Welcome to Stonehenge Story Starts, a weekly writing prompt and story sharing opportunity.  Each Sunday, we post a writing prompt: an opening line, a concept, a plot hook, maybe an image.  The following Saturday, we’ll post again with the writing the prompt inspired.

This week’s prompt is: Two strangers are trapped together in a stuck elevator.  Try to write in a specific genre, such as science fiction or horror.

Our writers will be writing for the prompts, but anyone is welcome to participate!  Just come by on Sunday to see the week’s prompt, write during the week, and send any writing you’d like to share to StonehengeCircleWriters@gmail.com by the following Friday at 8 pm.  On Saturday we’ll post participants’ writing (with credit to the author, of course).

Write as much or as little as you choose: a paragraph, a flash fiction piece (less than 1,000 words) or a short story.  (Note, for long writing, we may choose to post only a selection.)  You are encouraged to be as creative as possible with the writing prompts.  Try to do something unexpected, or explore a particular genre like science fiction or historical fiction.  Take the prompt literally, or decide it’s a metaphor.  Your only limit is your own imagination.

Happy writing!

 

If you like to plan ahead, next week’s prompt will be: “There were 48,000 gods in their mythology and not one…” (Prompt courtesy of eadeverell.com)

We hope you’ve had a good week of writing!  It’s time to see what our writers came up with for this week’s prompt.

The prompt this week was: In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, write about finding the end of the rainbow.

Three of our writers came up with three very different stories based on this prompt.

Here’s the flash fiction piece written by Karen Blakely:

Kaylie had always believed in magic. In the existence of fairies. She kept herself mentally prepared, sure that someday, sometime, she would be swept up in an amazing adventure. Flying with dragons, perhaps. Or saving a cursed Prince.

That’s why, when she saw the rainbow where it arched down overhead, she followed it. Even though her mother always told her that rainbows don’t have an end. But that was just because her mother didn’t believe in magic. Kaylie did.

So she darted across the street, even though her mother would have a fit if she knew, and headed into the tangled field. The one that was for sale and had no trespassing signs posted every few feet. It took more effort than she expected to shove her way through the thickets and brambles. Her legs and hands were soon scratched and bleeding, but she was determined to continue. Despite the fact that her socks were torn and each scratch had begun to itch and burn. She knew what lay at the end of the rainbow and nothing was going to stop her!

And there, at the very back of the field, falling softly down into a patch of wild ivy, she saw where the rainbow ended.

Her mother had been wrong.

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