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: “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: “I’ve Heard Enough About Love”

For the 3/12/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘I’ve Heard Enough About Love.” Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“Not for the first time, Karmis looked up at his big friend with wonder. He was eleven feet tall, his skin rough and rugged and his beard long. A maul dangled casually in his hand, a weapon so big a strong man would have struggled to carry it.”
Heard Enough About Love, Dewi Hargreaves

“Their footsteps echoed on the steel floor beneath them, a metal clang swallowed by the empty streets. It was morning yet, the sun barely risen, the pinks and oranges reflected back from the galvanized walkway.”
Enough About Love, rue sparks

“The door shuts between me and Will. Right now, I could hate Dan for getting to keep him.
I’ve heard enough about love, 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

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “Sometimes You Fall to Rise Onto a New Mountain”

For the 1/16/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ‘Sometimes You Fall to Rise Onto a New Mountain.”

We’ve decided to give each prompt two weeks to better give everyone a chance to think through it and get something written. Below are the prompts submitted for this week. Thank you to all the participants!

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MASTERLIST:

“I struggle through the drifts, feet burying into snow up to my knees with every step. My hands are numb from the cold, ice and snow no longer melting under them when I grasp the trees to keep myself upright. The occasional pinpricks that shoot through my fingers mean I may yet keep them, but not if I don’t get out of the blizzard, soon.”
A New Mountain, rue sparks

“I have the biggest headache known to mankind.
I roll onto my side, trying to escape the sunlight, and something catches my arm. The surface I’m lying on is cold and unforgiving, tugging my shirt as I move, but it’s easier to breathe like this. Even with my head hanging and the side of my neck stretched, it’s easier to breathe.

You Fall to Rise, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “10 Nanoseconds in the Past”

For the 1/2/2020 prompt, Rue submitted ’10 Nanoseconds in the Past.”

We had two wonderful submissions that both happened to delve into the same subject. That said, they’re very different interpretations. Have a look!

Click on the links to read each individual submission. Please be aware of trigger and content warnings before clicking.

MASTERLIST:

TW: Child Death (Referenced), Grief, PTSD
“I’ve been staring at my account for half an hour, but it doesn’t change. No matter how much I will it, no money magically appears…”
Ten Nanoseconds, rue sparks

CW: Grief, Child Death
“I know, rationally, that I did nothing wrong. In some quiet moments I can almost believe myself when I whisper “it’s okay”.”
10 Nanoseconds in the Past, Lou Willingham

Rue|Lou Prompt Series: “A New Color of Sunrise”

For the 12/18/2019 prompt, Rue submitted ‘A New Color of Sunrise.”

We had such a variety of submissions for this first prompt, great job everyone! I’m excited to see how they turn out next week.

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MASTERLIST:

“I don’t know what I’m doing here anymore. It’s so cold that my toes are beginning to go numb in my boots. They should have been here hours ago to pick me up.”
A New Colour of Sunrise,  EM Harding

“They rowed, the oars biting the frigid waves. The cold had burrowed through his layers of padding and mail and was now sitting in his chest.”
The Island, Dewi Hargreaves

“I’ve been staring at my account for half an hour, but it doesn’t change. No matter how much I will it, no money magically appears…”
A New Color of Sunrise, rue sparks

“His fingers flex around the glass, testing their grip before he raises it to take a sip. Bubbling cherryade fizzes against his lips, the rosy colour of an early summer sunrise, and disappears into the wet darkness of his mouth.”
A New Colour of Sunrise, Lou Willingham