Many can cook stories in their head, but only a few dare to write and serve it!
📣So, here we announce the best entry for @WritersClub Dialogue Writing Challenge held on 4 July'18 by Lea
#wcdc
🔸“You know, I’ve always hated these things. All these people in their fancy suits pretending to give a damn about the rest of us. It’s all just for image I tell you”
🔹“Hey, at least they showed up, I bet half of these people would rather be in bed than this place”
🔸“I’d rather be in bed than this place. At least a bed doesn’t judge your clothes”
🔹“Remember, you were the one that insisted we don’t bother changing our work clothes, I was the one who opted for tuxes but nope” There’s a slight pause before he gets a reply from his partner.
🔸 “Hm, on second thought, let them stare, when they find out we’re richer than the whole lot of them combined, they’ll be wishing it was us they were being all nice to”
🔹 “I forgot that we’re here to spend money. I was beginning to think you dragged the both of us to another one of those useless benefits”
🔸 “Nope, and we’re here to get the prize of the show. That tablet over there costs a fortune, it’s absolutely priceless, and all theses buggers want it”
🔹 “Tell me, why are we buying this thing? You don’t even like art”
🔸“I’ve got money to burn and besides, after I buy it, I’ll keep it for a bit, then sell it back to one of these pansies for more”
🔹“Why am I here then? Our bank accounts are shared”
🔸 “You are here because all these old, rich folk, are also old in their ways. When they find out that we’re married and beat them to the prize, it’ll be a much better victory” A familiar smirk appears on his partners face.
🔹“And that my good man, is why I married you. In the meantime I’ll be at the bar”
#inkslingers
📣So, here we announce the best entry for @WritersClub Dialogue Writing Challenge held on 4 July'18 by Lea
#wcdc
🔸“You know, I’ve always hated these things. All these people in their fancy suits pretending to give a damn about the rest of us. It’s all just for image I tell you”
🔹“Hey, at least they showed up, I bet half of these people would rather be in bed than this place”
🔸“I’d rather be in bed than this place. At least a bed doesn’t judge your clothes”
🔹“Remember, you were the one that insisted we don’t bother changing our work clothes, I was the one who opted for tuxes but nope” There’s a slight pause before he gets a reply from his partner.
🔸 “Hm, on second thought, let them stare, when they find out we’re richer than the whole lot of them combined, they’ll be wishing it was us they were being all nice to”
🔹 “I forgot that we’re here to spend money. I was beginning to think you dragged the both of us to another one of those useless benefits”
🔸 “Nope, and we’re here to get the prize of the show. That tablet over there costs a fortune, it’s absolutely priceless, and all theses buggers want it”
🔹 “Tell me, why are we buying this thing? You don’t even like art”
🔸“I’ve got money to burn and besides, after I buy it, I’ll keep it for a bit, then sell it back to one of these pansies for more”
🔹“Why am I here then? Our bank accounts are shared”
🔸 “You are here because all these old, rich folk, are also old in their ways. When they find out that we’re married and beat them to the prize, it’ll be a much better victory” A familiar smirk appears on his partners face.
🔹“And that my good man, is why I married you. In the meantime I’ll be at the bar”
#inkslingers
An artist can paint the life and a poet can bring life in his/her words..
📣We announce the best entry of @WritersClub Poetry Challenge held on 6 July'18 based on the theme Colours Vs Words and it is submitted by Anchana.
#wpc
In anguish, his strokes
splatter drops of colour.
Marring his canvas, her
Wounded whispers speak
Like an unwritten poetry
Defying the boundaries
Of life and death.
#inkslingers
📣We announce the best entry of @WritersClub Poetry Challenge held on 6 July'18 based on the theme Colours Vs Words and it is submitted by Anchana.
#wpc
In anguish, his strokes
splatter drops of colour.
Marring his canvas, her
Wounded whispers speak
Like an unwritten poetry
Defying the boundaries
Of life and death.
#inkslingers
🔔 Hurrray! Here we got the best entry for the recent @WritersClub story writing challenge #wsc held between 16th to 20th July.
❇️ Given prompt: "It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline..."
❇️ Story: It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline. He could feel the wind knocked out from his body and latched at the wall for support. One of the uniformed men was suddenly at his side with a faint shadow of a smirk on his face, seeing his apparent weakness. He was never able to understand the joy that cops derived at seeing people behave as humans. “How are you related to this man?” the officer barked. “He is.., I mean was..”. He paused for a second, and then continued on,” a childhood friend. He was also an orphan like me, and we had stayed together at one of the state run foster homes. He was adopted by some family later and I never met him since then, until recently a month back. I recognized him, and after we got talking, he invited me to his place today.” “So, what did you speak about?”, the cop fired, while jotting everything down. “We just talked for a minute, as he looked to be in a hurry. He insisted me to come here, and said that we will catch up.”, he replied, his eyes darting towards the stairways. As if on cue, 2 officers started walking and blocked the way. “And what about you?”, the officer. “There was a fire, and the place got shut down. Had a job at a store for some time. Couldn’t stick at any job for long. Am in and out shelter homes for now.” “You in touch with any of your friends?”, the officer was staring hard at him now. “No. We all went our separate ways. Our home was the best. The best thing we had”, he replied. “And was it the New Hope Home for Boys?”, asked another officer, walking towards him. His heart missed a beat, while he nodded. “Your friend here was part of a gang who sells organs in the black market. Victims involved others from your home. As you see, things got heated here, and resulted in what you see now. By the looks of it, they were prepping the other room for surgery. Now we know who that was for. Homeless people whom no one will miss.”
- by Sreejith (#sree) @WritersClub
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❇️ Given prompt: "It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline..."
❇️ Story: It had been years since he met him, the day finally arrived when he could soon rekindle his childhood. But as soon as he entered the house, all he could find was the cops making a chalk outline. He could feel the wind knocked out from his body and latched at the wall for support. One of the uniformed men was suddenly at his side with a faint shadow of a smirk on his face, seeing his apparent weakness. He was never able to understand the joy that cops derived at seeing people behave as humans. “How are you related to this man?” the officer barked. “He is.., I mean was..”. He paused for a second, and then continued on,” a childhood friend. He was also an orphan like me, and we had stayed together at one of the state run foster homes. He was adopted by some family later and I never met him since then, until recently a month back. I recognized him, and after we got talking, he invited me to his place today.” “So, what did you speak about?”, the cop fired, while jotting everything down. “We just talked for a minute, as he looked to be in a hurry. He insisted me to come here, and said that we will catch up.”, he replied, his eyes darting towards the stairways. As if on cue, 2 officers started walking and blocked the way. “And what about you?”, the officer. “There was a fire, and the place got shut down. Had a job at a store for some time. Couldn’t stick at any job for long. Am in and out shelter homes for now.” “You in touch with any of your friends?”, the officer was staring hard at him now. “No. We all went our separate ways. Our home was the best. The best thing we had”, he replied. “And was it the New Hope Home for Boys?”, asked another officer, walking towards him. His heart missed a beat, while he nodded. “Your friend here was part of a gang who sells organs in the black market. Victims involved others from your home. As you see, things got heated here, and resulted in what you see now. By the looks of it, they were prepping the other room for surgery. Now we know who that was for. Homeless people whom no one will miss.”
- by Sreejith (#sree) @WritersClub
🎉Congratulations🎉 and keep writing..
You have won 50 Reward Points.
@PensivePost #InkSlingers