Letās get this weekend write-life started! From this Friday forward, Iāll include an image prompt and a few words to get your brain percolating towards a story. But only if you need it! Write whatever sparks joy for you.
Hereās how:
Exactly 100 words. Not 99 or 101. The Word Count Police are tracking!
Genre? Writerās choice! So long as you give us all the thrills and the feels.
To Fic or to Non-Fic? You decide. What matters most is that youāre satisfied with the output.
Copy/paste your words in the comments, then share on your own Substack, and maybe, share to social media!
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IMAGE PROMPT
Fall is on its way. Letās welcome the cooler weather and shorter days and growing pumpkin patches with the image below. A friend has come to visit. I wonder what news it has brought us?
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I'm going with the (Free Writing Friday) prompt this week, Erica.
FALL
The agonising pains started as he got out of the car. Heartburn, again. Damn, he should not have wolfed down that āsnackā before rushing to get his outfit on for the party. He was certain his corpse costume would be the sure fire winner. The pumpkin heads flickered with eerie life, spooky candlelight haunting his approach. The raven spoke, head to one side as it looked at him from its pumpkin perch. āAre you ready?ā. As he fell, he clawed at his constricted chest. Voices in the background. āDamn, that corpse looks realistic. This is gonna be the best Halloweenā.
In a dimly lit room, the smartphone's screen flickered ominously. Bob's gaze locked onto the dire message: "Battery Critical - 1% Remaining." Panic surged within him. His frantic search for the charger yielded only a sinister USB-C cable.
Driven by desperation, he plugged it in, but an eerie warning flashed: "Unauthorized Access." The phone unleashed a relentless stream of cat memes, filling the room with joyless feline laughter.
Bob's complexion drained as the phone drained his sanity and life force. Regret washed over him for ignoring those "free" cat content pop-up ads. In the digital abyss, he confronted the true horrors, technology.