Each week we will present a writer’s challenge to invoke creativity and collaboration. The challenge will vary from a simple phrase, picture or an idea. Join us and let’s get our creativity flowing…
This week’s challenge phrase:
Silhouettes of moonlight pierced the night sky blanketing the landscape as distant flashes of lightening lit up the…
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dark figure as it slowly crept from the seclusion of the deep woods. Step by step…
the figure approached. Lightning illuminated the raincoated outline as it traversed through the trees. A trail of blood followed….
…small cavern where she was resting her body.”
And with that sentence, Sammy looked up at her English teacher, in hope that he would let her go.
“You call that an essay, I presume,” Mr. Smith said rather slowly, as if to enjoy each and every word.
Sammy did not like the way Mr Smith was beaming at her. Perhaps he wanted her to say something:
“Sir, I was…”
“Nah nah, girl, it is an essay alright,” Mr Smith was now really enjoying this. And Sammy knew that she must have turned as red as a turnip by now, with the embarrasments and all.
That is when I decided to step up and defend her.
“Sir,” I said, without raising my hand, which I knew Mr Smith would not like, “do you think you would enjoy this?”
I now had my Smith & Wesson out, and was casually holding it in my hand.
“What the…I, where did you…a gun” obviously, Mr Smithy boy was short on words. He had already borken sweat. I really couldn’t see his cinging body and pussy cat face anymore, so against my plan, I decided to remove him from his misery a bit earlier.
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