Master Class Monday

Master Class Monday
October 5, 2015 10 Comments Master Class, Writing Prompts Stephanie Ayers

The Master Class has returned! Every week, I will introduce you to three prompts. Choose one, write about it, link up, and move to the head of the class. It’s that simple.

The rules:

  1. Read the prompts.
  2. Write a story answering the prompt. This can mean you use the prompt as your title, somewhere in your story, or as the idea.
  3. Share the url to your story in the comments OR, if you don’t have your own blog, share your story in the comments. Either way, it will be seen.
  4. Please keep your stories pg-13 or under since this is a public page. Add trigger warnings where necessary. Keep vulgarity to a minimum.
  5. Think outside the box. These prompts are meant to challenge you.
  6. Have FUN!

Your prompts for this week:

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All assignments are due by Sunday, October 11, 2015 at 11:59 pm. How will your muse inspire you?

Stephanie Ayers A published author with a knack for twisted tales, Stephanie Ayers is the Executive Creative Director of OWS Ink, LLC, a community for writers and readers alike. She loves a good thriller, fairies, things that go bump in the night, and sappy stories. When she is not writing, she can be found in Creative Cloud designing book covers and promotional graphics for authors.
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  1. 10 Comments

    Amanda Mabry

    In response to this week’s Master Class I will be using the prompt “Scattered dreams” (this is an on the fly, possible scene from my upcoming #NaNoWriMo WIP)

    Bonnie B. stared at Jake’s shrinking form through the grimy van window and allowed her tears to flow. He struggled against the red uniformed officers and as they took him down she ducked her head to her arms.
    “Please don’t cry.” Bonnie A patted her shoulder, an awkward gesture meant to reassure.
    Bonnie B. shoved her away and glowered.
    “Don’t you touch me.” She bit out, fury mixed with tears. “This is all your fault. You ruined everything. I thought I could trust you. I saved you!”
    “I didn’t mean..I just thought…” Bonnie A. swallowed hard. “I thought Father would understand. I thought he would fight for us.” She slumped against the cold steel of the van and stared at Bonnie B.
    “You are so naive. Why would he fight for us? Why would he, or any of them, fight to save us when it would mean destroying everything they planned on?” Bonnie B. was getting hysterical and she tried to calm herself. “They’re going to send us to The Farm.” Her eyes were empty, and her voice was now void of emotion.
    “Maybe that won’t be so bad?” Bonnie A. piqued.
    “You twit. “The Farm” is a really nice term for the little room where they terminate us. Normally only C.I.R.F. kids but it looks like you bought yourself a free pass.” Bonnie A. turned her back to Bonnie B. and let the fight drain from her body.
    “So that’s it? We just give up and die? I thought you had more spunk than me.”
    “Get bent.” Bonnie B. kept her back turned.

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      Stephanie Ayers

      ooooo!!! more!!

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    Kat Avila

    I picked the prompt “Scattered dreams.” Looks like you already saw it, but here’s a link:

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      Stephanie Ayers

      I got a ping, which I really enjoy too. Thank you for writing for the Master Class!

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    Tara R.

    I went with “Liquid Salt.” Glad to have Master Class back!

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      Stephanie Ayers

      I’m glad you still want to participate!


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