January Writing Prompt Participants

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Wow!  I’m honestly wondering if we have a new record for the amount of prompted posts done this month.  Thank you to all of you who participated.  I truly believe that your writing gets better every month.  A lot of your stories have taken me by surprise, many of which I think should be turned into full-fledged novels eventually.

Here’s my favorite post of the month.  https://malandally.co.uk/2019/01/29/slipping-through-the-seams-there-was-no-turning-back/ Written by, When I think of something snappy.  Aka, Elder Shredder (Who also writes for Prompted).  There are some really great posts on his site and this story was just amazing to me.  So go take a look if you haven’t had a chance to read any of his work.  I think you’ll be amazed as well.  😉  ~M

 

  1. A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.

New Life During Midlife – https://newlifeduringmidlife.blog/2019/01/01/a-lifetime-of-laughter-could-have-saved-them-all/

A UNIQUE TITLE FOR ME – https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2019/01/01/take-it-easy/

Prompted – https://promptedforten.wordpress.com/2019/01/01/a-lifetime-of-laughter-could-have-saved-them-all-dead-deer/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2019/01/01/empty-minds-poetry-januarywriting/

Sweet Aroma – https://onetahayes.com/2019/01/03/unproven-counselors/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2019/01/09/neglected-childhood/

NEWLIFEDURINGMIDLIFE – https://newlifeduringmidlife.blog/2019/01/18/reflections-inthe-water-completed-the-circle/

Ladyleemanila – https://ladyleemanilablog.wordpress.com/2019/01/18/first-line-friday-well-i-think-its-funny/

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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.

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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December Writing Prompts

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December Writing Prompts

  1. In between the clover and the dampened earth.
  2. A mirror image of who he once was.
  3. The truth sucked the life right out of his chest.
  4. Had the map really changed, or had he read it wrong to begin with?
  5. A blanket, soft and warm, with the faintest hint of her perfume.
  6. Deep down in the dungeon…
  7. Two halves of a dress, frayed and worn.
  8. Consumed by fear, he stood as still as the dark night above him.
  9. And as the moon exploded…
  10. She dressed, then wept as the music faded away.
  11. Destiny awaited, they had no other choice.
  12. Holding her gaze briefly from across the room, he knew…
  13. Transfixed by the lights, she never noticed he was there.
  14. A steady breeze guided them along.
  15. Keeping his hands in his pockets, he nervously played with his keys.
  16. And suddenly the door began to melt against the brass frame.
  17. Was it a glitch, or just his imagination?
  18. Droplets of sweat fell to his lap as the blade glistened.
  19. Venom poured from his eyes, poisoned tears.
  20. He drank the last drop, then plummeted into the sea.
  21. Decompression arrived quickly after the window blew out.
  22. Heavenly creatures featured boldly in her dreams.
  23. She reeked of sugary sweets, and her teeth gave away her disguise.
  24. Fishnet stockings were a real nice surprise.
  25. An eruption of presents was all that could be seen.
  26. A half-eaten muffin and a spoon, were all that remained.
  27. She snickered as she ran, until she noticed what was behind her.
  28. The last bell chimed and not even the crickets could be heard.
  29. The floating orb hovered over the painting above the hearth.
  30. Planter boxes of peculiar looking pansies, lined the odd shaped path.
  31. Entombed inside the jar of honey, the key could clearly be seen.

So, I’ve realized that a lot of you are having issues with pingbacks, and I’m very sorry if I have missed any of your lovely posts because of it.  I am trying my best to keep up with everybody, but I must say, it is getting harder and harder to do that.  Please message me at herwritinghaven@gmail.com if you continue to have issues, and I will do my best to walk you through the process.

And there’s another thing I’d like to mention this month about the prompts.  It seems that a lot of you are trying to keep up with the prompts by doing them in order on a daily basis.  But for this month, I’d really like it if you didn’t do them in order.  I want everyone to look through the list and pick and choose which ones they want to do, and please don’t feel like you have to do them all!  You’ll just feel defeated if you can’t keep up, and I don’t want anyone to feel that way.

Another thing that you might want to try this month, is to print the prompts out, cut them apart into thin strips of paper, and then fold them and place them in a jar.  It’s so much fun to do this.  You can then reach inside each day, and pull out a random prompt to write about.  I have a jar full of writing prompts that sits on my desk for this very purpose, and I find them to be very inspiring.

Whatever you end up deciding to do, all you really need is 10 minutes.  Here’s one of the best method’s I know of…

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.

Please just enjoy the writing process this month.  And never feel like you have to stick to a list of rules with my prompts.  These are for you my blogging friends, do with them as you please.  😉

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!

One last thing… don’t forget to pingback your posts!  ~M xo

July Writing Prompt Participants

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It’s been another great month, and if I’m correct in my thinking, we’ve now gone a whole year doing these together.  So, pat yourself on the back if you been doing these every month since we started.  That’s a very long time to stick with something like this.  Hope you all enjoy this months new prompts which can be found here – August Writing Prompts.  Love you all… Have a great month!  ~M xo

  1. The rights of wrongs

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/07/01/the-rights-of-wrongs-on-the-trail-of-a-mastermind-julywriting/

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/07/01/beginnings-1-the-right-of-wrongs/

Walt’s Writings – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/a-month-of-july-prompts-in-one-day/

Tina Stewart Brakebill – https://tinastewartbrakebill.com/2018/07/01/haiku-for-freedom/

Playing with words – https://playingwithwords.blog/2018/07/02/the-rights-of-wrongs/

This N That With Me – https://cthisnthat.wordpress.com/2018/07/05/the-rights-of-wrongs/

A UNIQUE TITLE FOR ME – https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2018/07/01/impossible/

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May Writing Prompt Participants

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I was so impressed by the response this month from all of you who participated.  I really enjoyed reading all of your lovely creations.  I was thrilled once again by Walt’s compilation, moved by the ever beautiful words of Dorinda, captivated by Michael’s fantasy fiction adventure, intrigued by the variety of stories from Cosistories, enlightened by The Bag Lady, laughing along with Sarah and her sweet sense of humor, resonating with June Ann’s words, and inspired by Playing with words.  I can’t wait to see what all of you come up with for June!  😉  ~M xoxo

  1. The in-between

Walt’s Writings – https://waltswritingsonlife.wordpress.com/2018/05/01/a-month-of-may-prompts-in-one-day/

Night Owl Poetry – https://dorindaduclos.com/2018/05/01/the-in-between-maywriting-poetry-romantictuesday/

The Bag Lady – https://rugby843.blog/2018/05/02/putting-my-feet-in-the-dirt-may-1/

Cosistories – https://cosistories.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/the-in-betweeners/

Afterwards – https://afterwards.blog/2018/05/03/the-in-between-part-1-of-31/

This N That With Me – https://cthisnthat.wordpress.com/2018/05/03/in-between/

Having Fun Blogging – https://stc7029.wordpress.com/2018/05/05/deep-in-thought-deep-in-space/

Jaquintinwriter – https://jaquintinwriter.wordpress.com/2018/05/02/topic-hip-hop/

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Bound

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Straight away she knew who he was and what he was.  The intensity in his stare could not be mistaken.  There was an instantaneous connection as his steel gray eyes pierced her own.  The hairs on the back of her neck responded to the sudden terror that she felt,  and the unexpected sound of her own heartbeat reminded her that one false move and she would likely be dead.  And so the standoff began, with her only defense now miles away.  If she had only realized the trouble she would soon encounter.  But there was no going back as death gripped its icy cold hands around her neck, threatening to steal her very last breath.  And total darkness was the last thing she remembered before the ear piercing screams began.

 


© 2018 Michelle Cook
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The Daily Post Prompt: Deplete

April Writing Prompts

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This month I’ve been reading and watching mostly Sci-Fi, and so I decided to take the inspiration from all of that and use it towards this months prompts.  Also, my youngest two daughters had a hand in helping me with these, and so I must give credit to Brianna and Autumn Cook for their clever ideas.  Brianna is my punner and Autumn is my comedian.  Hope you enjoy the prompts they’ve helped me create for all of you.   ~M

  1. The explosive egg hunt
  2. Chewing chewbacco
  3. The stars stood on standby
  4. Spacing out in shadows doubt
  5. Jumping Jupiter can’t get stupider
  6. Time blossomed then shriveled
  7. It went off with a bang and a hiss
  8. Filaments of frustration
  9. Covered in constellations
  10. Hieroglyphic hineys
  11. Meet ya later by the flux capacitator
  12. Nano nano
  13. Galactic garble blasters
  14. Platinum plutonium
  15. A measurement of improbability
  16. Space jam on toast
  17. Orbiting Orangutans
  18. Spasmodic juice
  19. Jet lagged and jilted
  20. Catastrophic calamities
  21. Fluently flippant
  22. This… is Ceti Alpha Five
  23. “Do. Or do not. There is no try. ~Yoda”
  24. Friends don’t lie
  25. The doorway to impossibility
  26. Ozone siphoning and other atmospheric disruptions
  27. Pilfering pandemonium
  28. Sucking skeevers
  29. Gnarly narfs
  30. Nuka-Cola asphyxiola
  31. Danger, danger, Will Robinson!

Also, for those of you who may never have tried this challenge before, here is what I suggest you try…

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.  Good luck and happy writing!

The Silent Scream

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The forest was thick with the smell of pine and screech owls glided overhead. Patches of thick heavy fog hung low to the ground and left her feeling vulnerable. She was careful not to walk too fast, as she couldn’t quite see where she was going or what she was stepping upon. The ground was soft and squishy and with each step she took, her boots sunk deeper into the boggy terrain. She wrapped her parka tighter around her chilled body and hoped that it wouldn’t be too long before she found her way back to the cabin.

The day had been unusually warm for this time of year and so she had decided to go for a nice long walk in the woods. She didn’t really think about where she was planning on going and ended up letting her imagination flood her mind and in the process ended up leaving her good judgement behind. Eventually, she realized that she had lost her sense of direction and had been wandering around the forest for several hours. She tried desperately to find her way back, but was quite sure that she was just walking around in circles.

The trees were so tall in this part of the forest, that she could barely see the sky through the canopy of endless evergreen pine needles. She did the only thing that she could think to do and just kept walking. She walked deeper into the forest and noticed that the terrain was quickly changing. The day was fading fast and the forest had become eerily quiet. Every twig she stepped upon, echoed in the cool night air and dark shadows formed all around her, causing the forest to turn into a frightful and foreboding place.

She pressed on though and searched for an open place where she could at least sit down and rest and hopefully be lucky enough to capture a glimpse of the North Star to help her find her way. As she continued on, the ground only became more difficult to navigate and soon she was so deep into the marshland, that she could barely lift her feet at all. She wanted to turn back, but she couldn’t remember from which way she had come.

The screech owls were back again, their frightful cries caused her to shiver and tremble in fear. Suddenly she heard a twig snap from behind her and she whirled herself around as fast as she could. To her surprise and great relief, it was only a raccoon and so she continued to trudge through the soggy soil as best she could.

A little while later, she heard another twig snap and figured that her little friend must be back, but as she turned around, she discovered a man instead. He was nearly twice her size and his cold hard stare caused her to stumble backwards. His eyes were black as coal and he wore a long dark trench coat that was covered in mud and torn in several places. In one lengthy step he closed the gap between them.

She tried to scream, but no sound came. She felt her body begin to plummet into a black hole of oblivion. The last thing she saw before she broke free of his evil gaze, was the edge of a silver blade, saturated in a thick red substance, which was trickling down upon the watery ground below. The droplets pulsed through the murky waters and formed beautiful patterns that glistened in the moonlight.

Startled awake by this haunting dream, she woke up in a cold sweat and wondered where she was. She sat upright, trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that everything had all just been a crazy dream. She laid back down and tried to fall back to sleep, unaware of the screech owl perched on a low hanging branch just outside her window and the large muddy footprints on the floor just outside of her bedroom.

Written by, Michelle Cook


Originally posted: November 6, 2015

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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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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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The Day I Escaped Death

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We were running late as usual, just my mom and me. Mom was running around like a chicken with her head cut off and I just stood there wondering what I should do. Eventually she swooped me up under her right arm like I was a football racing towards a goal post. As we raced towards the car (a blue VW bug) in the crowded little parking lot, mom hung onto me as best she could, but I kept slipping further and further out from under her arm until my head was almost touching the wet pavement. She continued to run with me tucked under her arm, and I was thankful when we finally made it out of the rain, and into the car. She dumped me into the seat like I was a sack of potatoes. In under 30 seconds, mom had that car in reverse and we were on our way to the concert.  I knew that mom was in a big hurry because she didn’t want to miss her friend who was singing in the church concert. I was a bit scared because we were driving so fast, that I could hardly even see the trees that were just off the road. The streets were in terrible shape. It had been raining for nearly two days straight and I could barely see out of the windows as the glass began to fog up. I sat there quietly in my seat painting pictures on my window. I hoped mom wouldn’t notice or I would be in big trouble.  Just as we turned a bend in the road, I saw two lights coming straight at us. Mom swerved into another lane of traffic and tried to stop the car, but for some reason the car wouldn’t stop and the next thing I knew the car was hanging off the edge of the road overlooking a large ravine. My eyes must have been as big as saucers, and when I looked at my mother, she began to cry. I tried to reach for her, and suddenly the car felt as if it were going to topple right off the cliff and into the ravine. My mother yelled at me to remain as still as I could for fear that any movement, even a small amount, might cause our car to plunge right off the cliff. I started to hold my breath and my mother slowly inched towards the door and proceeded to get out. As soon as she reached for me though, the whole car started swaying and she told me to stop immediately and wait in my seat until she could figure out what to do. I of course started crying and felt my whole body get warm. I felt as if at any moment, that I would surely plunge to my death. My mother was frantically looking around trying to figure out what to do. Within what seemed like hours, but in actuality was probably only a few minutes, another car stopped and a women got out to try to help us. She told my mother to have me move into the back seat so that the car would remain more stable with the weight of me in the back. So, I made my way towards the back of the car. The car creaked and groaned as I finally settled into the back seat. A cold sweat ran down my face and I trembled with fear and anticipation of what might happen to me. My mother decided that her only option was to break the back window so that I could climb out. She told me to cover myself as best I could with my jacket and then she proceeded to break the glass with a crow bar that the other woman had found in her car. There was a loud crash, then all I remember was feeling as if a million marbles had suddenly been dumped upon me. The only other thing I remember, is finally being lifted out through the back window and looking down at my feet as they hit the soft earth below. I was finally out and standing on my own two feet. I could hardly believe that I was still alive and then I looked up at my mother, she had begun to scream in terror as she watched our car abruptly fall off the cliff, down into the ravine. I think her terrified scream must have come from knowing that just seconds before, her baby girl had been in that car. I saw her turn white as a ghost and then suddenly she fainted. That is the last thing I remember from that dreadful day and a memory that I will most likely never forget.

Writing Prompt: Hidden Conflict Discovered in Everyday Routine

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He looked over at his alarm clock and groaned; 5:00 a.m. was way too early for a regular person to be up, let alone someone who just happened to be missing both of his legs. He slowly propped himself up against his pillows and maneuvered his body so that he was facing the left side of the bed. An old tattered wheelchair sat just inches away. With a heavy sigh, he used his muscular arms to lift his entire body off of the bed. He hovered for a second over the wheelchair, being careful to center his body over the seat. With a grunt, and a few other choice words, he lowered himself into the chair and began the process of fastening the straps so that he wouldn’t accidentally fall out. Once he was strapped in, he reached for his artificial legs. They were heavy, and even though he had gained most of his strength back in his arms, he was still a bit clumsy when trying to attach them to what was left of his real legs. One at a time, he attached the artificial legs. First came the protective cloth which protected his legs from rubbing against the hard plastic base. Next came the numerous adjustments and straps to set everything into place so that he was sure he wouldn’t fall over once he attempted to stand. The clock read 6:00 a.m. He was finally ready to attempt to stand. He planted both artificial legs firmly into the carpet and grabbed the arms of his wheelchair with a firm grasp. The pain was intense at first. He held his breath to try to fight back the searing pain. His eyes began to water as he tried to stand. Once he was fully standing, he felt dizzy and fought the urge to slouch back down into his wheelchair. His determination did not waver though and he tried with all his might to take just one tiny step. This morning was not going to be easy though, because as he took that first step, the rest of his body seemed to have other plans for him. He immediately lost his balance and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Tears stung his eyes and he cussed under his breath. He laid on the floor for a while, trying to regain his strength. He heaved his heavy body off the floor using all the strength he could surmise and proceeded to grab for his wheelchair once again. It was now 7:00 a.m.