On joy and sorrow by Rubyna Dyall

Prompt: Joy | Genre: Realistic fiction | Word count: 1500

The drive on the snaky road through the lush, wooded and mountainous landscape was both exciting and terrifying. I could glimpse the Ganges in the desolate valleys below. I had set out from London two days ago on my dream of trekking the Himalayas to uncover hidden treasures and destinies yet to be fulfilled. With its ancient cultures, incomparable natural beauty, endless temples, and mystical charms, the Himalayas had always exerted a magnetic attraction on me. Here I was, on my way to the abode of self-realised Masters.

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Her Night by Cinthia Albers

Prompt: Joy | Word count: 1500 words | Genre: Mainstream

Emma stood before the mirror, placing her lipstick on ever so slowly. Her hair was a sleek silver, her eyes were tired. The wrinkle cream she used didn’t make much of a difference these days. She put on a faint touch of rouge. It was her 80th birthday. Her daughters Meg and June had decided to throw her a birthday party. She wanted to look her best, she had had her hair done special, bought a new dress. It would be good to see the whole family and to celebrate a milestone that didn’t feel worth celebrating. She sat on the edge of her bed, exhausted. Even the smallest of activities took all her energy.

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Joy comes late by Peggy Rockey

Prompt: Joy | Word count: 1500 | Genre: 

Georgina saw the younger woman enter the shop and felt as if God had just blessed her with a gift. It seemed to the elderly lady that the whole store brightened, lit by the blond hair and pale skin and delicate frame of the woman; though Georgina thought she looked sad, with her solemn expression and downcast eyes.

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Space of Joy by Irene Cornwell

Prompt : Joy | Word Count: approx 1500 | Genre: Memoir

From the moment I opened the car door I would rush to my space of joy.
The farmyard tree stood there like a dependable friend. The most wonderful thing about a healthy tree is it doesn’t move or vanish or ever let you down.
My tree stood between the two story farm house and the hired hand’s abode. It’s roots dug deep into the plain country soil. It must have been planted in the late 1800’s when Walt Yeisley first claimed his homestead .

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Those Little Words by Martin Haworth

Topic: Joy | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Contemporary

Soft blonde curls lay on their pillows. Two near-mirror images face each other with only a nightlight to see them, somehow making more of them, in the angelic light.

Every evening, Julia always feels a little choked when she walks in and looks at them. It would be ten years tomorrow she brought them home and she can never make sense of where the time has gone. She tip-toes over and pulls the cover up a little on Isabelle and pushes teddy back into bed with Melissa. She stops and smiles once more as she leaves them.

All is well.

She straightens the stockings that hang over the end of each of their beds ready for their overnight visitor. On a night like this, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, Julia would be staying home, warm and safe. But for now, she has to leave them to go to meet the man at the airport.

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Koren’s joy by Vic Ribeiro

Prompt: Joy | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Dark Fantasy

Contains graphic violence and language, not for the squeamish.


Koren Truestrike, First captain of the King’s Secret Service, returned to the capital after his encounter with Scar’s gang. He wanted to report to the King directly. Unfortunately, King Torian Nobleheart was already on his way to the Mines for his customary visit. So Koren had to accompany his Lord and had to try and do a debrief during the visit. He was telling the King selected bits of his investigation into Scar’s activities as they walked deeper into the dimly lit tunnels. As he mentioned Scar’s threat of Lord Demos that was going to rule the land, there was a deep rumble and the earth started shaking. In the bedlam most miners rushed to the exits. It was close to lunchtime and the miners were clearing out, a suitable time for the King to look at the progress and at some new features that were implemented. This meant that they were deeper in than other people.

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Moments of Joy by Anusuya Kashi

Prompt: Joy l Word count: 1500  l Genre: Diary excerpts

From the diary of a college teacher….

November 4, 2017

The subject matter has been completed. There’s still about half an hour to go. I ask the class if they want to play a small game. “Yessssss!” comes the enthusiastic response.

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You Need a Bigger Slay by Elaine Dodge

Prompt: Joy | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Family

Dear Santa

I know it’s more normal for you to get lettez before Chrismas but the postal service round here really sucks. Also, I couldn’t rite to you before ‘cause I’d broke my arm and it’s been in plarsta for a while. Have you ever broke your arm? It looks really cool, ‘specially when all the other kids draw on it. But it itches like crazie! Billy’s not allowed to draw on any one’s casts ‘cause he always rites something rude and Father Patrick gets shouty.

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Dancing Back by Debbie Gravett

Prompt: Joy | Word count: 1500 | Genre: Slice of life

“I’m trying to make a living for us and all you guys do is complain. I’m never home. There isn’t enough money. You’re never satisfied. If you don’t want me living there, just say so.”

Natalie hurried past the man shouting into his phone outside a restaurant.

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An Abundance of Everything by Brittany Meyer

Prompt: Joy | Word Count: 1500 | Genre: Fiction

I received my first headset when I was three years old. I remember my glee when the Distributor placed the clunky machine in my chubby hands. It was made of tough neon pink plastic, and I loved it. I put it on, and suddenly the world was beautiful. Flowers waved in the garden, and the stubby brown grass was transformed into lean stalks of golden wheat. The sun shone through the blue sky and the clouds were pure white, like I had seen in my dreams.

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