Monday Motivations

Happy Monday everyone! Yes, it’s that time of the week again – the time to get your creative brain working. Here’s a challenge for you.

Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-200 words with the following line in it somewhere:

“No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!” he yelled. 

Who’s yelling and about what is up to you. I look forward to seeing what you come up with.

Last week’s challenge brought in some wonderful stories.

Here was your challenge:

Write a flash fiction piece of between 50-100 words with the following line in it somewhere:

It was over. 

Simon Farnell always responds with something gripping. Please visit his site to read his compelling story:

Melissa Barker-Simpson sent in a great take on the writing prompt:

Kimberley drew in a deep breath to still her racing heart. In. Out. In. Out. No – not working. She wanted to scream. All she heard was a cacophony of sounds: the ticking clock; a bumblebee outside the window; the steady beep of machinery in an adjoining room; and the murmur of voices outside her door.

Then everything began to slow, as though she was on the periphery looking in. She watched the doctor enter the room, a small smile playing at his lips. “Mrs Denver. It’s good news. Your results are clear.”

She let out a sigh. It was over.

Steve Walsky was inspired to write something for his brilliant blog. Please click on the following link to read it:

EDC Writing sent in this taster:

Past tense
Present unwanted
It was over
Had it begun?

Now for the passionate full piece:

I’m wide awake, not in the dream, torn between emptiness and this. I can’t lie to myself any more, there’s nothing here for me. My inspiration run dry, there is nothing going on, nothing’s right it seems. I feel cold and exposed to know I’ve never been good enough for you. I can’t turn the clock back, undo past mistakes, can’t make you want me as I do you, make you believe how much I feel. If I stay you’ll tear my heart a little more each day. My fault, to not know, it was over long ago for you.

Here’s another wonderful instalment in the Mary Jane series from Rajiv Chopra:

It was over. Their friendship that had survived several ages, was finished.

Damn Frodo, thought Sam, anger swelling in his heart. Why do I always have to be the last to speak? First Frodo, then that damn Spider, and me! I was the one who finally carried him up that Mountain, and now he has his eyes on Mary Jane…

He chewed his lips meditatively, a plan growing in his mind.

‘Mary Jane is mind. Mine….’ he shouted at the wall. ‘She is mine, yes she is. Mine own Precious, she is…’

Nobody was going to steal his beautiful Precious.

Here’s Bubbles and Beebots with another atmospheric piece:

She had no idea why today, of all days, she dug out that ancient photo album.

Maybe it was the deep pangs of loneliness threatening to tear through her chest as she paced around the house. She poured herself a drink, turned on a once-important song, and started flipping pages.

She and Dean were so young back then, their eyes locked in burning intensity. Now they barely looked at each other, running mindlessly through the evening routine.

It was over. Yet she laid down next to him to fall asleep, as she would do for the rest of her life.






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28 Responses to Monday Motivations

  1. DrEMiller says:

    Reblogged this on Write of Passage and commented:
    Esther Newton’s Monday Motivations for 12 September, 2016, follow. Have fun!
    Esther, a big Thank You!

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  2. Simon says:

    I like these entries… But I think you’re missing one 😉

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  3. Here’s a little tale for you, Esther.

    “No! Stop what you are doing. Now!” he yelled.

    Beads of sweat trickled down Tom’s face, stinging his eyes. His heart raced so fast that had it been a racing car, it would have crossed the finishing line way ahead of the rest of the field.

    “Are you sure?” asked Zoe.

    Tom’s head felt like it was going to explode. He didn’t want to launch himself into the unknown…not yet! Then he remembered that dream he had always had.

    “No…Oh go on then,” he said, as he squeezed his eyes shut.

    Zoe turned around and pushed the button. Tom’s first book had now been published.

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  5. Helen Jones says:

    Some great entries as usual, Esther! Look forward to seeing what next week brings 🙂

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  6. Hello Esther and love people who stimulate my brain…so therefore I will take a shot at the challenge.
    “No! Stop what your doing! Now!” he yelled.

    As I look into my fiance’s face and see the look in his eyes I can tell he loves me. With the words of the Officiant, I know that this is real and I am happier than I have been in my whole life. Battling love TKO’s after another, I finally have found the man of my dreams.
    “And if there is any one who see this marriage not fit, speak now or forever hold your peace”…
    “No! Stop what your doing! Now! he yelled. WTF….”Is that my baby daddy, you are kidding me right now”!
    “Security, escort this missing link they hell out of here. Did he really think he had a say?”
    “Go ahead son, I mean Pastor, we are ready!”


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  8. erinb9 says:

    “No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!” he yelled.

    It was the first time her father had ever yelled.

    MOM was always the one harping on about math grades and coming home past curfew.

    Her constant nagging made dad afraid to come home.

    When he did, he was always so nice. He took her out for pizza. He undid the locks on her cell phone.

    Which was why she told the courts mom would get drunk and hit her.

    HE loved her, unlike mom.

    But he’d been somehow changing, ever since she’d moved in.

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  9. Rajiv says:

    Okaaay. Here goes!! I wonder if I should bring this to a quick end!

    ‘No! Stop what you’re doing. Now!’, he shouted. Spidey woke up with a start. It was not a dream. He had seen her do it. He looked around. He was alone. It was not a horrible dream.
    That evening he was at his favourite pub, that hated letter in hand. The letter in the black envelope. That’s when he saw those hated Hobbits, each holding a black envelope.
    ‘What’s going on?’, he asked, finding himself to be unusually warm and chummy. Misery does indeed seek misery, and finds comfort in the least expected places.
    They showed them their Black Envelopes, gloomy lines coursing down their almost childlike, ageless faces. ‘A beer’, said Frodo. ‘Let’s have a beer, and drown our sorrows together’.
    Beer flowed along with their lament. Tears coursed down their cheeks. They vowed eternal, drunken friendship, and swore to find her.
    As the evening wore on, the pub doors were flung open, and in walked a most outlandish person. Dressed in green, with a white pasty face, dressed in a red smile that seemed to have been carved on to his visage.
    He snarled bitterly. ‘My Harley Quinn has run off with some dame called Mary Jane Parker’.

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