We’ll be home soon

Mondays Finish the Story

Monday’s finish the story

Finish the story begins with: “They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.”


We’ll be home soon

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.

If they didn’t react soon, they would disappear and they would never be able to catch up again. It had already been too long since they had left camp in search for meat and fur. The women and children were counting on them. The elders would surely expel them. They would be forced to spend the remainder of their days on the outskirts as failures. The village had to survive. Their people had made it through the previous year’s extreme blizzards and numbing cold. He would not let them succumb now because they couldn’t kill one buffalo.

He picked up his spear and woke the men. It was time to go home.

The day out


100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups



The day out


“What’s on that island?”

He turned his head to peer over his shoulder. “We shouldn’t go there,” he answered, quickly.

She crossed her arms. The dog barked at a seagull that swooped down near to them. They were all quiet after, with only the still lapping of water against the deck. He turned his body. His eyes darted between the almost golden glow of the island and his young daughter. He sighed and pushed himself up from the railing.


“I met your mother on that island.”

She held her breath when she got excited.

“And that’s where she died…”

Before the king

April 7 2015 Writing Prompt 100 Words

Velvet Verbosity‘s 100 word challenge

Prompt: Indulge


Before the king

I had closed my eyes, waiting for teeth to rip through my flesh and indulge in my blood.

I opened my eyes (against my better judgement) when all I felt was hot breath against my cheek.

He stood in a statuesque state once more. Only his eyes moved. They darted back and forth, up and down. Was he trying to sense danger in me? How would I communicate that I wasn’t a threat? I was merely trying to observe his people?

Moving my arms were useless, but as best I could, I lifted my hands and held them up in surrender.


Follows this post: King of Obsidian

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100 WCGU challenge

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #174


Prompt for this week is: …all seven were just arguing amongst themselves…

100 word challenge for grown ups


In the kingdom beneath the water, was the palace of the Sea King. The coral and pearl glinted and gleamed with the little light that penetrated deeply enough.

The king sat at the long table watching over his seven sons, and one and only daughter. All seven were just arguing amongst themselves, trying to prove which one was best.

“I’m the best!” the oldest shouted. “I am better because you all have yet to learn what I already know.”

The weary king turned to his daughter and said, “I will give you the kingdom because you are the quietest.”


Inspired by the Scandinavian story Agneta and the Sea king.




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The hunt

Five Sentence Fiction – Hunt

Lillie McFerrin Writes


The Hunt

Five days they had tracked the great bear.

On the sixth day, as dawn broke over the forest, the hunters descended upon the sleeping creature.

Omari held up his spear and steadied his breathing before thrusting it forward.

The great bear went down, roaring, as more spears were thrown, overwhelming the creature.

Behind the fur hulk, Omari found two little eyes of a cub staring up at him.

The running girl part 2

Velvet Verbosity 100 word challenge – Shelf 100 Words Writing Prompt #419


The running girl Behind the shelves, Jess found a place where she could squeeze her body into. Her breathing was laboured. She tried to control it. It had started to rain outside. A cold wind came in through the window behind her. It swept through her, curling and winding and slithering around her exposed skin until she shivered. The man came in. She knew it was him. Jess, as silently as she could, tried to move deeper between the crevices of the shelves and wall. Lightning struck, and made her jump. The shelf shook. Its precious cargo tumbled to the floor, alerting him.


Part 1 of the running girl – The Running girl

Monday’s finish the story

Mondays Finish the StoryMondays Finish the Story

Finish the story begins with:Pizza anyone?”


© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“Pizza anyone?” Mary-Sue’s voice rang.

When there came no answer, she turned to scan over the tired, defeated faces of her team. The match had been tough on everyone, including the coach. She closed her eyes, thinking of how her girl’s had been set up to play against the most mature ten-year-olds she had ever seen. Frankly, she was afraid for them.

It was a bloodbath. No amount of happy sunshine or sips of her ‘special’ coach-juice, could rectify the day. They lost five to nothing.

A little hand reached up and tugged on her shirt. Natalie had a large bruise where the soccer ball collided with her forehead. She went down hard.

“I’ll have a slice, mama,” she said, softly. Mary-Sue slid a hot slice onto a paper plate for her.

Soon the others came up to the table. At least a little pizza could lift their spirits.

The beginning

Five sentence fiction – Entrance

Lillie McFerrin Writes


The Beginning

The cold was beginning to numb the deepest parts of me. Trying to communicate with the Ice men were of no use; they simply ignored me and carried on.

I fought sleep until I was voilently ripped form my carrier and thrown down. There was no snow to cushion my fall, only hard rock that led to the entrance of their city.

The leader of the group, a tall man with eyes like coal, pushed me through the opening of the rock where the light poured in over us.


This follows this post – Found. 

I thought it would be interesting to take prompts and expand the story, since a few of you wanted to read more.

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100 WCGU #172

100 WCGU Prompt:

…when the daylight returned the king was dead…


He was dying and lately liked to be among the late queen’s flowers in the greenhouse. He said he could still feel her when he sat, smelling the sweet perfumes of the blooms. I woke up one night angry and upset. I needed to see him right away. He was asleep on the day bed. The moon shone over his face. I hurried to his side and gently laid my head on his chest. “Everything will be fine, my dove,” he promised again. I listened to his heart beat until it went still with the rise of the sun.


This is part of a story I’ve been messing around with.

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Silly Carl

Velvet Verbosity 100 word challenge – Witty

100 Word Writing Prompt #418

Honestly, I struggled with this prompt.


Carl was a man with big dreams.
Riches would secure him what he always wanted: a grand life with the beautiful people.
One morning, Carl felt that it was time to take hold the reigns of his own fate and steer it to what he longed for.
Carl became Steven.
Steven was a smart, witty, successful businessman who travelled often and lived large.
He lied to get a wife. He outsmarted and stole until he came successfully on top. He killed every trace of Carl. Even his mother.
Lies caught up quickly.
Steven found verbal humour didn’t help in jail.


Silly Carl.

100 Word Writing Prompt #418

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