By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: The yellow house holds the secrets. Write this story. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/yellow-house/ ***** May I sit down? Thank you. I missed the last bus. What’s that? … Oh, yes, only another 15 minutes or so. I’m not worried. Isn’t it a lovely day today? … Well, yes, I suppose some people might… Continue reading Exercising the craft—November 12, 2018
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Armed police were surrounding the shopping center. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/category/writing-prompt/ ***** The phone rang, and the tension in the room rose. Several pairs of eyes went straight to the phone. No one dared to go to it; they all knew only one person had permission to answer. Which he did. He snatched… Continue reading Exercising the craft—November 5, 2018
(Anyone up for a treasure hunt? :>) From “A Golden Tail” by Sarah Magdalena Delahaye *** (A little bit of freakiness for your Halloween week.) https://www.carvezine.com/story/2018-summer-li *** (This one allows for a look into another way of life. Thought-provoking read.) https://newmillenniumwritings.org/43rd-writing-contest-nonfiction-prize/
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Start your story with this sentence: “When she arrived, all conversation ceased.” https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2018/10/20/on-her-arrival/ ***** When she arrived, all conversation ceased. Good, Miranda thought. She crossed the room, and every single person she passed shivered a little. Well, that’s a bit extreme. I’m not going to bite. She smoothed the front… Continue reading Exercising the craft—October 22, 2018
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: She had forgotten how boring the night shifts were when she agreed to do one. https://purpldragon.wordpress.com/2018/10/15/writing-prompt-697/ ***** Kerry took a deep breath and let it out long and slow. She’d forgotten how boring night shifts in a big box store could be, and this one seemed worse. For the last… Continue reading Exercising the craft—October 15, 2018
