Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “We’re Only Braiding Roses”

For the 7/9/2020 prompt, Rue submitted “We’re Only Braiding Roses”

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“Bren carefully picked her way across the scorched grass, darkened patches of ash the only reminder of the battle that once was.
Untitled, Ash @AshDawnWrites

“I was ten when my great-aunt caught me picking flowers from the edge of the forest. She damn near screamed, “Child, stop!”
I dropped the bunch of daisies as she grabbed me by the wrist. Her ragged fingernails bit at my skin as she dragged me away from the treeline.
Braided Roses, EM Harding

“The bell rings softly, telling me it’s time for lunch.
I push away from my desk, rolling back on my wheeled chair. I can’t get away from the computer fast enough.
Braiding Roses, Dewi Hargreaves

She wove in flowers and baby’s breath into the braid in my hair as I let the tears fall on the plush rug.
“It’s like braiding roses. Beautiful if you can make it work, but watch out for the thorns.”
We’re Only Braiding Roses, Rue Sparks

“My fingers tie around her wrist like a bracelet. We’re cold, fighting away frost with every heartbeat, and our breath seems to crystallise before it leaves our lungs.
Braiding Roses, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “I’ll Be Your Misfit”

For the 6/18/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘I’ll Be Your Misfit”

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“The book went back with a clunk.
She moved along the shelves, tugging out books that looked useful. Very few actually were.”

I’ll Be Your Misfit, Dew Hargreaves

“It wasn’t that the dog was ugly, per se…”
I’ll Be Your Misfit, Rue Sparks

“”Ah, you bastard,” Nick hisses, throwing down his sewing and sucking his middle finger.
I look up from my book.
He picks up his needle and keeps sewing, pulling thread through glistening fabric.

I’ll Be Your Misfit, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Never Seen a Ghost Like…”

For the 6/5/2020 prompt, Lou submitted ‘Never Seen A Ghost Like…”

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“Tap. Tap. Tap. He’s still tapping on the window, distracting himself, when the girl, the woman really—Jeannie, she introduced herself as Jeannie—comes over.
The Whispers, Alicja

“My fourteen-year-old daughter pushes grass through wire for our hens to peck at. I watch, eyes soft behind dark sunglasses, as she crouches in the dry grass and whispers to them.
Never Seen A Ghost, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Let Sleeping Dogs Lie”

For the 5/21/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘Let Sleeping Dogs Lie”

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“”Why are you bringing this up now?” I yelled, my eyes surveyed the broken plates on the floor, smashed to smithereens.
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, Becka Writes

“Hisssss.
I lift the iron from the fabric, place it on the side. Let it rest.
I fold the green shirt and stack it on the counter-top beside me. Beside his phone, which he just abandoned when he came in.

Hisssss, Dewi Hargreaves

“The biting air prickled the skin on his face. Caleb saved his hands by burying them in his coat pockets, but the cold still penetrated down to his bones.
Sleeping Dogs Don’t Lie, rue sparks 

“I have a band-aid on my arm. Above my elbow, at the back. I can’t see it without a mirror. I don’t know how I got it on.
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, Leona Storey

“Dante has never refused to tell me anything before, and he’s frozen like a statue. How can I trust him when he’s so intent on guarding his feelings from me?
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “All That Glitters”

For the 5/7/2020 prompt, Lou submitted ‘All that glitters.”

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“‘You have glitter on your face,’ Annie says as she pulls her closer.
Untitled, Alicja

“The adventurer stopped at the bottom of the cliff. There it was. The old tower. Just like they’d said.
Not All That Glitters, Dewi Hargreaves

“She glittered like gold, and I was the magpie. It could have been love, but gold changes hands, and birds are born to fly. She was gone by morning.
Flappers and Finches (All That Glitters Isn’t Gold), rue sparks 

“The afterparty spills across the white marble floor of the hall like blood in an abattoir. Shards of crystal glisten gold in the morning light and crunch beneath my feet, threatening to cut.
All That Glitters, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces.”

For the 4/23/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘If your heart is broken, make art from the pieces” from the poet Shane Koyczan.

Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“The grizzled old man sipped his ale and stared at the wall. It was bitter. But then, so was he.
He’d been in worse places, though not by much. It was little more than a mud hovel, bought and made into an inn by a clever merchant. Before then it was a farmhouse, but it lay along a busy road.”

Make Art from the Pieces of Your Broken Heart, Dewi Hargreaves

“It was a Tuesday when her heart broke.
There was nothing significant about that particular Tuesday. She wouldn’t even remember what day it was, if she hadn’t written it in her journal. She found it so odd that it would break on such a day, as Tuesdays have little to no meaning besides being the day after Monday, and far too early in the school week. 

With the Pieces, rue sparks 

“Hey love.
So… this is Mail No. 365 in this little series of ours. And this is our grand finale.
 

Make Me a Promise, Subvertiser

“Harry looks like he just saw the end of the world.
I stand and stagger away from him, the limp, drained body slipping from my hands. I don’t look down to see her glassy eyes staring at me. I don’t swallow the last mouthful of blood.
 
If Your Heart is Broken, Make Art With the PIeces, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Underneath It All, We’re Just Savages”

For the 4/9/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘Underneath it All, We’re Just Savages” from the song Savages by Marina.
Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“Rod walked slowly down the street, rifle resting in the crook of his arm. His white cap kept the glaring sun off his head and his khakis were loose linen, but sweat still poured down him, making his face slick. It was a bad day. It had been a bad night.
Beneath it All We’re Savages, Dewi Hargreaves

“I felt the warmth of the fire burn behind me.
Psycho, Zach Neuman

“I often wonder what the Gods thought would happen upon their return. Maybe they thought we needed guidance, that their magnanimous but firm hand would turn the human race into something of universal beauty.
They probably didn’t expect a war. 

Fear Not the Gods, rue sparks 

Pressure in my lower back flares up every time the ground slopes. I do everything I can to hide the pain from George but he knows it’s there. 
Underneath it All, We’re Just Savages, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Just the Space Between the Stars”

For the 3/26/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘Just the Space Between the Stars.” Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

Metal screamed. Clunk. The huge ship suddenly detached from the mile-long magnets that were holding it in place. Worr watched as the thousands of yellow-suited engineers scattered in all directions.
The Space Between the Stars, Dewi Hargreaves

“You’re as dumb as an ox, Cam.”
The other kids, his teachers, his parents, his best friend- they were all in agreement.
They weren’t wrong, he’d think.”
A Space Between the Stars, rue sparks

“George walks into the party, met by a wave of cheers from our classmates, and looks straight at me.
Oh, I’d let myself hope. I’d imagined, like black and white frames of an old movie, him walking towards me.

the space between the stars, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Some Princes Don’t Become Kings”

For the 2/27/2020 prompt, Lou submitted ‘Some Princes Don’t Become Kings.”Everyone took this prompt in a different direction! I love the variety we always get.

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MASTERLIST:

It took everything I had not to kick him in the balls.I could stomach him making eyes at me in class. I could even take the letters he left in my locker, sliding them through the tiny grate at the top. But this, this was too far.
Some Princes Don’t Become Kings, Dewi Hargreaves

Fuck you.”
“Will-”
“Fuck you! I said I’m not doing it!” the man behind him cuffs Will upside the head.
The Coin, OSTBear

“”I’m just young enough to still believe but young enough not to know what to believe in.” The first words I remember telling you are branded in my memory. The fire of youth burned in us both, but the flames only licked at ashes around us.”
Prince of Glass, Rue Sparks

“Royal funerals are spectacular. From midnight to midnight, no one in the city makes a sound—except to read my name, as if whispering it will breathe life back into the body they carry on their shoulders.
Some Princes Don’t Become Kings, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “There’s A Demon Inside”

For the 2/13/2020 prompt, Lou submitted “There’s A Demon Inside.”

We have one submission so far, more coming as Thursday approaches!

MASTERLIST:

“There’s a demon inside the Cheshire Cat. He will peel you out of your skin before you can say cat-o-nine tails.”
Untitled Tweet, Melissa G

“It was well-known that many magic swords contained the souls of living things.”
There’s A Demon Inside, Dewi Hargreaves

“‘What can I do to get you inside one of these beautiful cars?’ It was such a cliched thing for a car salesman to say, and that’s why Jeremiah Tork smiled when he heard it.
(This story did not fit in the 500 word limit, but it is a wonderful story all the same!)
The Fine Print, Andy Hollandbeck

“It grips me in a chokehold, the breath hanging suspended in my throat.”
Demon Inside, Rue Sparks

He had been walking for three days and the child’s body had begun to stink.”
The Mediator, tim_thewordjunkie/XConvent

“When I was very small, I swallowed the pip of a silver apple. My mother had received the fruit from a fellow witch to protect our secluded home from demons.”
There’s A Demon Inside, Lou Willingham