Start With A Line #103
Writing Prompt:
Sometimes people fall out of the sky; so, there is no point trying to avoid pain.
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Start With A Line #103
Writing Prompt:
Sometimes people fall out of the sky; so, there is no point trying to avoid pain.
GCD of Doom #5
Goal/Conflict/Disaster of Doom. Each writer had 10 minutes to write a scene to the following prompt:
Goal: Protagonist must convince their offspring to follow a ‘set path’
Conflict: The offspring has their own plans and the protagonist is themselves conflicted about the right choice.
Disaster: ? Your choice…
GCD of Doom #5 by Mark Danger Ridley
“But father, I cannot,” Jeanni protested as pearls welled in the corner of her eyes. “You must do as I say,” Djannar insisted, lifting his daughter from the bed. “It's time for you to be a brave girl. Ypu have to get to the lawman.” The smell of smoke and the whisper of screams had seeped through the wooden panels of the shack into the young girls bedroom. “But father it is so late, you always told me to shy away from the FaireBrooke after evensdark.” Little Jaenni dug the sleep from here eyes. “I know, sweet child, I kno-” A loud crack from outside punctuated the air, the wooden shutters on the window clattered. For a heartbeat Djannar could see the fires running wild. Men were tumbling down the dean gove as the noise clarified itself as clear machination. Djannar picked up little Jaenni, hurriedly helped her into her travelwear and ushered the tiny soul to the coal cellar. “You must get to the lawman, and give him this note.” He pushed a folded scrape of hasty notes into the young girls front pocket. “Now go.” “But papa,” she protested, stamping her foot in protest. Her face an angry red and slick with tears. “No. No but papa.” Djannar shook his head. Another explosion rocked the air. He could hear screaming. Both bodies clambered out the coal chute of the house. Djannar lifted her into the dacia. He knew full well starting the car that the lawman was overrun. He just wanted to give her any chance to escape the reaving. She got two seconds down the road when the car exploded.