Happy Saturday!  We’re glad to be back with more stories from our writers, in response to this week’s prompt:

“There were 48,000 gods in their mythology and not one…”  (Prompt courtesy of eadeverell.com)

Our three writers who contributed this week all went in very different directions…enjoy!

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Karen Blakely:

It was my first on-planet assignment. I should have been nervous, but I had too much to prove. I’d been begging to utilize my astro-anthropology degree for nearly a year. I was tired of listening to interminable lectures on the importance of the Primary Dictate, named supposedly after some popular twentieth century entertainment. I’d managed not to fill my brain with such foolishness; as if anything from the twentieth century could have any relevance to our work today.

I was ready, more than ready, to do this!

It was a tight fit for the three of us and our gear in the shuttle. This was apparently an agrarian society, with limited technological advancement. We were dressed in replicas of the garments that had been observed. For the most part, the inhabitants spent their time outside in the fields or caring for livestock. But every morning and every evening they filed into a large building at the edge of town and spent a full standard unit inside. That was one of the first things we wanted to determine. Were these meetings political, educational or religious in nature?

I was expected to stick close to Sgt Green on this trip, but I intended to provide a reason as soon as possible to take off on my own. Sgt Green was old, at least fifty, and a stickler for protocol. She should be sitting shipside and leave exploring to those of us who were more flexible, physically and mentally. She was the one who had kept me waiting for this opportunity. She kept saying I was too eager. Too volatile, too hasty. Like my quick wits were some kind of deterrent.

She was so rigidly rulebound, I was surprised she was able to get anything done.

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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: Two strangers are trapped in a stuck elevator.  Try to write in a specific genre.

Three of our writers came up with stories this week, mostly slanting towards the urban fantasy/horror direction…

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Kelly Haworth:

I checked my watch. Yeah, it had been thirty minutes now, and I was still stuck in a damn elevator. My involuntary companion, a man with long dark hair and a black coat, leaned against the wall across from me staring at his phone.  After pressing the elevator’s help button and calling the front desk of this New York skyscraper, he hadn’t said a word and just stood there.

It really annoyed me.

I tried, yet again, to engage in conversation with him. “You’d think they’d have told us on the intercom that they’re sending help, or something.”

“There’s a sound system in here for music but I doubt anyone can speak through it,” He said, not even look up from his phone.

I straightened my tie, and crossed my arms. “how much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”

“That’s the third time you’ve said that.”

He didn’t sound angry, but there was a twinge to his voice that made me not want to test his impatience. He probably had somewhere to be too. All I knew was that I sure as hell wasn’t going to get this job, not if I couldn’t make it to the interview.

And in today’s market, like I could use being stuck in an elevator as an excuse.

“You’d think they’d give us an update.”

The man looked up, and his dark eyes threatened to burn a hole through me. There was something unsettling about him, alright.  Though I couldn’t put my finger on it.

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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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