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Blogger Prompt Chain

0000HelloDragonlings!

Rachel Poli tagged me in the Blogger Prompt Chain A.J. Alexander created. The idea is to create a “chain” of stories written by writers and bloggers all over.

I think this is a wonderful idea and I was more than happen to be invited to participate.

Rules

1. Pick one of the five given writing prompts (picked from here).
2. Set up the Blogger Prompt Chain banner and publish your story under the banner.
3. After your story, continue the chain by forwarding an invitation to five bloggers or writers. (In case a writer doesn’t have a blog, guest posts can be offered)
4. Don’t forget to link the writers to your blog and back to the one who invited you.
5. Publish the five writing prompts and rules!

Prompts

A) The End of The Bucket List
Write a story about a character who finds out that he or she is dying and has been knocking things off his/her bucket list and has finally reached the last item.

B) Get Out of the Car With Your Hands Up
You’re driving to your favorite city when you’re stopped by a police officer. Sure, you were going a few miles over the speed limit, so you’re not overly surprised. But you are surprised when the police officer gets to your car and screams, “Get out of your car with your hands up!” This leads to an unexpected night for you. Write this scene.

C) Hiring a New Villain
Your old villain quit over creative differences, so you’ve put yourself in charge of hiring a new villain for your novel. What questions do you ask? What does the new villain’s resume say? Write this scene as if it were a job interview.

D) At The End of The Rainbow
You and a friend have decided to try and follow a rainbow to see if the end holds a pot of gold. But when you finally reach the end, you find something much more valuable than a pot of gold—and it changes your life. Write this scene.

E) The Letter All Writers Should Write
Write a letter to a person who supported your writing career, whether that be a friend, a family member, a teacher (even one that supported you at a very young age before you knew that it would blossom into a writing career), an author you’ve never met but have been inspired by his or her writing. Do you thank them? Do you blame them? Take the letter in any direction you want.

The End of the Bucket List

Looking out over the hills before him, William smiled. It was a weary smile, and dark rings encircled his eyes. He took a deep, shuddering breath, and held it as tears filled his eyes at the magnificance before him.

“Sir?” The guide – William felt a pang of guilt that he couldn’t remember the man’s name – touched his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

William nodded. “You have probably seen it a million times, so it doesn’t have the same beauty to you as it does me, but this-” He gestured to the landscape before him. “This is majestic. It’s beyond words, in fact.”

He glanced back at the guide, so young and full of life, probably barely into his thirties, if he was that old. The young man smiled, and it was bittersweet. “Yes, sir. It is.”

William waved him off. “None of that ‘sir’ stuff. There’s no way I’m much older than you. Yeah, I look it, but that’s just this confounded disease that’s killing me.”

A sympathetic expression crossed the guide’s face. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“Not your fault.” He heaved a sigh, taking in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air before releasing it. “I’ve lived my life the way I’ve wanted. I’ve known I was dying for a long time.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” William said. He reached deep into his breast pocket and withdrew a folded piece of paper that had been crumpled a time or two. There were stains across it: coffee, water, blood, and who knew what else. He’d had some good times with this list, and there were only five items on it. It was short, but then again, he hadn’t required much in his life to make him happy. There was a short stub of a pencil in his pocket as well, which he withdrew and used to mark out the last item on his list.

“Sir – I apologize, I can’t remember your name. Does that make me a bad guide?” The young man smiled apologetically.

“The worst,” William teased, but he was smiling as well. “If it makes you feel better, I can’t remember yours either.”

The youth stuck out his hand. “Jack,” he said, and the other clasped it in his own.

“William.”

“William, why did you put climbing Grandfather Mountain on your list?” he asked. “Why not something like Mount Kilimenjaro or Mount Everest or something like that?”

William smiled and looked at Jack, forcing himself to repeat the name over and over in his mind so he wouldn’t forget it. “Because there’s history in these mountains. My ancestors believed they could turn into large wolves called werelings and had a duty to hunt and kill werewolves, those cursed by the great Aesop himself.”

“Aesop? As in… Aesop’s Fables?” Jack could not help but laugh.

A chuckle rumbled out of William’s chest. “The same,” he said. “But there’s truth to every legend you see. It’s said that they gain a new marking for every werewolf they kill.” He turned and held out his hand to Jack. “Thank you for seeing me to the top of this mountain, Jack.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Jack replied and took William’s proffered hand.

“You can leave whenever you want,” William assured him. “I’m going to stay a while. Won’t be long now.” Even then, he could feel the weight of the disease ravaging through him. He’d known he was dying for a long time. It was inevetible. He just had one last thing to do.

A frown crossed Jack’s face. “Are you sure? Will you be able to make it down by yourself?”

“Yes.” William said no more. Instead, he stared out over the landscape, taking in the brilliance of the world around him.

“Well,” Jack said slowly, “If you’re sure.”

William nodded, but did not answer. The guide turned and started back down the way he’d come, a puzzled expression on his face. He kept glancing back over his shoulder, but William didn’t move. He just stood, looking out over the hills, his expression far away. Once the sick man was completely out of sight though, Jack felt a wave of remorse on the man’s behalf wash through him.

A mournful howl filled the air. Jack froze before he turned around and sprinted back the way he’d come. The howl had come from the place he’d left William. When he got to the spot though, there was nothing left of the man. In his place was a huge four-legged animal, close to the size of a Volkswagon Beetle. It was a wolf, and there were several markings swirling over his body to match the red-orange sunset before where he sat.

He glanced back over his shoulder at Jack’s approach, but did not move from his seated position. Jack approached the wolf carefully, afraid that it might attack him, but it paid little heed to him. When he was close, Jack sat down beside the wolf and watched the sunset with it. What had William called it? A wereling?

“It’s beautiful,” he said to no one in particular, but the wereling simply nodded his head. Together, the two strange companions sat together until the sun had completely set over the mountains.

My Invitations

  1. Cassidy Frazee
  2. Callum McLaughlin
  3. P.T. Wyant
  4. Gillian St. Kevern
  5. Susan Leigh Noble

If you’ve been tagged, you don’t have to do this tag. It’s not a requirement, I promise. Still, you have to admit, it would be fun if you did.

Thank you, Rachel, for including me and A.J. for creating this fun chain!

0000ThanksDragonlings!

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