Story Continuation Challenge Prompt 3

To all those who participated to the Story Continuation Challenge last weekThank you for taking up the challenge.

All the responses were amazing, and each one of you took us all on a beautiful journey through your short story. The creativity and story-telling is amazing. Congratulations to you all, for the amazing skills and talent.

Sonali Mukherjee’s story was the most loved by all, with the maximum likes on her comment.

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.

Congrats, Sonali!

I personally liked the story written by Vandana (especially cause that there was no element of victim blame but regret and guilt on the survivor’s part)

Heartbroken helpless and depressed, she sobbed inconsolably. The thought of losing her virginity to someone she despised was tearing her soul apart. How she regretted her decision to drive alone to the bar at midnight, to rebel her parents to marry her true love!!

Most of the stories were sad and tragic and tugged at our heart-strings, and that’s really impressive. But what’s even more surprising and unexpected is that Hira and Aseena for giving it a positive twist at the end, despite it being an extremely sad prompt with little scope of a happy take on it. And yet, they managed to do exactly that. I even took inspiration from Hira’s story to write another one of mine.  Thanks, Hira and Congrats, you both!

Here’s the third prompt.

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

Challenge Rules –

  • Please complete the story in a maximum of 3 sentences (the first line is the prompt, so you have the freedom to write either 1 or 2 lines more.)
  • Stories need to be shared in the comments section of that prompt’s post so that everybody can read them at one place.
  • If you feel inspired to write a longer story, please feel free to write it on your own blog with a ping-back to the respective prompt.
  • If a comment or story written by another blogger inspires you to write one of your own, please remember to thank them.
  • Creativity rules. The story could be told in a rhyming poem, free verse or prose. It could be funny, dark, thought-provoking or even a true incident retold creatively.
  • The Challenge will run from Tuesday to Sunday.
  • Most creative stories shall get a special mention in next week’s challenge.
  • The main purpose of this challenge is to have fun and learn. Those who are able to mentor and help others grow in their writing; you are encouraged to do so. All constructive feedback should be communicated in a kind and helpful manner AND received in a welcoming manner.
  • Please do read other stories and visit their blogs or give them feedback here. Each one of us is here to showcase our writing to others. Give first what you want in return.
  • If you are interested in participating in the challenge, please follow the blog to receive the prompts via email.

Prompt 3 Rules –

  • (You’re already following this rule, far better than I can imagine.) As before,  remember to go off the beaten track. Think out-of-the-box.
  • Use of the word ‘fight’ is advocated. This rule isn’t compulsory but more to challenge you further.

This prompt is open till Sunday, March  27th, 2016. Please remember to submit your stories in the comments before then.

My story is –

After a day full of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.
It didn’t matter that the only person he wanted to fight was now dead.

lonely man

Hope to receive even more responses than last week.

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25 thoughts on “Story Continuation Challenge Prompt 3

  1. There was a dead body in his bed. It had been there for some time, since at least 6am when he’d left for work. He cleaned it up with latex gloves while cursing the cat for bringing in another damn mouse.

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    1. Oh dear, hate having a dead mouse 😀 😀 Awesome start and amazing twist. Made me smile at the end. Thanks for participating. 🙂

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  2. Thanks for mentioning me in the last week’s challenge 🙂
    Here’s my take for this week in the form of poetry…

    After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.
    Little did he know that his wife and her lover were waiting to fight with a rope and knife.

    He opened the door with a bouquet in his hand when the lover caught him and his wife got a chance to end his life!!!

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  3. After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.
    Maison’s wife Wendy saw his car drive in and throwing the front door open began yelling at him, “where have you been, it’s 8:30 pm, you promised you wouldn’t stay at work so late anymore; you promised you’d be here to tuck the children into bed, it’s too late now, bedtime is 8:00 pm.”

    Maison sighed tiredly, he hadn’t had a chance to eat anything since mid-morning and he hadn’t been able to go the gym at lunch; negotiations had been so intense but Maison’s boss was extremely proud of him, and the new account meant a large bonus and time off he was hoping to spend taking his wife and kids on vacations.

    Maison attempted to calm his wife as she continued yell while he devoured a samwidge but then, Wendy started to complain about the mess Maison was making, so he took Wendy’s hands and told her, “enough already, I got the Langley Account and I’ve spent all day negotiating with them; I’ve earned us a bonus and our family is going to go on a vacation to Disney World for a week and then you and I are going to Paris alone;” Wendy had tears in her eyes and earnestly began to cry with joy on Maison’s shoulder.

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    1. That’s a beautiful story, Mandi. It deserves its own space as an independent post on your blog. It would be an interesting read.

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  4. Thanks for mentioning my previous story.

    After a day full of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.
    “I will not get sucked into an argument tonight. I will not whack her again. I will be patient with the children. I will not raise my hand or voice…” he promised himself.
    Once again.
    Futilely.

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  5. After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife.
    Dealing with a drug addict wife was more than he had bargained for. But fight still he did, to help her rid off the habit ‘coz every time he looked at her the strings of love kept tugging at his heart!

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  6. Thank you so much for the mention😃

    Here’s my story for this week

    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.

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  7. After a long day of hectic negotiations, he headed home to more strife. Tired from pushing his cart around all day under the hot sun and touting his wares till his throat turned sore, gulping down a bottle of water instead of lunch to save enough money to make ends meet, at midnight he went back to his tiny little shack in the slum only to listen to his mother nag him about how there was never enough money at home. However, he chose not to argue with her and maintained his silence as she continued to curse everything and everyone around them. He remembered the pearls of wisdom his father had shared with him,”Choose your battles carefully.”

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  8. I didn’t use ‘fight’ but here is my silly poem.

    After a long day of hectic negotiations,
    he headed home to more strife.
    Tired and hungry, he found an empty house
    And a short note from his wife.
    I’m so sorry, my dear, had to go out but
    I left you the last pizza slice.

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