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Dracogryph You’re not limited to creating a six-word story. If you want to make a longer work, feel free to. :D Be as creative as you want, and interpret the spirit of the prompt however you see fit.
Posted 03/01/16
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Ahh, I hope I did this right. First time entering, so I dunno Dx
Strangers
Long days, longer nights.
Posted 03/03/16
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My March entry, based on this geness. It’s Sao narrating. The day before I met you I was forewarned of a burning ball of flame. The day I met you I saw the origin of the ball of flame. The day after I met you I realized that my gift was not a curse.
Posted 03/03/16, edited 03/03/16
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Finally, I’m getting a prompt done at the beginning of the month! This time I did Juhani and his hat. I hope picking one single object and how my character interacts with that object satisfies this prompt. I tried to be short.
Posted 03/03/16
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For the first time this year, I’m not submitting my entry on the last day of the month :D Here‘s my entry. For a bit of extra info: this month’s prompt reminded me of the fandom/pairing-based 1sentence challenge on LiveJournal, which is basically what it says on the tin—to write something for a prompt based on a single sentence. I decided to take inspiration from there and write one sentence for my entry. Well… if I have to be accurate, I actually ended up writing an entire prompt set (plus one extra prompt) and so ended up with a lot more than one sentence, but I just picked one to enter.
Posted 03/03/16, edited 03/10/16
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March Prompt: Short and Sweet Based on an RP from a few years back. My character Malis was murdered while trying to protect Amirynth from an insidious character who betrayed the guild. He had been turned by the main villain who had given him a special blade that was powered by the souls of the people he killed. The guild spent the next few months hunting down the traitor and capturing him. She was then found mysteriously all alone, with most of her latter memories missing and an odd Dr. Jekyll / Ms. Hyde temperament. It turned out that her soul had been lodged into the blade that killed her and when the blade found a new owner after the villain’s defeat her soul had taken over the new body rather imperfectly. The original owner, a witch with a bloodlust for power (which had drawn her to the discarded blade) ended up becoming the new villain of the storyline until her final defeat a year later at the hands of Rynn, Zev, and a few others. So to sum up… Once thought dead, she returns! Or did she deceive them all?
Posted 03/06/16, edited 03/06/16
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March Prompt: Short and Sweet Entry! ((warning as this talks about death)) Time slid to a stop. She stood frozen. Eyes Wide. Watching the bright shock of blonde spilling into the wet, muddied dirt. The clouds above turned grey. Falling to her knees, her hands stretched out, placing over the darkening fabric. The dark crimson pooled between her fingers, running down the sides. The eyes, once a brillant blue, faded. White clouds her vision. The flakes settling in her hair, on her face. She sits back, removes her red hands. Turning her face up towards the sky, towards the clouds, towards the white snow, the white light. She lets the tears fall.
Posted 03/12/16
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[@Zodiac] OregonCoast
Posted 03/13/16
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March 2016: Short and Sweet Titled: The Carving On Hallow’s Eve Pain sparking fireworks behind his eyelids. Claws stained red with blood. His own. Tells the story of Harvest’s carving. Just a warning: For as few words as it is, there is some gory imagery used. Hopefully it’s acceptable, as it only encapsulates a single moment of his life. ((Edit: Removed link to story and added it to spoiler tag instead.))
Posted 03/13/16, edited 03/18/16
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I really love prompts and have needed a break from my current usual work..and it’s been a while since I wrote a haiku, so the timing couldn’t be more perfect! I forgot how much fun it is to write something simple and sweet. My entry is untitled, but it’s here: In silence I fall
Posted 03/13/16
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Dancing with Angels
Posted 03/13/16, edited 03/29/16
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Here is my entry! It’s a memory of Clive’s form before he became alive, that I will probably put in his profile or something later.
The sun was warm when she sat him in the field all sticky hands and bright grins. She picked the bright red berries hidden in the clover; small, tasteless wild strawberries that would do good with a spoonful of sugar. A pair of bumblebees, so fat it seemed a miracle their tiny wings could keep them aloft buzzed by.
Posted 03/15/16
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Here’s my entry!
It ties into this story I wrote and focuses on the moment after Fell goes under the water. (You can skip to the last line break for the scene if you want).
Posted 03/15/16
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Ah I actually did this in chat yesterday but I forgot to save it. Here it is though. Tentatively about Condor (though I haven’t written him a proper bio yet whoops >> ) Sleep little dove there’s a knocker at the door
Posted 03/16/16, edited 03/16/16
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My first ever entry! I feel like this helped me flesh out Nicco’s story a bit. This is from their point of view! The loneliness doesn’t become easier. All I remember from before is my family. My parents, my sister. I loved, and I was loved. Now I am alone, and forgotten. I roam the cave, looking for the kinship I once took for granted. I try not to dwell on failure. I try not to dwell on the past. I simply move forward, seeking out my family— and myself.
Posted 03/18/16, edited 03/18/16
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