I’ve found this fun site through a fellow writer where they post a first line story prompt and you must finish it in under 500 words. Now this is a great word count for easier done, for me, than the 55 word count challenge I still do on occasion. Though the following stories did not win their weekly challenge, I wanted to share them with my followers.
1. Start with the given first sentence.
2. Up to 500 words
3. Keep it clean (nothing rated R or above)
4. Optional Special Challenge
5. Stories submitted must be your own work, using characters and worlds that you have created. Sorry, no fanfiction.
6. Include: Twitter/email, word count, Special Challenge accepted
7. The challenge is open for 24 hours on Tuesday EST
Oh, and feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, tense, and anything in brackets to fit the story/pov/tone. I’m not going to be TOO picky… Our judge however…
Each week the winner of the previous week sets the prompt.
If you’d like to participate in the fun you can find the prompts Here.
This weeks prompts:
[His] was the last face [I] expected to see [outside my front door].
Your SPECIAL CHALLENGE from the judge is:
-Include at least one of each: Land animal, sea creature, winged creature.
-Include the name of a fairy tale character. Hint: not Snow White (the color thing…) 😉
“Yours was the last face I expected to see on the other side of my bar. That a cup of Joe would be worth risking your life for,” Grimm said.
“My one weakness.”
“You believed I would have forgiven you, but you were wrong.”
“That was three years ago,” Lorelei said.
“Now you’re back. You don’t heed warnings well, do you?”
“I’d hoped we could talk.” Lorelei shifted foot to foot and met his gaze. “Without you trying to kill me.”
“If I were trying to kill you, you’d be dead.” Grimm went back to wiping the bar. “Barely a fortnight passes that my chest doesn’t pain me.”
“Just talk. Can’t we—“
“The time for conversation was before you took me for everything of value I owned, including my self-respect.”
“I didn’t take everything. You have the bar.”
“No. I have it now. I sold my last chicken and the seahorse to purchase this place.”
“Left.” Grim stepped back when Lorelei reached a hand toward him. “Na. Not this time. Twice is twice too many.”
“I’d say I’m sorry—“
“Hold your lies. What is it you want this time, my blood?”
Lorelei smiled in a way that sent shivers down Grimm’s back.
“You’re serious? You want my blood?”
“A few drops.”
“Why?” Grimm rubbed a spot in the center of his chest.
“You’re the last son of a great wizard.”
“And you think what? It’s in my blood sort to speak? I’m no kind of a wizard. I’m just an ordinary man. In every way.”
“You’re not.” Her face turned somber when she said, “I really did love you once.”
“Bullshit. You don’t love yourself and aren’t capable of giving two shits about anyone else.” Grimm poured coffee in a mug adorned with skull and crossbones. He bent beneath the bar for a tub of whip cream adding a dollop to the sludge. Then he drew his left index finger through the surface and sucked the drips from his finger as he slid the mug across the wood that separated them.
“For the road,” he said with a nod.
“You don’t want to hear my offer first?” Lorelei wrapped her dainty hands around the ceramic vessel and inhaled of the sweet aroma.
“You tore my heart out with your bare hands and stomped on it.” If only that wasn’t the truth.
“I gave it back,” she said dismissively.
“Mangled beyond repair. I can’t imagine anything you could offer that would sway me.” He jerked his head at the mug. “Now drink up before I throw you out.”
Grimm held his breath while Lorelei sipped the contents with the delicacy of a winged bird. But it did her little good. Before the last drop slipped over those pouty lips, her blood had begun to froth and her eyes bulged. By the time he’d thrown her into the gutter those flawless features had turned leathery and brittle.
“Only your death for payment,” he whispered into the still night.