Weekend Writing Prompt #127 – Replace

I’m posting this a little early this week as I will be away from the computer tomorrow…please expect delays in approving links and pingbacks. Thanks for your patience. Happy reading and writing everyone! 🙂


A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is 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.

Word Prompt

Replace

Challenge

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!


* Whispers and Echoes – an online journal of short writing – is always open to submissions *
~ Special Call: autumn-themed poetry and flash fiction – we’ve still a handful of spots left.  Deadline extended to 15th October 2019 ~
Check out the guidelines here

Weekend Writing Prompt Year 1 Anthology: Outcast and Other Words – Read for free here

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At The Heart Of It All (Lyr #48)

This is Part 48 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


 

It was like water. I felt it flowing, and I was moving with the current – at least, when I got used to the magic. At first, I was unsure and fought against it, but The Hag was there with her words of encouragement.

‘Be calm, Lyr,’ I heard her whisper. ‘It’s the same magic you have inside of you. The same magic you use for dream-weaving, only stronger. Don’t fight it. It can’t hurt you.’

And that’s when everything changed. I could see the magic, like the surface of a river. It ebbed and flowed, and small waves rippled across it. Indistinct shapes, hundreds, no, thousands flittered over it, before being lost to the stream. This was the magic of the dream-weavers, and these, I guessed, must have been the dreams they were enchanting, or maybe had enchanted, or perhaps might enchant in the future…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #48 | Word count: 145

The Forest of Hafan*

 

It was a special place, a secret place, reserved for those from whom the world had taken so much.

Within its leafy borders, one could take the time to rest, to heal.


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven | Word Count: 32

  • A little explanation:  Those eagled-eyed amongst you will notice a distinct lack of this weekend’s word in the above piece, at least in English.  The Welsh word for “haven” is “hafan”.  The Forest of Hafan is a sanctuary of healing in one of my WIPs, and it was to this my muse directed me this morning 🙂

Weekend Writing Prompt #126 – Haven

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is 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.

Word Prompt

Haven

Challenge

 

The challenge is simple: each week you will be given an exact number of words you can use to write a poem or piece of prose.  You can use any format or style you like; go wherever your inspiration takes you.  The only rules are these:

  • your poem / prose must contain this week’s word.  The word does not have to count towards the exact word count total – it can be in the title, or the first letters of the lines of a poem can spell it out – you can be as creative as you want as long as it’s there somewhere.
  • the length of your poem / prose must match the number of words stated in this week’s challenge.  No more.  No less.

Can’t wait to read what you have come up with!


* Whispers and Echoes – an online journal of short writing – is always open to submissions *
~ Special Call: autumn-themed poetry and flash fiction – we’ve still a handful of spots left.  Deadline extended to 15th October 2019 ~
Check out the guidelines here

Weekend Writing Prompt Year 1 Anthology: Outcast and Other Words – Read for free here

The Enchanter’s Stone (Lyr #47)

This is Part 47 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


How many enchanters had been in the presence of this most hallowed, most mythical of objects? I had no idea, but I would guess not many. Like The Hag herself, The Enchanter’s Stone was found in all the stories that recounted the earliest exploits of the dream-weavers. Until this moment, I didn’t believe it really existed.

The standing stone towered into the air and was at least as twice as wide as I was. Light, in a thousand colours, sparkled across the surface, each one denoting a tiny crystal inclusion in the rock.

‘The Enchanter’s Stone is an energy stone, Lyr. It is not the only one, but it is the most impressive and most powerful.’ The Hag proceeded to instruct me in how to work with it.

I sat down facing the stone, legs crossed, knees touching the stone’s surface. And then I waited for the magic to happen…


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47 | Word count: 150 – So, we’re all caught up with the prompts – woohoo!  The next update will be towards the end of next week, once the next prompt has been released…

A Walk In The Woods (Lyr #46)

This is Part 46 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


‘Come. Walk with me Lyr. We should use this time wisely.’

I had fallen asleep by the water, the gentle sound of the river lapping the bank lulling me to sleep. I woke feeling restored.

We turned away from the channel, towards a forest of mighty trees that reached high into the air. There was no path to speak of, the ground being completely covered by fallen leaves in colours of rust and the darkest gold.

‘Why am I still here? Why did I not wake back in my world?’

‘You’ll return only when you’re ready,’ she answered cryptically. ‘Until then, you’ll remain here. For now, there is something I wish to show you. Something that might help you.’

We climbed a hill. When we reached the top, I was out of breath and not only because of the climb…The Hag had brought me to see the Enchanter’s Stone.


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46 | Word count: 149 – I’m so enjoying the direction this story has taken.  Many thanks to Crispina over at Crimson Prose for the wonderful photo prompts 🙂  One more part and I will have caught up.  Part 47 coming tomorrow…

Unforeseen Consequences (Lyr #45)

This is Part 45 of an on-going serial I’m writing called, “Lyr the Enchanter”. To read the story from the beginning, you can find the story index, here.


The magic warring above me rained down and mingled with the remnants of the larulia…with unforeseen consequences.

First I was forced to wake. My eyes shot open, but all I saw was painted in two colours: blue and yellow. I could make nothing and no-one out. The colours were indistinct shapes, moving about in haphazard fashion.

Then it felt as if I was pulled out of the waking world through my solar plexus. I was still awake, yet each sound, sight and sensation was as if in a dream.

The Hag was waiting for me on the other side of wherever this was. She smiled. ‘Even those closest to you are determined to make this quest of yours impossible, Lyr. Thankfully I was close by or they might have killed you.’

I looked around. This place was beautiful. Everything was so calm here.

‘Rest now, and wait,’ The Hag encouraged. ‘Rest now, and wait.’


Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45 | Word count: 154 – Again slightly over, but there was a lot to get in this instalment.  Must try harder next time…