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Monday’s Muse: Writing Prompt March 23 2015

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OPENING LINE: He watched them from afar, but the disdain he felt for them was so closely lit in his chest he feared he would combust and light the sky with his flame.

RULES: Using the above line and the picture provided, create a story (or even a poem) within 15 to 20 minutes. Once you have finished your super awesome masterpiece, add a link in the comments section of this  post to your story for others to read, as well as a link on your page back to this original post for others to follow along and write with as well. In your “tags” section, add the tag “Monday’s Muse.”

My results will be posted on Thursday March 26th under the FICTION tab, then the WRITING PROMPTS AND EXERCISES, then MY WRITING PROMPT RESULTS.

Cheers!

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The Founder and Voice of "I came for the soup..." Candice Coates is a Fiction and Non-Fiction Writer, jumping from genres ranging from Speculative Science Fiction and Fantasy to Comedic Clean Read Romance and Suspense, all with touches of her Christian faith. She is a lover of Ireland, languages, tea, and just about anything with pistachios. When not writing she is creating visual art, or new designs for her handmade polymer clay jewelry line, Shizen Brook.

10 Comments

  1. Rick Aguirre says

    So do we post our piece here or in the comment section of the post on FB?

    • Hello 🙂 If you have a blog of your own, post it to your blog with a link back to my page and the original post. If you don’t have a blog of your own then you can just add a link in the comments section here on the blog. I am looking forward to reading what you have! Cheers!

  2. Rick Aguirre says

    Well I don’t have a blog or a website so I’m just gonna post mine here. Hope that’s ok.
    He watched them from afar, but the distain he felt for them was so closely lit in his chest he feared he would combust and light the sky with his flame. The sounds of the city clattered on like an old jazz tune which, in another time, another place, might have been endearing but here and now only serverd to stoke the embers smoldering in his bowels. His gaze fell upon them like that of an owl leering through a wooded hollow as they blithely sauntered down the narrow street. Details emerged from their shillouttes as they passed a well lit storefront only to fade back into obscurity once they travelled beyond the light’s reach. Light or no he could see them. He needed no illumination to discern the monsters beneath thier mediocre facade and superficial pleasantries. He knew the atrocities they committed behind closed doors. A cold sweat began to breech the surface of his skin and gave him a faint chill as it met with the cool night air. The quiver in his breath became an undeniable rhythm as he leaned forward ever so slightly. The haphazard scaffolding which perpetually blemished this town threatened to obstruct his view and allow them to slip back into the masquerade. “Not tonight” he whispered to himself as his grip firmed. His left eye gently closed as he exhaled and waited for what seemed an eternity for one , then the other, to wander into his crosshairs.

    • Bravo! Bravo! and Bravo! 😀 I really enjoyed what was written here, and I am very glad that you posted it. What I will do, if you don’t mind, is create a post for you on the blog so that others will be able to better see your results. How’s that?

  3. Rick Aguirre says

    Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it. By all means. Go right ahead. I appreciate it!

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