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I recently wrote a short story to submit to an anthology where all of the submissions had to fit into the theme “bittersweet.” The guidelines concerning the theme were, “[y]ou can be literal, evocative, comical, or crazy.” Writing a story with only an abstract concept to get the creative juices flowing was an exciting challenge.
Your prompt for the next two weeks is: deafening silence.
Following the same guidelines I had (“[y]ou can be literal, evocative, comical, or crazy”), write a short story that fits into the theme “deafening silence.”
Also, please be sure to answer the following questions in the comments below:
1. What was the hardest part of using this prompt?
2. What was your favorite part of this writing challenge?
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Hello everyone and happy Valentine’s Day!
Here is your writing prompt for the next two weeks. When you finish, I’d love to know what happened in your story. Please share it, or at least its summary, in the comments section below. Be sure to give constructive feedback to other people who post.
“The marvelous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.” – Helen Keller
Peter gripped the flowers tightly and knocked on the door with his free hand. He saw movement through the semitransparent curtains and smiled. A heavyset, unshaven man in a stained tank top and sweatpants opened the door. Peter’s smile disappeared. “Who are you?”