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Storybook Corner Prompt – May 2015

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Welcome to Storybook Corner, a monthly flash fiction prompt held on the 21st of each and every month. This post will give you this month’s prompt.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story based on the prompt below.

The goal is to end up with a story with a beginning, middle, and end that falls anywhere between 100 and 250 words in length.

Make every word count, but don’t fret too much if you can’t hit the word count. Sometimes stories refuse to be constrained. Sometimes those are the only stories worth telling.

Try to read as many of the other stories as you can in the time you have available. We all work hard on our stories and like to share our work with as many readers as possible.

This month’s prompt will be the following image:

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Share your links in the comments section here or on my story page when it’s posted and the other stories you read.

Happy writing, minions.


Storybook Corner Prompt – April 2015

ogre-castle-words

Welcome to Storybook Corner, a monthly flash fiction prompt held on the 21st of each and every month. This post will give you this month’s prompt.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story based on the prompt below.

The goal is to end up with a story with a beginning, middle, and end that falls anywhere between 100 and 250 words in length.

Make every word count, but don’t fret too much if you can’t hit the word count. Sometimes stories refuse to be constrained. Sometimes those are the only stories worth telling.

Try to read as many of the other stories as you can in the time you have available. We all work hard on our stories and like to share our work with as many readers as possible.

This month’s prompt will be the following image:

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Share your links in the comments section here or on my story page when it’s posted and the other stories you read.

Happy writing, minions.


Storybook Corner: Hannah’s Bridge

003I come here often, to her bridge. I can almost see her sitting there with her feet dangling over the edge. She loved it here.

I was always too busy back then. I’ve learned to slow down since, to make time for the important things. You’d think I would have learned that lesson when the cancer took my wife, but I didn’t. Her sickness only pushed me further into my work, and further away from my daughter.

Hannah needed me, but I wasn’t there for her. I always thought I was a good dad. I worked so hard to provide her with everything she could have ever wanted, but the one thing she actually wanted was the one thing I didn’t give: my time.

Her mother’s cancer took a toll on Hannah that I never even noticed, mostly because I wasn’t around. How could I have been oblivious to the fact that my little girl was in so much pain? How could I not have known what she was planning? How can I call myself a father?

I come here often, to her bridge, and think about these things. I can almost see her sitting there with her feet dangling over the edge.


Storybook Corner Prompt – March 2015

ogre-castle-words

Welcome to Storybook Corner, a monthly flash fiction prompt held on the 21st of each and every month. This post will give you this month’s prompt.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story based on the prompt below.

The goal is to end up with a story with a beginning, middle, and end that falls anywhere between 100 and 250 words in length.

Make every word count, but don’t fret too much if you can’t hit the word count. Sometimes stories refuse to be constrained. Sometimes those are the only stories worth telling.

Try to read as many of the other stories as you can in the time you have available. We all work hard on our stories and like to share our work with as many readers as possible.

This month’s prompt will be the following image:

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Share your links in the comments section here or on my story page when it’s posted and the other stories you read.

Happy writing, minions.


Storybook Corner: Walking in the Desert

002The scorched earth beneath his worn out boots made him long for the past—when he was still a boy, before life got its grimy hands on him. He hated the desert, and it hated him right back. He and the desert had never gotten along well, but he’d gone too far to turn back. He’d done too many things to too many people to even think about going back—bad things, unspeakable things.

He was a flesh and blood monster, not the kind that kids think live under their beds. Something worse. Something far worse. But he was tired of it. He didn’t want to be that thing anymore. That’s why he and the desert had gotten reacquainted after so many years apart. That’s why he’d left his car on the side of the highway and entered a hell that had almost taken his life the last time he’d been there.

This time, he planned to make sure it finished the job.