The Writing Challenge

It is simple. I give you a sentence, topic, or thought and you continue writing about it. Specific instructions will be given for each one. Let’s give it a week. So by every Monday, I will post a new one. Ready, set, go….

 #4 October 9, 2017

Here are the guidelines:

  • It can be any length
  • You have to use the sentences verbatim
  • You can write anything before or after the sentences
  •  Please nothing offensive, pornographic, discriminatory or generally disturbing
  • You pick the genre
  • If you post it on your own blog, do a pingback

“And that is the third of the five lessons that you will have to learn tonight,” the master said while picking himself up off the ground. My head and legs ache but I still manage to smile after finally beating him. He picks up his stick, “now on the the fourth lesson.”

#3 October 2, 2017

Here are the guidelines:

  • The length is between 200 and 600 words
  • You have to use the sentences verbatim
  • You can write anything before or after the sentences
  •  Please nothing offensive, pornographic, discriminatory or generally disturbing
  • You pick the genre
  • If you post it on your own blog, do a pingback

“I just can’t do this anymore,” Alex says while dressing. “I need for you to go now.”

Michelle sits naked on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. As tears begin to roll down her face she says, “but you said you love me.”

I call my submission ‘Twisted Betrayal’.

Alex plops down on the bed next to Michelle. “That was by far the best, babe,” Michelle is panting and out of breathe.

“Yeah, it was definitely the top 10,” Alex wipes her lips. They lay in the bed next to each other for a minute trying to catch their breathe. Alex’s phone vibrates again from the side table in the bedroom. She picks it up only to find three mixed calls.

“Come on, babe, give me twenty more minutes,” Michelle begs. “Don’t again.”

Alex only huffs in frustration. “I think he knows about us, about this. Every time we….he calls me like five times. I’m afraid that he will just show  up here eventually. Then what, Michelle? What possible excuse can I give your brother for having an affair with his sister?”

Michelle attempts to put her arm around Alex but she shrugs away and gets out of the bed.

I just can’t do this anymore,” Alex says while dressing. “I need for you to go, now.”

Michelle sits naked on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. As tears begin to roll down her face she says, “but you said you love me.”

“I also tell your brother everyday. This has become too stressful. He is actually a really good guy. It’s not right.” Alex’s tone softens. “It’s just not right.

“Oh, poor little Alex,” Michelle becomes angry quickly. “You say you love your little husband. Well why did you pursue me, then, Alex.” Michelle’s emphasis on her name makes Alex cringe with regret. “Why did you say sweet things to me, Alex? Why did you take out, Alex? Why did you make love to me in your bed, Alex?” Michelle is now irate and damn near yelling.

“Hey Michelle calm down,” Alex pleas. “You knew exactly what this was when you got involved with me.”

“Calm down.” Michelle grabs a lamp and tosses it as Alex’s head. “Calm down, you say.” She tips the t.v. over on to the floor, shattering it. “How about that, dear Alex.”

“Whoa, whoa, Michelle. What the hell?” Alex is in utter disbelief. Just then the front door to the house opens and shuts. “Oh shit, it’s him. How will I explain this shit, Michelle?”

Michelle goes into the closet. She shuffles around in there for a few seconds. Alex hears steps coming towards the bedroom. Michelle jumps out of the closet with a gun and points it right at Alex. Suddenly, the bedroom door opens. “Oh shit,” is the only thing Alex can say.

“Michelle, what in the hell are you doing?” Michael calmly enters the room. “Why did you pull out the gun?”

“Dramatic effect,” Michelle responds with a sinister laugh.

Alex is baffled and terrified, still. “Wait, what?”

Michael mocks Alex’s expression. “What Alex, honey? You think I did not know my wife was sleeping with my sister? My twin sister.”

“I told you she doesn’t listen to me,” Michelle chimes in. “I told you, Alex, that we share everything.” Alex is still surprised. “Awe, she thought she was different. Yes, we share you too, Alex honey.”

“Wait, so you knew this whole time, Micheal? This is just some sick game for you two?” Alex asks.

“Now she gets it,” Michael says in a condescending tone. “And it is not over until we say it is. So, I am going to go back downstairs and give you girls a little more alone time.”

Micheal leaves the room. “Now, where were we? Oh yes, we were just about to cuddle for twenty more minutes. Maybe go for round five.” She motions to the bed with the gun. “Now, undress and get back in the bed.”

I just can’t do this anymore,” Alex says while undressing. “Why do you always have to break shit? And when do I get to be the evil twin?”

Michael returns to the bedroom. “Alright, we’ll switch it up this time. Twin sisters share boyfriend. Reset.”

#2 September 25, 2017

Here are the guidelines:

  • You can choose the length  
  • You have to use the sentences verbatim
  • You can write anything before or after the sentences
  •  Please nothing offensive, pornographic, discriminatory or generally disturbing
  • You pick the genre
  • If you post it on your own blog, do a pingback

As I stood in front of my bay window peacefully watching the trees sway, I smelled Argent way before I heard him. The all too familiar yet odd mixture of musk and dampness must have shifted through my living room courtesy of the AC.

“James, you know this is the only way this can end.” Argent posed the threat more like a question.

I finally saw his big and burly reflection through the window. When he cocked his gun, I realized that he was right.

# 1 September 18, 2017

Here are the guidelines:

  • The length is between 200 and 600 words
  • You have to use the sentences verbatim
  • You can write anything before or after the sentences
  •  Please nothing offensive, pornographic, discriminatory or generally disturbing
  • You pick the genre
  • If you post it on your own blog, do a pingback

“Then I suddenly realized that I could not take my eyes away from the fire. The blue and red seemed to dance in a beautiful hypnotic tango. I did not hear anything. I did not notice any person. What I saw next was too mesmerizing.”

Here is my version. I call it ‘Dance’.

I’m sitting outside, in real nature, in the middle of some woods wondering why did I let James drag me into this. ‘A life changing experience’ is what my hippie, free-loving brother calls this. Seems like just a half dozen people sitting around a camp fire in all white waiting to drink the cool-aid. As if on cue, James passes me the stuff to drink. “It will take about thirty minutes to kick in,” he says. I let out a dry, “sure”, followed by eye rolling before downing the gross concoction.

The shaman says some type of prayer and instructs us to sit in silence in reflective contemplation. James and a couple other hippie-dippie people sit cross legged on tree stomps and close their eyes. I promised James that I would give it a real shot, so here I go. A million things that I need to do next week decide to flood my brain at this exact moment. Ok, clear my mind, I try to convince myself. Think of why I am here.

The fire is nice…warm and comforting and inviting. I sit still, dazing into the fire, and think of Sarah. Then suddenly I realized that I could not take my eyes away from the fire. The blue and red seemed to dance in a beautiful hypnotic tango. I did not hear anything. I did not notice any person. What I saw next was too mesmerizing. It was some type of wonderful. Sarah dancing around in the flames, smiling, her miniature self happy and free. Just then, her face increases in size until that is all that I could see in the flames. I still know every inch of her face, every curve, every line, her pretty brown eyes and thin nose. A tear falls from my eye. “Don’t cry mommy. I’m in a happy place.” I heard her voice in my head but her lips do not move. Her beautiful wide smile remains the same in the flames. My pretty baby girl. More tears fall. “Let me go,” she says then I instantly feel relieved like a boulder was just taken off my chest. “Be happy,” she says then a sense of pure joy overcomes my entire being. I remember only the good times. All nine years of laughs, giggles, hugs, and smiles. She goes back to dancing in the flames; twirling in the blue, running through the red.

James shakes my shoulder. “Are you okay,” he asks.
“I am now,” I say. I join some of the others dancing around the fire. I am now.

Not too bad for my first original one! My story was a bit more serious/ darker than I usually like to write, but I just let if flow and what came out, came out.  I got real emotional will writing it too, for some reason. Anyways, please post yours in the comments or you can do a pingback from your own blog.

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