint and the bubble filled flute and rushed back to his very own Ice Queen…
Sindy watched him retreat, and noticed the look on Barbie’s face… Hmm. Trouble in paradise?
To be continued…

#writephoto

#WRITESPIRATION #146 52 WEEKS IN 52 WORDS WEEK 51 – Cemetary @sacha_black

Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:

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

writespiration-2017

This week  I want you to write about the night you spent in a cemetery 

That’s the last time I take a bottle with me when going to visit Gran!
She always liked a tipple, so, I brought her favourite drink to the cemetery, where she was buried.
One bottle of sherry plus only one (alive) person drinking = passed out and locked in for the night!

http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/12/20/writespiration-146-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-51/

December 14 – Flash Fiction  – Only In…

Charli’s prompt this week:

December 14, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “only in…” It can be used to tell a story about a profession, a place or situation. Go were the prompt leads you.

There were so many possibilities! I wanted to write about things that happen only in my family, or only in school but didn’t want to offend, so I went for a slightly cultural one!!

 

Drama!!!!!

A knock at the door.
The man looks at his wife, who looks to her mother, who turns to her husband, who looks at his grandchild, who turns back to his father.
The doorbell sounds.
The boy looks at his mother who looks to her father, who looks at his son in law, who turns to his mother in law.
Pounding now.
Repeated looks.
Five minutes later the door is finally opened by the household servant.
A courier stands there with a letter.
Only in an Indian soap opera, does it take a whole episode to answer the door!

https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/14/december-14-flash-fiction-challenge/

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