Sunday, May 21, 2017

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

Write every day. Even if it's just a little bit.
The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. 
Today's prompt is:
I can do this.
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Traitors of Sol by J. Porteous
The Space Bastards are running out of luck and money, and are desperately taking on any contract they can get. What starts as a standard evacuation contract soon spirals into something wildly different. A prophecy, which has long since drifted into legend, begins to show signs of truth. A new and unimaginable horror is bleeding into their universe, and it's down to the motley crew of the Space Bastards to stop it.
The crew are soon finding their loyalties divided, as this new threat insidiously attempts to subvert their mission. Little do they know, as they race to collect the remaining stones, that other factions are at play in this deadly game. The adventure will take them to the darkest corners of their own universe, and into the unknown realm of others.  Release date - July 31st /2017
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1 comment:

  1. The man shuddered when he realized what he was doing.
    This is madness!….. What the hell was I thinking?…..
    Still, he knew that it had to be done. It was something he'd carried with him since childhood. Something dark and terrible that he'd never have the nerve to speak aloud. But at last, that itch needed to scratched. It needed to be scratched, whatever the consequences.
    II can do this terrible thing, but if I do, I'll be an outcast…. I'll be pilloried…. No one will ever see me as I was….. All they will ever see is the monster I've become…..
    He walked into the room and tasted bile at the back of his throat. The thing on the table would be his undoing, he knew. But it had to be done. Sooner or later, he'd have to give in to his darker nature, so why not get it over with?
    No matter how pustulent the wound, he realized, that itch needed to be scratched.
    He walked up and stabbed a finger at the thing. When it awoke, he cursed himself and allowed one final warning.
    There'll be no going back…..Not now, not ever…..
    But that itch needed to be scratched, so he pulled up a chair and began his descent into horror.
    'Chapter one', he typed, then he watched that damned cursor blink.