You have six days to ruminate if you need them. Post one submission to the prompt in the comment section below. The deadline? Saturday, April 2nd @noon Atlantic Daylight Time.
- Encourage other Scribblers. Try to comment (reply) to at least three other submissions during the week.
- After the deadline, VOTE for your favorite submission by emailing: Sundayscribblechallenge@gmail.com. Place the lucky author’s name in the HEADER of your email.
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Voting polls OPEN immediately after the prompt deadline on April 2, and CLOSE one week later, on April 9. That means, the winner of THIS challenge won’t be announced until Sunday, April 10, when our THIRD challenge prompt is posted.
Sneaky?? Maybe. It’s definitely a good way to rope you back in the next challenge!
Looking forward to ALL your posts! Bring it on.
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Thanks for a great prompt! I love the initiative!
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We’re getting a lot of great responses. It’s so interesting to see everyone’s different takes on the prompt.
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Keep it up!! Can’t wait for the next one.
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She stumbled to the riverbed, breathless and panting, and scooped it to her mouth over and over again, swallowing the cool water in quick gulps. Her own eyes, startlingly sunken and hollowed, stared back at her from the surface of the murky depths as she paused for a breath. “He’ll pay for this,” she muttered.
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Wow! That’s great. I can’t help but wonder what happened to her?
A big congrats on being the very first participant in the the Sunday Scribble. Please check back for other entries throughout the week, and to cast your vote!
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I clawed at my eyes as the pain shot straight to their core, burning with an electricity that harbored fear of what I’d see when I stumbled my way over to a mirror. Banging my head into a cabinet—no doubt—I stood pulling shaking hands away, so I may know the creator of such agony. As I opened them to the frightening possibilities, all I saw was darkness.
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That was great. So dark! It definitely makes me want to know the REST of the story. Thanks for jumping in, and sharing the challenge on Facebook. It’ll be fun to see how many people play along!
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I’m glad you liked it! I don’t tend to dwell in darkness very often, but sometimes creativity comes when in the thick of it. I am really enjoying reading everyone’s posts! I am happy to share such a fun challenge with other writers.
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Mine has been sent! Thank you again for such a fun challenge!
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Her breath stopped for a second as she gazed at her reflection in the dusty mirror. The ancient antique dealer had smiled, then winked when she purchased the mirror earlier in the day. She didn’t care what he thought as she gazed at her now smooth glowing skin and grey-free hair and enjoyed her youth once more.
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I immediately thought, “Mirror, mirror, on the wall…”! Love this!
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Thank you 🙂
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Aha, her reflection changes for the better, what a nice twist! (As opposed to not only my own story and others, but also compared to harsh reality.)
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Thank you, Joy.
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That reads like an excerpt for a short story. You could go in a million directions with the plot. I wonder if the dealer thought she was vain, wanting to look at herself as she used to be. And, maybe she is, if she doesn’t care what anyone thinks??
I enjoyed this!
Welcome to the challenge, Jackie.
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Thank you! I love flash fiction. It’s a challenge but it does tend to make the writing stronger. This I think is going to be fun every week. 🙂 Thanks for having me!
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Congrats on the winning submission, Jackie!! You will be contacted shortly!!
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I won? I won!! Thank you so much everyone who voted for me. I also missed the second one! Arghhhh! I won’t miss this weeks though. 🙂 Thank you again!
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…yeah, I’m definitely going to want the full story that goes with this.
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I’ll see what I can do. 🙂
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Ah. Maybe a reflection of what she wanted to see?
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Maybe. I think it could be interrupted several ways.
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*interpreted
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Superb, now all I need is ‘more’
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Thank you!
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Done! Thanks 🙂
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Fun prompt, Jenny!
“Corrupted Call”
Marrak’s reflection showed a monster–more poisonous pustules than skin, ears melted beyond recognition, a rotten lumpy gash for a smile.
All hail Gral, god of corruption, remaking the world in his own image.
The part of Marrak that was still human recoiled at the townspeople’s screams; the rest of him giggled, burping up bubbles of plague, spitting out slime.
See the post here: https://talesofeneana.wordpress.com/2016/03/27/corrupted-call/
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Gross but awesome! Great job! I followed you on WordPress. I’d love for you to check out my blog (Ink & Stitches) as well: http://blog.Jhwinter.com. This challenge is going to be fun!
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Ooh, your blog is so cool! Glad to “meet” you!
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Glad to meet you as well, Joy! Looking forward to reading your posts and finding out more about Marrak (cool name!).
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You are an imaginative force, Joy!
I wasn’t expecting that last sentence. You said so much for such a short paragraph. This was an excellent take on the challenge.
Thanks for participating 🙂
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Thanks Jenny! Well, I did stretch out that last sentence a bit to get that all in. 😉 Gral is such a fun god to write about, although I wouldn’t want to meet him!
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My, this put a picture in my mind! But that’s a good thing. Great one. 🙂
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Thanks, Jackie! A gross, disgusting picture I hope. 😉
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Oh yeah. 😉
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If anyone’s curious, there’s an earlier flash fiction piece that explains a bit more about how Marrak got into this mess in the first place:
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Wow, what a monstrous image. Nicely done though!
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Thanks – I’ll take monstrous as a compliment in this context! 😉
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So much blood. And so hard to wash off. But I said somebody was gonna die tonight and I wasn’t wrong.
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Hey, look who came to the party 🙂 I like how simply worded your entry is, and how open-ended. Great job!
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Crisp, I like the crispness of this. A dagger would seem less sharp. Good luck.
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He stares gives his take on innocence, a well-practiced hey look at me grin, she smiles because she has to, doesn’t want to break the metered link. He leans in, as if to lick the screen, she recoils, can’t help it, almost smells his tainted breath. I watch, reflection distorted, mirrors his, no more, have to, need to, be a better man than this.
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That was deep, Eric.
“… she smiles because she has to, doesn’t want to break the metered link.”
Love that line! Thanks for stopping by the challenge.
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Thank you Jenny, I wouldn’t want to be predictable. The line you loved was a last minute change as I only realised when I’d finished what it was I was writing about! I guess I write so much from the heart for hearts that I like to go completely the other way when I get the chance, darker, playing on the mind…might be the way to go for me, I find it easier than my WIP! Your challenge is proving popular, I like the idea of keeping it all on your blog makes it easier keeping track of who is doing what.
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Waking up alone in a strange house was disorienting enough for her.
Then she stumbled into the bathroom and moved in closer to the mirror and pressed her finger against the empty piercing hole in her nipple.
To herself, she asked, ‘Where has that gone?’
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Your fiction is always so gritty. It’s interesting to see how you can relay that tone even in a short, three sentence entry. Thanks for participating! I enjoyed reading your take on the challenge.
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Oh my! Now I want to read more.
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Haha, now you got me thinking about it…
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Sorry… but it is good to think😜
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The jagged shards of reflective chrome shown only parts of her face in angular asymmetric daggers. It might explain the torrent of pain coursing through her as well as the plethora of emotions tormenting and calling her out. Ultimately, Sydney took charge and surged ahead of the others and told her, “Get your shit together now!”
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This reads like a snapshot of a much bigger story. A great way into hooking your reader into wanting more. I’d say you did a terrific job with the challenge! Thanks for participating.
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Thank you for kick starting this.
Darin
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Wow! One day when I’m a grown up I want to write like this!
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Ahdad… Thanks for the kind feedback
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JA, I blame you for need to incorporate or write a story with this character and scene now…not sure whether to curse you or say thank you, haha!
She’d felt the searing sensation rippling over her skin and winced at the unexpected heat engulfing her face, but she had not been prepared for what her reflection in the pool’s shallow depths would show; her usually clear and oddly moon-white face was covered in elaborately woven together tattoos the color of coal. She reached her fingers tentatively to touch the altered flesh, horrified at this astonishing change in her once familiar features, and yet unable to keep from admiring the delicate and deliberate lines, shapes, and symbols that completed the somehow exquisite design now painting her face.
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Coal coloured tattoos cover her face, my first thought was how scared she must be. My second thought was… it will hide wrinkles and time. Now where,who, why?
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All things I eagerly await to find out! Thank you for commenting 🙂
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This story could go anywhere! Did she allow herself to be tattooed or was she attacked? Please let me know when you finish it. I NEED to read it.
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She stared back at her reflection on the hull of the runabout. The doctors had told her there would be some changes to her physical appearance. But not this …
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Curious and curiouser. It’s interesting how all of these entries read like little previews of a much bigger story. This little snippet has left me with a slew of questions! I’d love to read the rest, haha. Great job.
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All done !
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I think trouble is afoot sneekety jiggerg pokery…
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I pass my hand across the foggy shower door; my reflection winks back. I look closer it’s still there I didn’t manage to scrub it away. Red and scraped raw my tender breast if it could speak it would be sobbing. I sat with a thud, my eyes blink, the lump sat proud where it didn’t belong.
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Oh, that’s heart-breaking. The implications speak for themselves. Interesting take on the challenge for sure.
“Red and scraped raw my tender breast if it could speak it would be sobbing.”
–oh, my heart.
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Thank you 😇
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This is such a touching piece of writing! Well done.
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Thank you for reading.
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Speaks volumes in only three sentences. Well done!
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Thank you for reading.
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Done, good luck everyone.
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Instead of her face and figure being reflected back, she saw a pink sofa. Made of leather and lace, it stood immobile. Soon after glimpsing her inhuman form, she lost her sight and movement.
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A couch? At first I wondered whether you were going off in a completely different direction with the challenge than I would have expected. Then I realized she’d been turned into the couch! Definitely unpredictable. At least she seems to be a pretty couch.
This was a great twist on the challenge. I hope to see you back next week!
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Thanks! You’ve got good challenges going on here. A fun way to stretch our imagination.
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I couldn’t help but think of Professor Slughorn’s transformation into a couch to hide in Harry Potter 6. Loved your post for this challenge!
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Spells and witchery! I can see she’d be shocked! I’ll think twice before I sit in future. A great imaginative interpretation.
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In the light of the full moon he saw his own reflection and felt his muscles tighten. The exciting tingle beneath his skin was familiar, so was the agonizing breaking of bones, the excruciating pain of tearing flesh as he transformed. He looked into her frightened blue eyes, his hairy frame pinning her small body on the bed and howled before he ripped her neck to pieces.
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Awesome!
I really enjoyed this BECAUSE you never really bring your reader into your character’s head. I mean, the woman (or girl) is “frightened,” and it’s easy to see why, but the only reaction we pick up from the attacker is the pain of the transformation. You don’t relay what the werewolf (if it IS a werewolf) is thinking or feeling, leaving your story wide open for interpretation. Great take on the challenge! Thanks for participating.
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wow wow wow! I love the feedback!
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Eek! What a great way to paint the picture for us of his transformation and her fears just before her death. I sure wouldn’t want to be on the other end of those teeth!
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Thank you…
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Done and dusted…
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This is interesting, J.A. 🙂 — Suzanne
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