We-Write! My Start and Your End!

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Another We-Write Another Chance To Win!

Brought to you by: @freedomtowrite

It's time for Version 2.0 of We-Writes where I start prompt and you take it whatever direction you want!


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Below you will find the story that I have written in 5 minutes. Then in the comment section or in your own post, it will be your turn to finish what I started!

If you choose to create a post, we have a graphic you can use if you would like to! Thanks @byn!

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Directions

This contest is pretty simple. If you choose to write your own post, all you need to do is copy and paste my portion of the story with your story! But how do you show which part is mine and which is yours?

That’s easy! All you need is the > at the beginning each paragraph of my story. For example:

>One day a long time ago, the Yeti was sitting with his fancy bride under a mighty oak tree when a sing-song bird come over delivering a message.

>“My dear sweet neighbors,” sang the sing-song bird. “I have come bearing urgent news from the distant mountains. The leader of the mountains is on his way now to conquer these lands and burn all the trees down to stubs!”

>“We cannot let this happen!” the Yeti said in his ruggedly handsome voice. He then pulled his sword out and charged up the mountain to defend the lower lands.

Now that will look like this!

One day a long time ago, the Yeti was sitting with his fancy bride under a mighty oak tree when a sing-song bird come over delivering a message.

“My dear sweet neighbors,” sang the sing-song bird. “I have come bearing urgent news from the distant mountains. The leader of the mountains is on his way now to conquer these lands and burn all the trees down to stubs!”

“We cannot let this happen!” the Yeti said his ruggedly handsome voice. He then pulled his sword out and charged up the mountain to defend the lower lands.


Is anything else different?


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Just like the previous We-Write, we will be using today’s prompt and this contest will be open for 7 days, and at the end of the 7 days we will have a drawing!

We will be rewarding 2 writers 2 shares of Steem Basic Income!

But that's not it!

@curie is also sponsoring!

Through this sponsorship 2 more winners will be rewarded 2 shares each of Steem Basic Income!


If you love the We-Writes that include a partner, never fear! The original We-Writes will be back next time!

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Prompt: smooth as silk


The Start of the Story

By: @freedomtowrite

Lydia touched the soft pedals that belonged to roses perched by her grandma's front door.

"Smooth as silk." Her grandma always said. "But be careful of the thorns, they prick."

It was true she realized, about more things than just roses.

Take this afternoon for instance. She had gone into work just like any other day. Her coffee still warm in her hand as she sat down at her desk.

But as she looked up to her computer, there stuck to the screen was a post-it note that read...


I had so much fun reading the ends last week, I can't wait to see what everyone comes up with!

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Lydia touched the soft pedals that belonged to roses perched by her grandma's front door.

"Smooth as silk." Her grandma always said. "But be careful of the thorns, they prick."

It was true she realized, about more things than just roses.

Take this afternoon for instance. She had gone into work just like any other day. Her coffee still warm in her hand as she sat down at her desk.

But as she looked up to her computer, there stuck to the screen was a post-it note that read...

Lydia’s eyebrows rose up her forehead as she held the note up to her eyes. She had barely finished it when suddenly the top of the building tore of with a dramatic RIPPPPPPP!!!!! There was wind, lightning, sunshine, hail, cloud, and rain that poured into the building like a giant fruit punch glass. Then everything was sucked out of the top as if in reverse. Then a crack like a whip echoed in Lydia’s ears. What was left of the building dissolved like dust in the wind. Bricks and plaster withered away into a hole in the sky. It was sucking the whole city in, then everything came back crashing to the Earth, matter itself flying in every direction. This hole in the sky was sucking in cloud and the sky as everything upturned around her. Then another crack and everything was being sucked in again, more this time. Everything thing around Lydia was gone. She stood on the core of the Earth, red hot. Then an avalanche of atoms came crashing down and she was alone on this pile of atom debris. Then once again the CRACK! And everything rose into the hole, even Lydia. She was coming closer to the weird hole. All she had was her coffee in one hand and the note in the other. It read:

Oh, Lydia! You’ve never told me where you live, so I had to come to you job and leave a note saying that you forgot your hallucination meds. Please stop by and pick them up.

Robert Kim M.D.

The Start of the Story
Lydia touched the soft petals that belonged to roses perched by her grandma's front door.
"Smooth as silk." Her grandma always said. "but be careful of the thorns, they prick."
It was true she realized, about more things than just roses.
Take this afternoon for instance. She had gone into work just like any other day. Her coffee still warm in her hand as she sat down at her desk.
But as she looked up to her computer, there stuck to the screen was a post-it note that read...


Remember that everything comes with a price

Shocked, and a little confused, Lydia had taken the note and crumpled it. She didn't remember writing that or sticking it to her computer, but it seemed to be her handwriting upon closer inspection.

She hears a knock on her door, opening it she see's her husband, Charles, well... now ex-husband.

"Hey, um... What are you doing here?" Lydia asks him nervously wringing her hands.

"It's your day to watch over Rosaline," he responds in a monotone voice, taking her small hand and leading her into the house.

"Oh, r-right," she replies with a stutter, she had forgotten again. Crouching down to Rosaline's level she asks, "Hey Rosie, how have you been?"

"Hi mom, I've been good I guess," she replies seemingly reluctant. "Do I have to stay with her for a week?" Rosaline asks, turning to her father.

Right, thorns do prick... Lydia thinks to herself, feeling a stab in the heart from the thorns of her young Rose.


I wasn't sure if I should have @ freedomtowrite since that would probably give them a lot of notifications so I didn't, if you'd rather me edit the comment to change this, just tell me :)

I wasn't expecting that @jewlzie. How sad! 😢

Aww, I was just trying to go for how life has thorns even from some of the greatest blessings.

I was just trying to go for how life has thorns even from some of the greatest blessings

So true. You did a great job conveying that @jewlzie. 😊

Thank you! :)

all good :) You did just fine.

Ahhhh my heart broke for her! That was a great symbol of the thorns analogy! Also, I don't mind the tags. But either way works!

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DO NOT DRINK YOUR COFFEE. IT HAS BEEN POISONED.

She was stunned for a moment, thinking whether to obey the note or just ignore it. She wasn't sure. She turned around to check whether was everyone else looking normal. Well yes, everyone was as usual doing their jobs at the computer.

Then suddenly, one colleague of hers, sitting two desks in front of her promptly stood up and rushed to the washroom. The washroom was not far so Lydia could hear some taint sound of vomiting.

Then before Ryan came out from the washroom, she saw Susie gushed to the toilet too, vomiting halfway while walking. She started panicking because something was extremely not right.

In an instance, it looked like almost all of them started to rush to the toilet. A few of them had no time and just vomitted out at the desk.

Those at the desks, right after vomiting, fainted right away with foam coming out of their mouths.

Then it strucked Lydia to make a phone call to ambulance while gathering guts to approach her colleague one by one, shaking them to make sure they didn't die.

She waited for what seemed like forever for the ambulance to arrive. Surprisingly, the police arrived first and started questioning her. Ironically, the office's cleaner suddenly appeared and was talking to one of the police officers while pointing towards Lydia.

What is the cleaner up to? Is she telling the police that I am the culprit? The one who poisoned all of my colleague? Of course not!

Having her quick thinking this time, she walked towards her desk for the post-it note.

Her world began to twirl and negative thoughts sank in when she noticed the note was not there at her computer.

Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOO. she was set up!! Bad bad cleaner!!

Please consider my entry, https://steemit.com/freewrite/@joe.nobel/lydia-on-the-glass-a-we-write-my-start-and-your-end-story for this freewrite competition, even though it's fraught with typos, grammatical errors, cliche plot line, and sloppy sentence structure.

I do so hope it's a winner.

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Joe
@joe.nobel
science fiction, fantasy, erotica

Well, if it has all of that it must be a winner!!! 🤪😂

heellooooo, I had fun doing this.

My entry here https://steemit.com/freewrite/@fleurinna/wewrite-prompt-smooth-as-silk

something.... more... adult... than what I usually wrote. I mean, I have always been writing innocent stories so.... but don't get your hopes up.

eh... what does this mean?

That was your number in the drawing. And your number won 2 shares in Steem Basic Income 😄 ❤️

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