Thundering light set the sky ablaze wailing sirens sang a dirge melding with the panicked voices rising from scurrying souls seeking shelter from the arcing flames tracing a path to death’s door.
Running feet shook the ground they’re hurrying to nowhere hoping for the safety of a prayer coated with blinding smoke washed with tears streaming on faces unrecognizable in agony and fear.
The earth trembled bodies fell one after the other time stood still senses failed the silence was deafening –
darkness reigned had war stopped or was the world gone? Would a spirit know or care who was right or who won?
This was written for MAGPIE TALES and 100 WORD CHALLENGE FOR GROWN-UPS. This week, 100 word’s prompt was “….the silence was deafening”. Meanwhile, MAGPIE TALES has the above picture prompt for this week. I did not know what to make of the word prompt until I saw the photo and understood what the photo was about. As you see, I have difficulty understanding abstract pictures/paintings. I was also not familiar with Verdun or the artist. It was only after a little research that I understood what the prompt was about.
Check out the links to Magpie Tales and 100 Word Challenge for some gorgeous writing. 🙂
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T’was The Game of the season. So I came prepared – in a short skirt, snug blouse, red lipstick – to catch Star’s attention. I jumped the highest, screamed the loudest to cheer him and his team.
It was the last inning. The Game was tied. When Star stepped onto the mound, I shrieked for about 5 minutes. But Star glanced my way. I screamed when the batter missed the ball. Twice. Then he hit it. The ball headed my way. Suddenly it was in my hand. I waved it proudly. I threw a kiss at Star. Oh! He scowled. The other team cheered – homerun!
“I’ve decided I’m being far to kind to you so this week I want you to be funny! I want you to write in the genre of comedy. The prompt is:
… suddenly it was in my hand ….
As usual you have 100 words to add to those making 106 all together. The prompt must be in the piece and it should be suitable for a PG certificate.”
This piece was inspired by this little tidbit about a Red Sox fan inadvertently helping out the Yankees to win. Except that I got the story wrong. I thought that catching a ball from the stands meant a strike. Thanks to my husband for correcting me – instead of Star being a batter, as he was originally in the first draft, he became a pitcher. So, I guess, even if the piece did not make you laugh, the behind the scenes – my own blunder and all – would. 😀 And because I learned a new thing, I think it was good I wrote for the prompt.
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Celso saw the little boy from afar holding his mother’s hands while he munched on the apple on his free hand. Celso’s mouth watered; his stomach growled in anticipation. He hid himself behind a nearby trash bin. Keeping his eyes focused on the child, Celso blew on the plastic bag he was holding and knotted its end tight. When the child got close enough, he smashed the bag. The crash sent the apple flying out of the frightened boy’s hands. As the apple fell, Celso swooped down on it and ran away as fast as he could plunging himself right into the busy road.