Master Class Monday: Opulent Sunrise

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Master Class Monday: Opulent Sunrise

October 26, 2015 Master Class Writing Prompts 6

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, November 1, 2015, at 11:59 pm. How will your muse inspire you?

Write. (Scavenger hunt)

Write. (Scavenger hunt)

 

6 Responses

  1. Amanda Mabry says:

    This was going to be just a flash fiction response, but the prompt set my muse on fire! It is spinning into quite a twisted short story. I think it will fit nicely into Darker Daze. Here is just an excerpt:

    “I’m not trying to hang out with these creepy ass trees,” Someone started forward, swallowed by the shadows, and the others trudged along behind. The walk was long and muddy and the closer they got to the house the more glassy eyes seemed to follow them. There were more than just heads now, limbs and torsos were nailed to tree trunks and protruded crudely from spikes along their path.

    Their grotesque welcome slowly dissipated, replaced by rows of purple blooms that drooped with the weight of bright red berries that shared their delicate stems. Peter reached out to pluck a single flower, he figured it would be a nice touch to his dinner coat. Before he could grab one Mr. Mustache smacked his hand away.

    “I’ll wager you don’t know what that is, but I’d advise you not to touch it. Yer ma would be right burdened, Nightshade, prettiest death you’ll ever see, ya know?” It seemed that mustache would be twitching out knowledge throughout this evening.

    They followed the trail of flowers up a small hill where they all came to an abrupt stop. The building that loomed before them looked desolate and neglected. The garish blue paint peeled away in large patches and the remnants of a cobble stone wall surrounded it. In the center of what should have been a courtyard was a busted fountain, barren with its pieces piled around it. Cobwebs littered with dead leaves coated the blackened windows and the group groaned collectively.

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