January Writing Prompts

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Happy New Year everyone!  It’s hard to believe another year is gone.  I decided to team up this month with Dorinda Duclos to create some awesome prompts for all of you.  She wrote half of them, so let’s see if any of you can figure out which one’s she wrote verses the one’s I wrote.  I think it was sort of funny how we both had similar ideas.  Please leave some feedback and let me know if you are enjoying the longer prompts.  If you’d like me to go back to writing the shorter ones, I’d be happy to oblige.  Enjoy!  ~M

If you’re new to prompt writing, and don’t really understand how to use the prompts, please consider the following writing exercise.

Settle into your favorite place in the house with a hot drink to warm your waking bones.  Once you’ve warmed up a bit; grab your journal, a trusty pen, and a timer.  Then, set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts.  Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!  Write about anything and everything that comes to your mind, and don’t stop until the ten minutes are up.

I often find myself writing short stories or poems during those ten minutes, but you can write about anything you like.  And don’t be alarmed if what you’ve written doesn’t quite make sense.  The whole idea behind doing this exercise is to get your mind ready and working so that you can begin your day.  Just think of it as exercise for your brain, and once you’ve done your ten minutes of writing, you’ll feel more prepared to tackle the rest of your day.

And one last thing before I forget!  I made a quick tutorial for those of you who have been having trouble trying to figure out how to Pingback your posts.  Please go here, if you’d like to view the tutorial.  😉

 

January Writing Prompts

  1. A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
  2. As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
  3. Every inch of his body sensed her presence.
  4. A brilliant light shined from the other side of the lake.
  5. Milky white peaks charmed their senses.
  6. Beyond the forest glen, the realization struck her.
  7. She read aloud to the sounds of crashing waves.
  8. A distant shore was all that remained.
  9. Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a mess.
  10. The boat was empty, except for one lone fish.
  11. Prepared for battle, she made her presence known.
  12. The stone path through the woods lead her nowhere.
  13. The answer rested quietly inside the belly of the broomstick.
  14. The storm raged on without any hope of being saved.
  15. And as she walked away, she took it all with her.
  16. She was nothing but common until she donned the mask.
  17. Fate took a turn for the worse at the fork in the road.
  18. The pebbles devoured the succulents, one tasty morsel at a time.
  19. One last yank then a pull and the landing was clear.
  20. A braver attempt had never before been seen.
  21. The glittery gem held all the secrets of the past.
  22. It was a ludicrous request but one that drew his attention.
  23. Reflections in the water completed the circle.
  24. The universe just wasn’t big enough for both of them.
  25. The recording was all the proof they needed.
  26. Time was running out and his watch had stopped dead.
  27. She did exactly what she was told never to do.
  28. As they chatted away, he needed to find a way out.
  29. Slipping between the seams, there was no turning back.
  30. A simple reason was all she needed.
  31. And completely by mistake, the switch was made.
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December Writing Prompt Participants

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It’s been another great month, and I was really quite surprised to see just how many of you kept up with the prompts despite the busy holiday season.  My favorite post of the month was, A Mirror Image of Who he Once Was, by Dead Deer.  His post felt so relatable, and was very cleverly written.  I hope all of you will check it out!  Thanks to everyone who participated this month.  Have a very Happy New Year!  ~M xo

 

  1. In between the clover and the dampened earth

Walt’s Writing’s – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/the-quest-a-month-of-december-prompts-in-one-day-by-walt-page-the-tennessee-poet/

Help From Heaven – https://isaiah46ministries.com/2018/12/01/finding-peace-december-writing-prompts/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/12/01/clover-and-earth-poetry-decemberwriting/

Tina Stewart Brakebill – https://tinastewartbrakebill.com/2018/12/01/the-breakwater/

Prompted – https://promptedforten.wordpress.com/2018/12/01/in-between-the-clover-and-the-dampened-earth-dead-deer/

Cosistories – https://cosistories.wordpress.com/2018/12/03/the-clover-and-the-brilliant-sky/

Prompted – https://promptedforten.wordpress.com/2018/12/03/dec-1st-in-between-the-clover-and-the-damp-earth/

Ladyleemanila – https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2018/12/08/in-between-the-clover-and-the-dampened-earth/

Bethlovesblue – https://bethlovesblue.com/2018/12/19/between-clover-and-dampened-earth/

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October Writing Prompts

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Here are the new writing prompts for October.  As you’ll notice, I decided to do a Halloween theme this month, and I really hope everyone enjoys them!

I’d also like to send a special birthday wish to Dorinda Duclos.  May your birthday month be filled with everything that makes you the happiest that you can be!  You inspire me to keep going even when I feel like quitting, and I love you for that and for so many other reasons.  Thank you for always being you.  ❤️~M xo

Now for all you newbies, here’s what I like to do with the prompts.  Hope you’ll try this too!  😉

To begin, settle into your favorite place in the house with a hot drink to warm your waking bones.  Once you’ve warmed up a bit; grab your journal, a trusty pen, and a timer.  Then, set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below.  Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!  Write about anything and everything that comes to your mind, and don’t stop until the ten minutes are up.

I often find myself writing short stories or poems during those ten minutes, but you can write about anything you like.  And don’t be alarmed if what you’ve written doesn’t quite make sense.  The whole idea behind doing this exercise is to get your mind ready and working so that you can begin your day.  Just think of it as exercise for your brain, and once you’ve done your ten minutes of writing, you’ll feel more prepared to tackle the rest of your day.

As always, I will be writing and posting over on my other blog, which can be found here. So please come visit me if you get a chance, and hopefully I can keep up with all of you!😉

  1. Coffin candy
  2. Purple plasma
  3. Brimstone brew
  4. The gnomes of Netherland
  5. Crystal cloves
  6. Time blown in the zap zone
  7. Cloudy concoctions
  8. The labyrinth of the leprechauns
  9. Shiver and Quiver
  10. Wizard warts
  11. Dim desires
  12. The house of howls
  13. Keeper of the corpses
  14. Worrisome wailings
  15. Maggoty monsters
  16. The Frankenstein feast
  17. Spastic and spoopy
  18. Devils delight
  19. Frothing fairies
  20. Nightmarish newts
  21. The trolls of twilight
  22. Ogre orange
  23. Curdling cries
  24. The broom of doom
  25. Greasy grimy chauffeur guts
  26. A ziglet of zombies
  27. The cobweb cloaked coven
  28. Abhorrent apparitions
  29. Clinky and Clanky
  30. At the brink of the link
  31. The haunting of Harold Hemmings

*Don’t forget to pingback if you decide to participate in the prompts, that way I can give you a shout out at the end of the month for all of your hard work.  Plus, I love getting a chance to see all of your lovely blog posts.  😉

August 2018 writing prompt participants

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Happy Saturday everyone!  I can hardly believe it, but we’ve managed a whole year of writing prompts now and we have one person who has managed to do every single one of them.  Dorinda Duclos, you’re the queen of poetry and we all love you because of your tremendous talent and dedication.  Here’s to another great year!  🍾🥂 🎉

  1. A fragrant fog

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/08/01/the-fragrant-fog-poetry-augustwriting/

Cosistories – https://cosistories.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/a-fragrant-fog/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2018/08/01/a-fragrant-fog/

Walt’s writings – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/08/01/a-month-of-august-prompts-in-one-day/#more-3417

A soldier’s walk – https://asoldierswalk.com/2018/08/01/a-fragrant-fog/

Having Fun Blogging – https://stc7029.wordpress.com/2018/08/02/fragrant-fog/

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/08/14/fragrant-fog-room-101/

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June writing prompt participants

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Congratulations to all of you who participated in the prompts for June.  I thought I’d be able to participate myself, but life seemed to get the better of me.  Here’s to hoping that July will inspire us all!  Have a great month everyone!  ~M xo

June Writing Prompt Participants

  1. A sprinkle of balderdash

Having fun blogging – https://stc7029.wordpress.com/2018/06/02/a-sprinkle-of-balderdash/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/06/01/a-sprinkle-of-balderdash-junewriting-poetry/

Jaquintinwriter – https://jaquintinwriter.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/a-sprinkle-of-balderdash/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2018/06/01/a-sprinkle-of-balderdash/

The Bag Lady – https://rugby843.blog/2018/06/01/putting-my-feet-in-the-dirt-june-1/

Walt’s Writings – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/06/01/a-month-of-june-prompts-in-one-day/#more-3154

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/06/04/a-sprinkle-of-balderdash/

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March Writing Prompt Participants

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We had another great month of writing, but like some of you, I sort of fizzled out towards the end of it.  I have written another month of prompts for all of you, and if you enjoy sci-fi, those will probably be of interest to you.  They’ll be posting tomorrow at 8:00 CST, so be sure to look for those.  This month was amazing!  So many of you stayed the course.  So I’d like to mention those of you who were regular participants throughout the month.  All of you are such wonderful writers!  Thanks for writing alongside me, it’s been so much fun.  😉

Night Owl Poetry

Cosistories 

Afterwards 

This N That With Me

What if we all cared

The Bag Lady

Playing with words

And here’s the links to all of the amazing poems and stories that were created this month.  Well done everyone!

  1. Fizzy whizzys’

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/03/01/fizzy-whizzys-poetry-marchwriting/

Cosistories – https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/110729020/posts/10006

Walt’s Writings – https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/127080456/posts/2790

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/03/02/fizzy-whizzys-march-prompts-1-31/

This N That With Me – https://cthisnthat.wordpress.com/2018/03/03/fizzy/

What if We all Cared? – https://whatifweallcared.wordpress.com/2018/03/07/when-we-believe-without-thinking/

The Bag Lady – https://rugby843.blog/2018/03/31/putting-my-feet-in-the-dirt-1/

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March Writing Prompts

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Well here we are again, and I think you’re all gonna like this month.  I thought we’d go with a very whimsical theme this time around.  So, if you’re like me, and love to be silly and unpredictable, then I think these prompts will be just what you need.  I’m reposting the writing instructions below, for those of you who have never done this before.  I think you’ll find that this is a really fun way to incorporate writing prompts into your everyday life.  Enjoy!

 

To begin, settle into your favorite place in the house with a hot drink to warm your waking bones.  Once you’ve warmed up a bit; grab your journal, a trusty pen, and a timer.  Then, set your timer for ten minutes and begin writing about one of the prompts listed below.  Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, neatness, or anything like that; just write!  Write about anything and everything that comes to your mind, and don’t stop until the ten minutes are up.

I often find myself writing short stories or poems during those ten minutes, but you can write about anything you like.  And don’t be alarmed if what you’ve written doesn’t quite make sense.  The whole idea behind doing this exercise is to get your mind ready and working so that you can begin your day.  Just think of it as exercise for your brain, and once you’ve done your ten minutes of writing, you’ll feel more prepared to tackle the rest of your day.  Happy writing everyone!  ~M xo

 

1. Fizzy whizzys’
2. Galloping gadzooks
3. Purple nurples
4. Fidgety Fiona
5. Creaky cranks
6. Hobbity bobbity
7. Silly assumptions
8. Punch-drunk
9. A tisket for a tasket
10. Powdered blue
11. Billowy breezes
12. Jelly jars
13. Pouty and plump
14. Bootle beetles
15. Stitches of glitches
16. Guzzling Gary
17. Mounds of mush
18. Pink poodles
19. Antsy pantsy
20. Ruby red
21. Fiddlesticks
22. Sniffles and snuffles
23. Nonsensical hodgepodge
24. Dribbles of delight
25. A twinge of fate
26. Mission to Mars
27. Hanky panky
28. Spelunking
29. Moaning Myrtle
30. Hurry scurry
31. Jamba juice


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January Writing Prompts

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Sorry I’m a little late in the day.  Let’s see if we can do a whole year of these.  😉

1. Shimmers of chartreuse
2. Moonlit excursions
3. Butter brickle
4. Teleporting topless
5. Alphabet stew
6. Sinkholes and sandpaper
7. Pinches of positivity
8. Rusty bearings
9. Thirsty gulps
10. A sea of chardonnay
11. Bankruptcy to Broadway
12. Pestered and polished
13. Glitz and glam
14. Permanently petrified
15. Mountains must move
16. Wild and willful
17. Prickly pears
18. Drips of diversions
19. Spotted cow
20. Knackered and numb
21. Once upon a princess
22. Centerfold sensations
23. Captured in corduroy
24. Felix Fineas
25. Troubling truths
26. Steamy and dreamy
27. Over the esker
28. Dunked and drizzled
29. The bridge beyond
30. Stinging nettles
31. Time before time

If you’re a new participant, please don’t forget to link back to this post so that I can check out your work.  And as usual, I’ll be posting my responses to these prompts over at my other blog, which can be found here:  Her Writing Haven.

Picking up the pieces

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Today as I was preparing lunch for my 7 yr. old daughter, we had a bit of a disaster.  My daughter Autumn loves to be in the kitchen with me and I very much appreciate her help.  Unfortunately, today as she was reaching into the cupboard to grab a plate, the outcome didn’t end so well.  All of a sudden, I heard the sound of glass shattering and turned around to see what had happened.  Pieces of glass were everywhere, even at the far ends of the kitchen.  I immediately ran over to my daughter to make sure that she was okay.  I looked her over carefully, making sure that there weren’t any remnants of glass left on her.  Then, because she was barefoot, I carried her into the other room and checked her over for any scratches that she may have gotten.  Thankfully she was okay, and so with a huge sigh of relief, I then began the tedious process of cleaning up all of the glass.

It didn’t take long for me to notice just how tiny the pieces were.  Little slivers littered the countertop and dusted the floor.  I tried sweeping, vacuuming, and even mopping; anything to try and get rid of the tiny little shards, which seemed to be embedded into the hardwood floor.  The more pieces I picked up, the more pieces I seemed to find.  I thought I might never see the end of the mess.  Eventually, though, everything was cleaned up.  I put all of the cleaning supplies away and decided to finish making lunch.  Yet even then… after scouring, dusting, mopping, sweeping, and vacuuming, I still continued to find more remnants of glass.

This little incident reminded me of life, and how so often we face brokenness ourselves.  We pick up the pieces and go on, but we never quite seem to be able to find all of the pieces at once.  Then, once in a while, we’ll find a piece later on and sometimes it isn’t a very pleasant experience when we do.  We often find ourselves wounded when a piece is unexpectedly found.  Then we think to ourselves… I thought I had found all of those pieces, I wonder if there are still more left to find?  It makes us question whether or not we are really safe from the shards that seem to mar our past.  Will we keep finding more?  Or is it finally safe to walk around barefoot and freely once again?


Originally posted: April 14, 2016

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The Narrow Escape

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Delirious from the injections they continually dosed her with, she lay in a hazy fog in a room not much bigger than the bed she was lying in.  The room was completely bare; all potential threats removed.  Night and day, all she could do was stare at a blank white ceiling and try to imagine herself somewhere else.  Nurses came and went, checking on her every thirty minutes.  Most were uncaring and oblivious of her plight, and yet there was one nurse in particular who seemed especially fond of her.

Tonight she was confronted with a new face.  A surly woman with a tight grey bun marched into the plain room.  The woman looked as if she could do a fair amount of damage when met with any kind of obstinance.  Susanna didn’t dare take such a risk and instead lay there on the bed, willing herself to look as uninterested as possible.  The woman went about her business with military precision and then finally made her way over to Susanna.  Abruptly, the woman announced that she would be moving Susanna back to her original room and told her she would be strip searched and partially sedated during the process.

Without warning the needle was forcefully thrust into her arm, as if she were merely some sort of animal being injected out of obligation.  The nurse then demanded she get up at once and proceeded to shed her of her clothing.  During the grueling ordeal, the nurse stripped Susanna of her dignity as well.  After being thoroughly violated, she was ordered to put on a threadbare robe and given a few seconds alone.  The nurse then headed into the bathroom, to complete the remainder of her tasks.  This brief moment was all Susanna needed, as she realized the door to her room had been left ajar.  Now was her chance to finally escape the confines of this prison, which had held her captive for longer than she could even remember.

In a flash, she flew out of the room and headed for the emergency exit.  The door flung open and the brisk icy cold air met her head-on.  It was the middle of the night and the ground was blanketed with a new fallen snow.  A full moon hovered eerily over the old brick asylum; causing Susanna to shiver more from the fear she was experiencing than from the wintry weather itself.  Her senses told her she should run for her life and yet she stood there for a moment contemplating where she should go.  The hospital was surrounded by a dense forest which was nestled in the valley of a widespread mountain range.  Off in the far distance, Susanna spotted a large clearing atop an imposing hill.  An old boarded up mansion could easily be seen; seated at the top of an icy snowcapped peak.  Without hesitation, she decided to run for the large estate and hoped she would be able to find safe refuge there.

She ran as fast as she could, not even daring to look back.  Yet as she continued her trek through the foreboding forest and eventually up the massive hill, an eerie sensation came over her.  It was as if someone were right next to her and yet when she turned to look, nobody was there.  She felt the strong presence of at least one person, maybe even two; yet none could be seen.  The drugs were starting to take full effect and she began to feel dizzy and disoriented.  Trying her best to shake off the feeling that she was being followed, she neared the grand house and realized for the first time just how enormous the place really was.

The mansion looked to be hundreds of years old and because of its current decrepit condition, the thought of going inside filled her with panic and dread.  With no other choice, she continued up the icy slope, hoping to find a way inside.  The house was built in such a way, that it teetered on the edge of a cliff with its backside almost level with the peak of the hill; thus Susanna was able to easily climb onto the snow-laden roof.  She then proceeded to a small window, where she was able to peel away one of the boarded up shutters which led to the attic.  She then slid herself down, into what appeared to be a child’s playroom.

The room was dimly lit and to her great surprise, a little blond boy was standing at a small table, playing with his train set.  He wore blue knickers and suspenders to match and looked up inquisitively at Susanna.  She motioned for him to keep quiet and his blue eyes smiled back at her.  He seemed pleased by her presence and yet the next thing she knew, the little boy suddenly vanished into thin air.  Startled by his sudden disappearance, Susanna began to look for a place to hide.  During her thorough exploration of the large room, she was able to find a small wall panel hidden behind a chair.

Susanna immediately pried off the wooden panel to explore what was behind it.  It appeared to be nothing but an old storage area.  The vacant space appeared to be too small a place to hide in.  She began pressing against the boxes which were blocking her way, and realized that what looked like a small confined area, was actually an opening to a much larger room.  Thus, the boxes were easily pushed aside, and Susanna then crawled quickly into the dark dusty space.

After carefully setting the panel door back into place and pushing the boxes up against the opening, she crawled as far back into the room as she could.  As her eyes began to adjust, she noticed a large pile of old ripped up sheets.  She decided to cover herself up as best she could and hope for a positive outcome.  Unfortunately, the sheets didn’t cover her up completely and before she even had a chance to find another place to hide, she heard several people enter the attic.  There were many loud voices talking all at once and echoing footsteps made their way nearer to her hiding place.  After Susanna’s eyes adjusted a little bit more, she noticed another room off to her right.   Since it was far too late to go exploring the other room, she laid as still as she could and waited to see what her fate would be.

It wasn’t long before the wall panel was noticed and the searchers made their way into the dark musty room.  Susanna watched silently as each person crept closer to her.  Once the other room was noticed, most of the searchers headed there; realizing that it was probably a better place for somebody to hide.  There was one person, however, who remained in the room with her.  She could tell by the sheer size of the person’s silhouette that it had to be a man.  Holding her breath for fear of being heard, she said a silent prayer, asking that her presence would go undetected.  The man ventured back toward where Susanna lay; crawling on his hands and knees and feeling his way around in the pitch black room.  She could see his shadowy figure getting closer and heard his breathing becoming strained.

All of a sudden, the man came across Susanna.  She could feel the sensation of his hands, and it was as if he seemed to notice the softness of her body.  Still partially hidden beneath the thin sheet, Susanna couldn’t seem to be still another moment and found herself foolishly adjusting her leg.  She then knew without a doubt that she had been discovered.  The man was now practically on top of her and so she did the only thing that she could think of; she covered his mouth with both of her hands and let out a hushed “Please…” Surprisingly he didn’t utter a single word and instead began to relax his body on top of hers.  After looking at him closer, she realized who the man was.  It was one of the nurses who had taken care of her at the hospital.  He was the only nurse who had ever been kind to her.

Susanna lay there as still as she could; slowly removing her hands, she then stared straight into the man’s eyes.  A look of understanding passed between them and somehow she knew that she could trust him.  As they lay there in the dark, neither dared say a word.  Susanna could hear the others leave one by one, their voices trailing off in the distance; some mentioning the window which she had forgotten to close.  It was quite apparent now, that they knew she was here.  She wondered what would happen to her if she was caught.  She had heard awful tales of those who didn’t cooperate, being taken someplace and never seen or heard from again.  And yet here she was, with at least a small speck of hope, literally laying right on top of her.  She hoped that somehow, they both would escape.

Written by, Michelle Cook

Based on a dream…


Originally posted: May 25, 2016

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Words come straight from the heart…

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There’s no better compliment for a writer, than when somebody reads their work.  I honestly don’t even mind if somebody doesn’t particularly like what I’ve written.  Just the fact that they’ve read it and have taken the time to tell me they have; that’s the best feeling in the world.  The words a writer writes, come straight from their heart.  So the reader is literally holding a piece of that person’s heart while reading such a person’s words.  It doesn’t get much more intimate than that.  ~M


Originally posted: May 15, 2016

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Betrayed – Part 2

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The continuing story…  Part 1 can be found, here.

Weak and weary from her merciless ordeal, Scarlett mustered up enough strength to explore her whereabouts.  As exhausted as she felt, she knew she wouldn’t survive if she just stayed where she was.  Earlier that day, she had been carelessly tossed into the icy waters, by a man whom she thought she could trust.  He was someone she had swooned over, for the majority of her young adult life.  Eventually, she discovered a scandalous side of him, which in the end made her disposable.  She had never been a very strong swimmer, and the frigid waters nearly took her breath away.  After almost drowning from the undertow, she somehow managed to escape the forceful current, before it had a chance to overpower her completely.  The sandy beach was deserted, and from first glance, the island seemed to be uninhabited.  Although she had heard rumors of headhunters settling on islands like these, she tried to keep her mind focused on her current predicament, and not assume the worst.

To be continued… Part 3 can be found here.


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Betrayed – Part 1

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An ominous sky overshadowed her petite pale frame, as auburn strands of salty wet tresses held fast to her cold wet skin.  Her thin white cotton dress clung to her body and revealed her emaciated figure.  She sat motionless on the rocky precipice, with her scraped knees tucked up under her chin and her listless arms wrapped around her bruised legs.  She shivered as the waves descended upon her frail form and braced herself each time the saltwater flowed freely over her superficial wounds.  Determined not to shed a single tear for his benefit, she faced the onslaught of breakers, and let the raging sea carry away her disparaging thoughts.  She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had humiliated and crushed her unadulterated spirit.  Instead, she would make him pay dearly for his cruel behavior; only just as soon as she could find a way to escape the godforsaken island, where he had so nonchalantly discarded her, like a useless piece of rubbish.

To be continued… Part 2 can be found here.


*Bringing back a story that had fallen by the wayside.  Enjoy!

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