500 Club (9/13)
Hello Thursday writers! And look at that, it’s the thirteenth as well. Now I’ve never thought of myself as a superstitious kind of person, but nevertheless, I find myself avoiding that number whenever I can. I won’t stop on the thirteenth chapter of any book. Never been on the thirteenth floor of any building, even when they’re cleverly disguised as the fourteenth floor (to be fair, I don’t think I’ve ever been in a building that went that high). And I’m also writing this post a day early. So with luck, both good and bad, in mind, I’ve come up with some fun prompts today. Give them a go and share below. I’ll be sure to read them on the fourteenth.
Rules, rules, rules:
- Write 500 words based on one of the two prompts below.
- Post it to your blog.
- Give us a small taste in the comments below along with a link to the full text.
On to the auspicious prompts.
1. Luck Would Have It: Pick a common lucky item, good (horse shoe, penny on heads, rabbit’s foot) or bad (black cat, monkey’s paw, cracked mirror) , and give it an uncommon story. In 500 words, turn luck on its ear.
2. The Talisman: Sometimes an object can act as a character in our stories. They can have whole stories wrapped up in them and can instantly change the feeling of a scene once they appear. Think about the “one ring to rule them all,” or the magical stone-encased sword that created a king. Write 500 words about a talisman of your choice and the story behind it.
“Keep digging,” Yink commanded.
The golems didn’t need to be ordered. If he walked away, never returned, they would dig without resting until they broke through the crust into molten rock to be swallowed up. He would have used living creatures — men, even, perhaps — but that would have involved a certain amount of risk, at least until he had it, held it in his hands.
http://www.agincourtdb.com/2012/09/from-stone.html
Another good story David. Thanks for sharing!
the wishing stone
It’s a little thing–something I’ve never even told anyone about for fear of embarrassment. A couple of years ago I was out on a walk, thinking about life and some big decisions I had coming up. I was worried and anxious. I knew what I wanted to have happen, but I felt like it was a long shot. All the stars would have to align, that kind of thing. While I was walking, I found this small, round stone on the street near the curb. It looked like the kind of stone that should be on a beach somewhere, having been worn smooth by the constant churning of water. And yet, it was on my street, less than half a mile from my house, nowhere near a beach of any kind. Read more…