I was tagged by my good friend, and fellow writer/blogger/gamer (and all round awesome) Rachel Poli to do a Blogger Prompt Chain. It was created by A.J. Alexander – you should visit her blog too. The idea is to create a “chain” of stories written by writers and bloggers across the blog-o-sphere.
Since I didn’t have a post for today, and Rachel so kindly invited me to participate, I thought, why not.
- Pick one of the five given writing prompts (picked from Rachel’s blog – link above)
- Set up the Blogger Prompt Chain banner and publish your story under the banner.
- After your story, continue the chain by forwarding an invitation to five bloggers or writers. (In case a writer doesn’t have a blog, guest posts can be offered)
- Don’t forget to link the writers to your blog and back to the one who invited you.
- Publish the five writing prompts and rules!
The End of The Bucket List
Write a story about a character who finds out that he or she is dying and has been knocking things off his/her bucket list and has finally reached the last item.
Get Out of the Car With Your Hands Up
You’re driving to your favorite city when you’re stopped by a police officer. Sure, you were going a few miles over the speed limit, so you’re not overly surprised. But you are surprised when the police officer gets to your car and screams, “Get out of your car with your hands up!” This leads to an unexpected night for you. Write this scene.
Hiring a New Villain
Your old villain quit over creative differences, so you’ve put yourself in charge of hiring a new villain for your novel. What questions do you ask? What does the new villain’s resume say? Write this scene as if it were a job interview.
At The End of The Rainbow
You and a friend have decided to try and follow a rainbow to see if the end holds a pot of gold. But when you finally reach the end, you find something much more valuable than a pot of gold—and it changes your life. Write this scene.
The Letter All Writers Should Write
Write a letter to a person who supported your writing career, whether that be a friend, a family member, a teacher (even one that supported you at a very young age before you knew that it would blossom into a writing career), an author you’ve never met but have been inspired by his or her writing. Do you thank them? Do you blame them? Take the letter in any direction you want.
My Choice: At The End of The Rainbow
“You know, scientifically, we can never reach the end of a rainbow. You know this right? Right.” Chae says, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“No science today buddy, only faith.” I reply. Chae shakes his head. Dried grass crunches under our feet, the sun a welcome sight parting what little clouds remain. A rainbow, clear as day and completely translucent, arches perfectly ahead of us.
“I’m all sweaty. Not even five minutes and it’s searing hot.” Chae says. “That humidity.”
“It will be worth it. Trust me.” I say. In my pocket is a piece of concrete slab. Etched into it hours before, as the rain poured down around me, is an ancient symbol. One that grants access to a rainbow. A perfectly arched rainbow.
“I do trust you. That’s the problem.” Chae says, squinting against the sun. The rainbow seems to recede with every step we take.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Faith won’t fail me today.” I say, running my fingers along the sharpened grooves.
“Faith isn’t going to solidify a rainbohmygosh.”
The rainbow, which was seemingly far, and fading quickly, is suddenly a solid, hued path dropping right at our feet from nothing. It expands forward ahead of us in a path wide enough for a car.
“Impossible!” Chae says, taking off his glasses to wipe them. As though the smudges and dust creates the vision before us. Only we both know its real.
“Faith my friend.” I say, feeling a smile tug at my lips, “Let’s see where the rainbow-brick road leads.”
We step onto the path and immediately a cold shiver runs through me. I turn to Chae to find he has paled considerably.
“No.” Chae whispers, “No. No. No. No. Somethings wrong. Something is very wrong!” His voice screeches.
“No man, it’s perfectly okay.” I say although the pounding in my chest says otherwise. I know it’s not okay at all. However, if we have reached the end of the rainbow then there must be some nugget of truth to the whole pot of gold myth. If only the sudden menacing presence around us wasn’t so strong.
“Do you notice something weird?” Chae asks. His eyes cast about the veld that stretches out around us. I notice it then.
“The world looks transparent.”
“I think we should turn back. I really think we should turn back.”
Chae begins to whirl around but something glints just ahead of us. I grab his arm and whirl him around.
“We cannot continue along this… this fantasy!” He yells without looking ahead.
“We found it Chae!” He stops long enough to look, then he runs.”
“Dude! Wait what if…” But he’s already reaching whatever it is ahead of us. I go after him, seeing that it’s not a pot of gold after all.
Chae lifts it up. The cover is pure gold, yet bends and flexes easily. He casually turns the blank pages.
“Well that was a waste of time.” He says, shutting the book with a snap.
“Maybe if we write in it, whatever we write will come to life.”
“That’s just stupid.” He adjusts his glasses, dusts his pants before pulling out a tiny clutch pencil from his back pocket.
“I thought it was stupid.” I say with a grin.
“So is finding a gold-bound book at the end of a rainbow.”
We put it down and I take the pencil from Chae.
“Don’t write anything stupid.”
“Shut up.” I laugh. Thinking. Then I have an idea,
We turn around and there’s a pot of gold.
“That’s really stupid.” Chae says, but he turns around. “Oh no…”
I look up from the page and follow his gaze. There’s a pot of gold alright. A pot made of gold. I sigh.
“I guess we need to be more specific.”
“I wasn’t “oh no-ing” about the pot…” Chae says. I look beyond the path and feel my stomach drop. Shadows rise up around us in coils of smoke. They block the path back but worse than that, they each hold similar books. They begin to shamble towards us. Chae clutches his chest like he’s having a heart-attack. I look at the book in my hand, at Chae and at the shadows. An idea pops up.
“As the figures draw closer, they part long enough for us to run through. We escape unscathed.”
Only the words begin to twist on the page, and words vanish and reform.
“As the figures draw closer, Chae sacrifices himself, parting them long enough for me to run through. I escape unscathed.”
“Wait no!” I scream at the book.
“Run!” Chae says. I look up to find him launching himself at the closest shadows, who part long enough to create a path. My feet suddenly move on their own.
“No!” I scream as my body jolts itself forward and runs. My arms reach for Chae but he’s too far.
But the figures clutch him tightly and I am propelled off the rainbow-path and into the heat. I turn around, only to find the rainbow has faded into the distance.
- Carin Marais
- Nicky – Chasing Dreams
- Jen – Fictional Jenn (Where’s your site JEN!)
- Kelly Griffiths
- Tyron “Odly Otter” Armstrong
You don’t want to participate but it would be amazing if you did. If you do, please leave a link to your story!