Don’t Know What You Got…by Rachel Grise

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway I Word Count: 300 I Genre: General Fic

Laurie knew she had to return the ring to Tristan. After all, she never really wanted it anyway.

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The Rings that Bind by Moira le Roux

Prompt: She didn’t want it anyway | Word count 300 words | Genre: Fiction

I walked along the shore on my way to Dalebrook tidal pool.

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The Blue Wagon by Annalie Kleinloog

Prompt : She never wanted it anyway | Word count : 300 | Genre:- Historical Fiction 

“Greenfield Wagons” – by Stephen Pryke

“You never wanted it anyway, Intombazane.” Lucas wiped the soot from his face. They watched the last of the wagon disappeared in embers.

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Sunday Night by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway | Word count: 300 | Genre: General Fiction

I could make out Luke’s towering silhouette through the screen door, weaving in and out of view, and the family photo on the lounge room wall. I love that picture.

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Punk by Arthur Hall

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway | Words: 300 exactly | Genre: Reality Fiction

Punk is highly adventurous. She goes where others fear to tread. She is quick-tempered and screams dramatically at any provocation.

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Cut The Strings by Elaine Dodge

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word Count: 1000 | Genre: Weird Fiction

Leg twists under me. Grab the banister to stay upright. Take a deep breath. Must be nerves. Been telling myself that for a while now. Gatto got MS last year, started with him losing his balance. Hope it’s not…no, just nerves. Strung up too tight.

Straighten my tie. Look the part. Old man won’t take me seriously if I don’t. Forlorn hope but have to tell myself something or I’ll never do this. Damn that door’s heavy. Don’t remember it being that hard.

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Freedom by Moira le Roux

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count:  1000 words | Genre: Memoir

Years ago, when I was twenty-four years old, there were still building societies in South Africa. I had worked for The Perm Building Society for five years, and I was bored beyond belief. I had always received an ‘A’ for accountancy at school, so although I hated it, my parents pushed me into banks and building societies from when I left school. I hated every moment of it. I was promoted to the hardest job, but it was still so boring I felt like chewing my arms off to escape. I resigned often, but was always talked out of it by management, as I didn’t really know what else to do. I had to earn money for my cigarettes and the vast quantities of alcohol I consumed after hours.

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Moving Out by Zita Fogarty

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word count: 1000 | Genre: Adult Fiction

You know that if you follow through with this, you will be cutting all ties with the family?

I had walked into an argument in the kitchen between Mum, Dad and Lily. It was about her moving out with me.

Dad had just returned home from a long haul flight for work which probably didn’t help; I could see the exhaustion in his face.

Lily’s the only one in the family who knows I’m gay. We’re pretty tight.

I knew how desperate she was to leave home. At 19, she thought she was old enough to look after herself. The fights between her and our dad Sean were becoming unbearable, especially for Hazel, our mum.

It’s just because I’m a girl. You can’t cope with me growing up.

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SUBSTITUTE by Annalie Kleinloog

Prompt: Cut the Strings | Word count:1005 (I tried!) | Genre: 

Warning – adult content

Detail.  His palms sweat as he checks descriptions. 

Mike’s hand wavers an instant before hitting the ‘send’ button. He leans back and cups his head in his hands. The stretch feels good.  

Soon he can cut strings with his little problem.  Make it vanish.  Start a new life.

The rest of the week Mike fidgets around his desk but cannot work on that backlog glaring at him. He checks his phone more than usual, waiting for the confirmation-of-delivery bleep.  He stands up to stretch and looks at his colleagues; heads bent over their screens, logging the hours. He returns and pretends to work.

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