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 is a flash fiction that starts with: “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”
You can leave your responses in the comments below and/or link to a piece from your blog.
Happy writing!
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the color of her blood was the least of my worries….
i wanted to know what made her wanna breathe
the origins of her stories
what kind of thoughts she entertained underneath
without the desire to take in the little particles of ohhh times two
she would always look blue
i just wish she knew that these thoughts where not new
im not she sure would believe my words as true
her sadness ran so deep her lips turned purple
and her mind in circles
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Wow. This is fantastic!
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I agree. Very deep.
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I appreciate the feedback ❤❤
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👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾 times a million!
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This has an underlying depth to it that I find profound. The empathy and doubt expressed in stanza two, the imagery of stanza three that speaks to the power of sadness to affect not only mental health but physical health as well. And then returning to the first stanza, is this one person looking at another out of sympathy or out of need, for advice? I think this is really very good, and I also think that this two has many layers of story I would love to see. — Stephen
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very rough draft…too quick….lol it was fun. It’s how I feel now lol. She is me. I used that prompt to compare wanting to be happy with our natural need to breathe.
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Even still, it was excellent 👏🏾👏🏾
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The color of her blood was the least of my worries ..I was more concerned with how it was seeping into the leather of my new shoes. I’d saved for ages to buy these brogues and if I turned up to the job interview with less than perfect footwear it might work against me.
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Interesting….I like it 😁
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Possibly slightly bizarre – I couldn’t go any further because I couldn’t think what job they’d be going for!
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An interesting twist on this prompt, hmmmm…. like the start of a thriller. — Stephen
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Straight up sociopathic, kind of messy and clean at the same time.
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Love a writing prompt!
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The color of her blood was the least of my worries…
It was more the fact the rest of her was colorless. Every love of her life drained her. David took the blue from her eyes. Sean grabbed her green and let it flourish in someone else. Randall stole the blushing red from her tender heart, never even caring what he took without permission. Her golden glow of happiness washed away in the sea of I am unloveable. What I saw left was a ghostly, transparent shell of a woman I wanted to color back to life.
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👀 I want to read more of this 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
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Thanks! May need to work on that.
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Holy cow. You really made the metaphor count.
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Thank you for that.
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And so we see the emotional underbelly of your sensual poetry, as always, wonderful writing. And I agree with D, more please… this feels like the start of a story you could tell through a series of poems or if you wanted to tackle short stories. Nonetheless, it is always a pleasure, Beth, to read your writing — Stephen
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Thank you Stephen. I like your idea or a series of poems, and I do have thoughts of writing short stories. Maybe I need to expand my horizons!
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Expand!!! Know you have a willing reader who would be eager to read all your attempts, good and bad, in a new adventure of writing!!!
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You’re sweet. Thank you Steve.
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Beth – as if I didn’t know, this shows your wonderful touch for prose – more please – Eric.
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I like that you believe in that of me
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The color of her blood was the least of my worries,
The color our blood made, a delta of throbbing flow
Two rivers carving up the earth relentless in pursuit
Of an ocean in need of salt. The rush of this pair
This need, worried me. Why can the single stream
Not carve land with adequate expression of faith?
When he drifted up to view the landscape written
In his tumble down to the sea, he saw half letters
Made complete in the delta of their blood a quill
That wrote new tales of life in fallow fields.
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Come to the Go Dog Go Cafe this week and share your thoughts on “The color of her blood was the least of my worries…”
Thanks Devereaux!
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True to the story, fiction is a skill I find elusive. I am often tempted to think I don’t have that particular “talent” or the required “creativity” but regardless, trying something new and outside our comfort zone is the only way we can begin to know our limits. Thank you for hosting these challenges and supporting writers ❤️
https://www.djranch.org/2018/05/30/my-magnificent-murder-experience-death-to-pride/
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I hope, I am not too late with my submission.
Story title- Blood-stained’
Word count- 222
https://solitarysoulwithachaoticmind.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/blood-stained/
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