#completethestory

[acidmit]

The loop's journey is incomplete without you! 🔄📖

#CompleteTheStory #LoopedJourney

[annie-river-winchester]

Writing Promt #1

Rather than feeling like I was falling asleep, It was almost like I was waking up from a long and deep nap. As my surroundings darkened, my mind was getting gradually clear...

What happened to her? What is she gonna dream about? What is she gonna wake up to? You can continue and complete the scene however you want...💬

[movedto-movingpastana-blog]

Writing Prompt #1-Piccadillly

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to buy an elderly home, and milk the old geezers for profit. However, as we sat there, huddled around the dark pool of viscous darkness, more of the liquid began to drip. It was some, measured, a metronome of slime. Alfie was the first to notice, reaching his pale, bruised hand out to catch a drop. Removed from the dark atmosphere of the surrounding scenery, we quickly realized our mistake. Against Alfie’s hand it seemed a bright vermillion, a warning sign which screamed a danger we had yet to comprehend. A low growl rumbled from the trees then, primate an ominous, a stark contrast to the elation we had felt not moments before. The sound echoed, moving it seemed grim branch to branch in rapid approach. In unison we snapped ya rapt attention, our eyes desperately searching for a source. We saw it at the same time, a collective gasp escaping our lips. Above us was a man, or would men be more appropriate? Their heads lolled back, dead and vacant eyes locking with outs. Bruises covered their broken bodies, as bones and limbs jutted at abnormal angles. One lacked a face, it’s bloody jaw opened in a silent scream. That’s when we saw... It. It came from the pale evening, grinning with rabid insanity. It wore skin, stretched abnormally over its horrid and pig-like caricature of humanity. Limbs, which grew far too long for normality, folded like spiders legs against its skeletal, charred frame.

[rsbear81]

It was that fleeting hour of day when the moon and sun are high and bright at the same time. Like many things in my life, these summer nights wouldn’t last much longer. I sat quietly on a …

bench in the park, barely registering the evening joggers and dog walkers as they passed me by. As if one upheaval wasn’t enough, I had two to deal with. First I get laid off, and with job prospects being what they are I’d run through my savings and was facing selling my house. Now this family crisis was forcing me to move half way across the country to my childhood home.

Sitting and sulking was not going to change things, and my mood was just going to sour my memories of my favourite park. Collecting my worries and dreading the packing in my future I stood up and moved in to the path.

“Watch out!” shouted a low baritone right before I found myself on my back with a hot sweaty weight holding me down. Looking at my tackler, I felt the breath knocked out of my lungs and the blood rush to my cheeks and somewhere more mortifying. His eyes were a deep brown, complimenting his caramel skin. A mop of black hair and short well-trimmed beard framed his solid features perfectly.

“I’m sorry. Are you ok?” we say in unison. He chuckles and catches my gaze before saying, “It figures; I get knocked off my feet by Prince Charming the day before I have to go back to Ottawa.”

Stunned, I let him help me to my feet. I appreciate the view as I stand, letting my eyes linger on his solid furry legs, tight shorts, and barrel chest. Finding my voice I ask, “Seven o’clock event flight?”

His features show confusion before a slow grin of realization lights up his face. “Have you picked your seat yet?” he asks, still holding my hand.

[teachersilke]

Almost 2 years in lockdown is enough to drive anyone mad, really. We can’t really do much about it. We just have to ride it out until this virus gets tired of us. In the meantime, let us not stop creating. That’s all we can do. Create. Create new recipes. Create new music. Create artwork. Create poetry. Create stories. Breathe new life in this current scary and uncertain situation. It doesn’t always have to be beautiful. It doesn’t always have to be perfect. Stay sane. The Arts and Humanities hold the answer. These will nourish our soul while we wait this out. Breathe. Create. #taosalabas #taosaloob #shortstories #create #rickyleewritingworkshop #picadilly #completethestory #breathingspace https://www.instagram.com/p/CS7VNe_lij5P81vGrIT1i-ND3apDYt0WpN_vWs0/?utm_medium=tumblr

[miss-bibliophile]

Complete the Story #1

This will be a limited series. The prompts are taken from a book called “Complete the Story” that was bought from Barnes & Noble years ago. I had been working at the store when I bought this, but never got around to using it. Now that I have some time, I will share with you some mildly revised versions of what I write for each prompt. The prompt will be in bold followed by what I managed to fill the page.

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started [discussing] all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was to buy an expensive car to show off at school. Someone suggested to save it all. Half of the group groaned when Lucas said we should donate all or some of it. Arthur argued that if we split the money he should get the most because what we found was on his uncle’s land. We all began to argue about how much each person would receive. No one knew who started it, but Arthur was soon swinging his fists at Derek. Both of them ended up falling into the puddle of black liquid. Derek was able to jump out of [it immediately], but Arthur started coughing violently.

We could only guess he accidentally swallowed some of the liquid. Seeing Derek in pain - his skin [showing signs of a chemical burn] where he had come into contact with the liquid - I rushed him to the side of the house and began trying to wash it off with [water from the] garden hose. The two of us could hear Arthur retching up everything in his stomach.

Derek was cleaned. We could see now how much damage was done. Red and peeling skin. Grey pus pooled where the damage was the worst. I heard sirens approaching. Lucas came up to us to let us know he had called 911. Arthur was no longer vomiting. I wanted to see how he was doing, but Lucas stopped me from seeing him. Derek suddenly panicked and reached out for me. He cried out about not being able to see a thing.

“What the hell is going on, Chris?”

[therascalscats]

Good news in the Mailbox these days... A guy from the @feuerwehr_wettringen found pictures of my Vanagon on IG. Surprised that the van was still around, he send me pictures of when the van was still in service. Yes it’s mine, how crazy is that. Huge thanks to @mathias.kruempel for making this happen. Next step go and pictures at the Fire Station !!! #therascalscats #therascalgram #feuerwehr #wettringen #archivespictures #backinthedays #completethestory #feuerwehrwettringen #oldpictures #vanagon #vanlifestory @vanlife_unit @vanagonmafia #vanagonmafia #transporterfiretruck #t25feuerwehr #aircooledt25isthenewbarndoor #t3 https://www.instagram.com/p/B-thXqzoKWT/?igshid=nksqd2rkm9w1

[jmw87]

Bought these last night from #meijer on clearance (please ignore my tissue all over my table).... #meijerclearance #500writingprompts #completethestory #journals #journaling #writing https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ocNe2Fui9/?igshid=oy0b4kp219gb

[sharppov]

When does your heart get to make the decisions?

[completethestoryideas-blog]

The Doctor’s Daughter

The doctors had never seen anything like it. She was a perfectly healthy little girl who just happened to have two hearts. The only explanation they could offer was that she had originally been a twin, but something had gone wrong during the fertilization process. She had gained her twin’s heart, and that’s all she wrote. But Rose knew better.

This was nothing involving a genetic abnormality so much as a genetic difference. It was clear to everyone she knew that her love for the Doctor was unlike any other. However, none of them were aware of it’s physical existence. Compared to all of the other experiences they’d shared together, it seemed so short and minute despite it’s power and intensity. And now there was something to commemorate it, or, someone. 

How would she ever explain this to Rickey? This would be in her baby’s medical records and surely it wasn’t something that could be hidden otherwise. She would have to tell him. Her only saving grace was the hope that Rickey hadn’t started to believe that their love was mutual; that he still knew that Rose had agreed to marry him out of comfort when there was no sign of recovery after her and the Doctor’s permanent separation and no desire to relive the feeling of falling all over again, though the possibility of such an outcome becoming a recurring one was slim to none. A new start for her love life just wasn’t plausible at this point and Rickey knew her well enough to help her handle her demons, which is why they had agreed to a partnership to begin with. They still had their affectionate moments but while it was wholesome for him, it was always for her mind or her body, never her heart. Rickey had always known this in the past. She could only hope he would still know this now that there was a child to raise.

With a burst through the door, Rickey came rushing in. “I’m so sorry, I drove as fast as I could.” He stopped and gazed down at the newborn, not taking into account that she hadn’t inherited one ounce of darker pigmentation from him. He looked back up at Rose, a smile from ear to ear. “She’s here.”

“Rickey. We have to talk about......her,” she said nodding towards the baby.

“Why? Is something wrong? What’s wrong?”

“No! No.....nothing’s wrong. But.....you may want to sit down.”

[lifetopaper]

Some stories end badly, some end well, and others just keep going on... Complete the story🖊Where does it go from here? . . . #lifetopaper #completethestory #story #stories #writer #writers #tabitharosewriter #journal #creativewriting #writersofig #inkandpaper #finishthestory

[femmefiestasocial]

#creativesunday #completethestory #saeemihir #romance #literature #femmefiesta #metime We are back with Chapter 13 in our Saee-Mihir story. Read on to check for some steamy stuff, and some drama in the lives of our lead characters!! 😍😍 Let us know what you think about this.. And contribute your thoughts as to what do you think will happen next! You can chip in with ideas, dialogues, scenes and even entire chapters, if you want.. So, get your creative juices flowing and go crazy!! 😍😍💖💖 https://www.femmefiestaclub.com/chapter-13.html

[foreveraimlesslywriting]

Complete the story...

"At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. Our first choice was..."

[buddyhollyscurls]

A couple of weeks ago I bought a book called “Complete the Story,” it’s a collection of sentence starters and while this isn’t a “completed story” it sure is nice to have something to help me write #completethestory #writingprompts #writing #mywriting

[completethestoryy-blog]

At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. Our first choice was...

...to finally get the house of our dreams. A beat old bar with oil mines in our backyard just isn't a safe place to raise a family. We've been married for four years now and in that time we've remained strong despite the economical struggle. He's been able to provide a roof over my head and I warms meals every day. The second choice was to finally be stable enough to start a family. But, we wanted to travel and we don't want to waste time so as we travel we plan on attempting to conceive. You know killing two birds with one stone. So many ideas flowing through our minds and it just became more terrifies as we wrote more and more. Why if the reason we've been so strong as a couple was because the only things we found we had of value was each other? What if we got greedy and wanted more than what we could have? What if all this love gets lost and buried away with all this money ? what if we grow tired of each other think we need someone new? Just before another "what if" thought continued to drown me I was awakened a gentle kiss and a soft "Good morning sunshine."

[sharppov]

Getting my ramblings down on the page •