Sunday, June 5

Writing Prompt: The Chain Story: It's Situational

By Janice Hardy, @Janice_Hardy

This week’s prompt is a chain story! I’ll give you the first line, and someone else comments and builds off that line. Next commenter will build off that line, and so on.

In the event of two commenters posting at the same time and sending the story in different directions, just pick the line you like best, or try to incorporate both if you can.

In a situation like this, objectivity was the first thing to go.


Let the fun begin.




10 comments:

  1. But who cared about fact, I was hurt, hurt after stepping into a minefield of emotion brought on by her loss. Where did she go? Why did she go? Why was I standing here alone . . .

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  2. Yes, why am I standing here alone? She opened the door, flew away, but after stewing over my mistakes, I realized

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  3. it was all her fault. For so many years she made me feel guilty, but now I could see the truth. I could see that

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  5. she had been playing mind games the whole time. How could I have fallen for it so many times? Why was it so hard for me to just walk away from it all?

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  6. I knew the answer. She was the only human who would have me. Lawdy, lawdy, I hate bitter wine.

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  7. Coincidentally, I glanced over at the bottle of Amarone and decided to add the red wine to my pasta sauce. She said its bitterness would add complexities to our meals. Now I know what she really meant. Who knew a human would

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  8. add Eye of Newt to her pastrami salad? All I could think of was poor little newts in eye-patches. But now that she was gone, all I could think of was her. Who cared if my salad blinked at me. I would do anything to get her back. Anything. Except

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  9. going back to the place we first met. There were too many memories for me there that would hurl me towards a torrent of tears. Going back there would mean letting the truth come out and sometimes truth was overrated. Especially when it came to confessing that

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