Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- March 27, 2018

Writing Prompt Tuesday

Christine is known for her writing prompt challenges on her blog Brave and Reckless.  She is now hosting a Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at the Go Dog Go Cafe.  The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15 minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Christine is always looking for cool, quick writing prompts.  If you have a great idea for a future Tuesday prompt challenge, send it to her at christine.e.ray@gmail.com

Today’s prompt: Take a pleasant memory and write it as if it were a horror story without altering any of the details. It can be submitted as poetry or prose.


Shifting Sands:

high noon sun

baked sand

under their feet

cousins 4 and 8

bright plastic buckets in hand

aching call of the gulls

stranger at the pipe

where water flows clear

salt free

down to ocean’s taboo edge

they are not allowed to go down there alone

dangerous they are told

but adults distracted yards away

by their dime store novels

cryptic conversations

that bore them to tears

parallel digging with strange girl in the deep sand

few words exchanged

something about her eyes


building ephemeral castles

before knocking them down


and again

tired of this ritual

her 8 years old eyes slide toward shore line

incoming tide hypnotizing

tugging at her navel

so tempting to drop her shovel

walk out where it isn’t allowed

stick her foot into the ice cold

Atlantic water

and just keep walking

no looking back


calling her home


26 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge- March 27, 2018

  1. He came on Tuesday to help
    with the fencing.
    sparkling eyes glowed when he
    laughed from his belly.
    His hands were rough from baling hay,
    my fingers bled stringing tobacco.
    Fall came in tan and gold
    like skin and teeth.
    That night smoke hung heavy.
    They found him swaying like
    a November leaf.
    those calluses on his hands,
    they don’t hurt anymore.

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  2. Thanks for this challenge, not sure if I got the idea or not but I enjoyed having a go:

    In Sickness and Health

    Summons sent. A celebration; save the date.
    Black tie; gentlemen suited and booted.
    Pristine dress, carefully selected.
    Lily’s picked and plucked, made up in favourite arrangement.
    Piano music elected; church choir retained.
    Promises written, rewrote, remembered.
    Church bell chimes, proclaiming your entrance.
    Eulogy given, the day not originally intended.

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  3. The apple, cinnamon and bit of tobacco.
    Breath in deeply. Breath in yearningly.
    A childish smile on rosy-pale lips.
    A scent of her father, clinging to his shirt.
    A secret. Little mischievous secret,
    From silly, old superstitious woman.

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