Last week, I set you a challenge. You certainly took it up, with several of you sending me your wonderful takes on the writing prompt. Here’s this week’s challenge for you:
You have up to 200 words in which to write a story with the following two lines in it somewhere:
I hadn’t thought that would happen. So what was I going to do now?
Now for last week’s challenge where you had the following writing writing prompt:
This was a matter of life or death.
Here are your fantastic pieces:
It’s a pleasure to welcome Simon Farnell to the challenge for the first time. Click on the following link to read his story:
Please click on the following link to read Helen Jones‘ super story:
Frodo and Sam both loved Mary Jane Parker. There was a problem in this. They were best friends from another age, and you may even say that they came from a different world. The world does change everyday, every moment, but that is not important at this stage.
Mary Jane Parker had almost ended their friendship that had existed through the Fourth Age. Yet, there was one thing that still bound them together, and this was their hatred for Spiderman, that creepy crawly chap who loved, and was loved by Mary Jane.
Mary Jane found them funny, these two young chaps who were short, wore strange clothes, spoke a queer tongue and had furry feet. She found their addiction to pipes, mushrooms and dragons rather quaint.
Spidey disliked them, and wanted them out of the way. They decided to team up, for now, against him. This was a matter of life or death.
She was petrified of hospitals. It stemmed from the fact that she spent many years knowing what goes on behind the scenes. It’s not peaches and plums then.
Here she was, facing her worst fears. Being on the other side of the fence. With the imminent hospitalization, for no other therapy seemed to have worked. Fear killed her faster than the disease.
The uncontrolled growth of the cells of her abdominal organs had reached humongous proportions. She looked six months pregnant. It reached monstrous proportions when even her lungs started swimming in a deluge of inflammatory fluid.
She engaged in delirious banter. Nothing she said made sense. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart rate looked as erratic as the New York skyline. The oxygen in her body plummeted to the Mariana Trench. It was a matter of life and death!
Code blue resonated through the twenty storeyed hospital and she was wheeled in to the ICU for the last chance of survival.
Nest Madden’s turn now:
Can I believe him? This is a matter of life and death. Is she still alive? Is this another lie, or worse, a half truth. That smirk of his. He knows more than he’s telling me; I can feel it. I can smell his lies. But that’s not good enough. I need to know. The family need to know. They’re being broken on the wheel of guilt as it is. Why did we let her go out, why didn’t we offer to drive her? Is this the monster who took her?
Take a break, a cigarette, a coffee. Reevaluate what have we so far. Suspicion isn’t enough. What can we prove. Yes he was seen in the area, the CCTV shows them leaving the shop almost together. Then what, she vanishes. So back at it; cool and professional. Ask the questions, he’ll slip up and tell us where to look.