So, for the past 6 weeks, I have been participating in a story continuation prompt series held by Wandering Soul and I really wanted to compile all of them in one post.

Here’s Part I

So, after every 6 weeks, I’ll compile my replies and put up a post. I’ll also include the links so you can read the other amazing stories in the comments.

Prompt 1 : Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jack,
He had a soul that could be described as pitch black,
Over years, his soul ate at him,
Until one day there was no going back!

Prompt 2 : Heart-broken, helpless and depressed, she sobbed inconsolably.

Heart-broken, helpless and depressed, she sobbed inconsolably as blood pooled around her lifeless 4 year old.
Her husband dropped the gun from frozen fingers.
He Missed.

Prompt 3 : After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.

After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife. The line he drew to settle the boundary dispute still lingering in his mind, he compared it with his house plan, half on one side and half on the other. When his wife came out from the side opposite to the one he was standing on, he knew her decision was final.
His home, cleaved into two by his own hands.

Prompt 4 : As the sun set over the horizon, a deathly stillness descended with it.

As the sun set over the horizon, a deathly stillness descended with it. Hunched over the table, her heart ached as her friend spoke up, “I won’t let you steal his heart away from me”
Looking at their reflection in the pool of liquid love on the floor, she breathed the words
“Is that why you pierced mine?”

Prompt 5 : The picture on the wall was crooked; a lot like the person in it.

The picture on the wall was crooked; a lot like the person in it. The old lady scrambled to set it right, looking at her son’s boyish grin as he stood next to the nuclear reactor he’d designed. “Come home soon, my son”, she whispered to the photo.
Unbeknownst to the deaf mother, the news droned on in the background.
“A massive explosion took place due to the failure of the cooling system. There were no survivors”
Her son in heaven sighed, the same news had been playing for seven years now.

Prompt 6 : The old man stared at the droopy white lilies.

The old man stared at the droopy white lilies and then back at his granddaughter with tears in his eyes.
“You just looked sad so I thought these would cheer you up”, the 5 year old explained seriously.
Forty years ago, a girl in a white dress had said the same as he sat on a park bench one afternoon.
As the little girl went back out to play, he chuckled to himself as he stuck the flowers in a vase beside a photo of his late wife.
Some genes skip a generation, they say.

 

That’s all for these 6 weeks! Happy reading!

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