By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Write about a person with a strange collection. Maybe it’s flawed stamps produced between 1949 and 1959, or abandoned left shoes, or – gulp – body parts. What is this character’s collection? How did it get started? What makes it so important to the character? https://www.instagram.com/p/B-CreMmFGav/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link ***** As the sun… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 23, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: His guards had sworn to keep him safe. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2020/03/13/his-guards/ ***** The man paced, fighting the craving to lash out at the servant who had just brought the news. “And you’re sure no one is left in the castle?” The servant ducked his head. “No one, sir.” “You’ve confirmed this?” “I… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 16, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: You decide to buy a big school bus and travel around your country. You post an ad, asking if anyone would like to join you. You’re surprised by the number of people who show up. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2019/03/02/travelling-by-bus/ ***** “So it’s really over?” I asked for the third time in almost as… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 9, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: Write a poem with each line beginning with the words “I remember.” https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2020/02/20/i-remember-3/ ***** I remember the first time I held a sewing needle, so long in my small palm. I remember closing my hand around it, its pinch forcing my fingers to spring open. I remember Mother’s fear when… Continue reading Exercising the craft—March 2, 2020
By Ekta R. Garg Prompt: There was a blood trail that ended at the kitchen door. https://promptuarium.wordpress.com/2020/02/10/blood-trail/ ***** Charlie’s heart beat so loud in his ears, he had trouble hearing his own breathing. Although moonlight streaked through the curtains into the bedroom, the shadows made him blink once, twice, three times. Was that…a body on… Continue reading Exercising the craft—February 10, 2020
