A word and photo prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. Use the prompts separately or together. It’s up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.
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Word prompt:
It doesn’t matter what we’re doing or when we’re doing it, but at some time or another we will say we haven’t got enough time, time’s too short, or we’ve run out of time.
We find time to do things we want to do, be it with our friends or family, yet there are times when we want to be alone and have some time to ourselves aka Me Time.
Photo prompt:
It looked like a shark fin trapped in stone.
Everyone gathered round as they’d never seen one before.
Was this the latest technology?
‘How does it work?’
‘What does it do?’
‘Where do the batteries go?’
‘Where’s the On switch?’
‘Where’s the power socket?’
‘Anyone got a manual?’
Such a reliable timepiece………… no internet or batteries required, so no-one had a clue.
Prose challenge:
It was a tunnel like any other, but then again it wasn’t, as no-one else was in it.
The room at the end was the same as the one they’d left.
The door opened and two people walked in.
The onlookers stood stock still.
They were looking at themselves twenty five years ago.
They remembered this day.
And the outcome.
Did this mean they were being given a second chance?
The argument started just as it had done previously.
He grew angrier by the minute, just as he had before.
She stood her ground, didn’t back down this time.
Heated words were exchanged, then at the vital moment, everything froze.
Twenty five years ago she had stormed out, slamming the door behind her.
Their marriage had survived, but things had never been the same, and they had put their careers above everything else.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said.
‘So am I,’ she replied.
‘We should never have stayed together.’
‘No, we shouldn’t. We’re still young though, we can start again.’
‘Good luck.’
Shaking hands, they separated.
Poetry Challenge:
Time is my enemy,
Never enough, it will always tease me.
Timing is paramount,
It tries to defeat me.
Time is my enemy,
Echoes haunt from the past,
I try to control it,
Make forever last.
Time is my enemy,
I know I can’t possibly win,
But will make each minute count,
And never, ever give in.
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