Three’s a Crowd

“Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!” Sara threw up her hand.

Frowning, Neve looked at the books in her friend’s arms. “You know, you might be taking your Shakespeare obsession a little too far. All I said is that maybe you should consider—”

Sara’s expression darkened with each word until she thrust her books at Neve. “And you could do with some more Shakespeare. You have no poetry in you, you dark heart.” She turned on her heel and tried to storm off, but the between-classes traffic stalled her.

Neve reached out and grabbed the elbow of her sleeve. “Hold up, Sara. I know you don’t want to hear it, but he was kissing someone else. I wouldn’t lie.”

Sara shrugged Neve off and ducked into the crowd like a fish joining an upstream school. Neve let her head loll back and let out a groan. The bell rang, and everyone shuffled faster; Neve walked across the hall into Mr. Basset’s history class. “Am I cold-hearted?” she asked Andrew, Sara’s boyfriend.

“You? Maybe. But I like that you were brave enough to get rid of Sara for us.”

This is my response to Sunday’s writing prompt. The tome? Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare.

5 in 150: Creation

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Susanna peeled the photograph from the sticky album page. Age and sunlight tinted the three faces staring up at her reddish-orange. Those faces belonged to a younger version of herself, her older sister, and their younger brother. They sat in a circle on the river bank at her parents’ old country house. They were playing Creation, a game they made up where they would tell one another about make-believe worlds. Susanna’s favorite was one where they’d never grow old.

Her gaze shifted to the knotted vein on her hand. She wouldn’t have chosen eighty-seven. Thirty-one was better—the year before the boating accident.

“Who are they, Nana?” Perry, her six-year-old nephew, crawled onto the oversized chair beside her.

“Memories,” she answered, her voice paper thin. She placed the photo back the album and closed it. “Let’s play a game—let’s create worlds that no one has ever dreamed up before.”

This is my 150-word story including the words vein, circle, creation, river, and photograph, inspired by the 5 in 150 prompt I posted earlier this week.

Writing Prompt: 5 in 150

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This week, take a chance. Use a random word generator to come up with 5 words. Then, write a 150-word story using each one of those words exactly once. Keep in mind: Your story must be exactly 150 words–not 149, not 151–150.

Don’t feel like generating your own words? Here are mine–feel free to use them:

  1. circle
  2. creation
  3. river
  4. vein
  5. photograph

The best part about this prompt is you can get an endless amount of word lists out of it. Check back here Wednesday (probably night, not day) for my 5 in 150 story!

Under the Golden Cross

“Didn’t you kill any Turks today?”

Joseph looked down at his tunic, white with a red cross. The other man, large and looming, wore a dark splatter across his. A badge. “I carry the golden cross. I’m no killer.”

At dawn, Joe rode into battle. Pulled from his horse, he dropped the cross and plunged his knife into his attacker’s neck. Red sprayed across Joe’s tunic, dripped onto the cross in golden sand.

This piece of historical micro-fiction takes place during the Crusades, a topic I’ve always been interested in writing about–but I need to do much more research before even imagining writing a novel set against the backdrop of those wars.

Writing Prompt: Historical Micro-Fiction

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I love historical fiction, and micro-fiction is fun to write. So today’s writing prompt is to write a work of historical micro-fiction. You can pick any historical time period, any place, any event. But here’s the tricky part: Don’t exceed 75 words. Have fun!