Just came across a very interesting creative writing initiative by Auset. She gives a prompt for each day, and you have 10 minutes to write about it. And write anything 🙂
So, Writing Prompt #1: Opening Line
Her mother always said she would make a good wife.
My take – as always, a 55-er, as that is the easiest way out 😉
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‘Her mother always said she would make a good wife. She was pretty, docile and had no bad habits. Atleast, no boys! Years passed. Prince Charming hadn’t arrived. Finally. ‘Mum, I’m getting married. I love Sam’ ’Sam who?’ Mum asked excitedly. ‘Samantha’ ‘What? You can’t!!’ ‘But Mum, you always said I’d make a good wife!!!’’
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You have to write a set of three 55F.
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The two stories should climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F.
The story could be of any genre i.e, love, crime, mystery or thriller etc.
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He lay sprawled in usual drunken stupor. She stared unseeingly at the tea boiling in the pan. Fifteen years of abuse flashed before her. Last night however, he had stooped too low.
‘Bloody pimp’, she swore, but smiled harshly.
She did not need him anymore! A cup of tea (and some poison, perhaps) would suffice.
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Sunlight momentarily blinded her. She picked up her torn dupatta, wound it tightly around her bruised shoulders, and entered Amma’s kitchen.
Their eyes met. Cold, vacant, almost chilling.
The young girl lowered her gaze. Ashamed.
‘Go now. Wash yourself. Come fresh and clean, for tea’
‘Clean? I’ll never be clean again…’ hot tears rolled, unrestrained.
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Laila scrubbed herself until her skin burned.
‘Beauty!’, father’s ‘friend’ had grunted as he ravaged her last night.
Amma had been livid. Until, she had seen the money.
‘Drink!!!’
Trembling, Laila brought the scalding tea to her lips.
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The first call was at 4:00 am. Within an hour, every reporter worth his salt had arrived.
The chief doctor emerged, nervous.
‘Sir, this is BREAKING NEWS?’ ‘Matter of national importance…..’ ‘….Our right to information’
‘Do you realise We are THE MEDIA!’
The mob threatened dangerously.
‘Okay!’ the doctor relented.
‘Its a boy. bABy Bacchhan’
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P.S. The above topic was: Comic/Power of media (I have tried to combine the two, and write a comic 55-er on power of media :-))