It’s that time of the week again – time to get your creative brain working for my weekly challenge. I’ve gone all Christmasy for this one. Enjoy!
Option one: Choose as many words as you can from the following list and write a twenty-word story:
Option two: Write a story/poem, centred around any of the following Christmas themes :
For option one last week, your words were:
The results have had me laughing all week:
Jo Lambert says she’s becoming addicted to these challenges. I love her story:
Scarlet needy elves gorge on chocolate and constellate round Nancy Angel wearing tinsel and baubles and riding a moped. Blimey!
Adam Dixon hoped his story would raise a smile. It certainly does!:
“Blimey!” groaned Scarlet, the uncouth angel. “Tinsel? Elves? Chocolate?! What happened to constellate breatharians helping the needy? I hate Christmas…”
Helen Gaen has excelled herself once again, using all fifteen prompts in her story. Fantastic:
Uncouth breatharian bibliopole Nancy felt disgust: needy scarlet elves dressed constellate trees with baubles, tinsel, and chocolate-moped angels… Blimey!
Petra Rovere always says she’s just attempting one and then writes an excellent story:
“Blimey!” said Nancy to Scarlet playing with bauble elves, slowly degust an angel shaped chocolate. “I’m reconsidering my breatharian beliefs!”
Les Moriarty sent in two to make you chuckle:
The angel scoffed the chocolate bauble. Blimey, said Nancy, going scarlet with the elves, how uncouth, so very needy.
The angels formed a constellate around the elves, who were scarlet through breatharian. Nancy watched wearing red tinsel.
Option two was to write a story/poem, centred around any of the following emotions :
Keith Channing is back with some wonderful limericks, using all three prompts. You’re in for a treat:
I’ve always been told that my sadness
Resulted from other folks’ badness
But I have since learned
Of unhappiness earned
Through what must be electoral madness
Being told I’m a miserable sinner
Doesn’t help me to feel like a winner
My soul I have bared,
My misery shared
And now I am ready for dinner
A new sense of mortification
Is spreading across a whole nation
Because of a man
Who believes that he can
Solve all problems with fortification