The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Unicorn Promptly
Sometimes I wonder…
But, truth be told, sometimes I don’t.
And, come to think of it, there are quite a few things that I do sometimes but don’t at others.
So that probably wasn’t a great place to start this dynamic and incisive, even insightful dissemination.
What was the point I was making, you ask, quite reasonably, I’d say.
Well, to cut a long story short (Trop tard, comes the bi-lingual voice from the gallery), I sometimes wonder how Jenne decides on these prompts.
I mean, I send her photos that I feel would make particularly punctilious prompts, hunners an’ hunners of them, and she just seems to pick something quite randomly from some vast hidden repository of surprises.
Take this week’s, for instance.
Well, clearly one or other of us already did, at some point in the recent or, more probably, distant past (I’ve provided my colleague and co-conspirator with images from the days when giraffes still roamed the non-pedestrianised lengths of Glasgow’s Sauchiehall Street), but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here.
As, I believe, I already pointed out.
(This piece now has more points than a compass, but far less sense of direction.)
Now, where was I?
Ah yes, the sheer randomness of my dear friend and editor’s weekly selection.
(I mention ‘editor’ to remind you all that my brilliant novels, novella and short stories (also bi-lingual) are available for purchase here. Great end-of-summer reading!)
That’s my point.
No, not the availability, the randomness.
Sigh…
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An off-piste piece from you this week. Thoroughly entertaining though!
Thanks so much, Keith. Was it really that different from my normal fare? Maybe so!
Hoy!
He’s talking to me, Rosemary!
Lol. Oops!
Sometimes I can’t find myself in the dark, Keith!
Glad you enjoyed.
I always know I’ll find something ‘dynamic and incisive, even insightful’ in your stories, C.E. And, at the end, ‘a point’. You’ve provided all this and more (a little promotion for your books) this week. What a delight.
Thanks, Margaret, I do like ‘What a delight’.
It seems I have to keep promoting, no one buys the wretched things, brilliant though they are!
Where’s Tarantino when you need him, eh?
Whew! That’s a relief, eh Keith?
It’s rather amazing how the members this little group manage to churn out something entertaining each week, often despite the images. I, for one, would love to see a giraffe or two on Sauchiehall Street!
Your little non-story gave me a chuckle this morning.
Keith? Who’s Keith?
I’ll put it down to the after-effects and the drugs, Nancy!
Happy you found it entertaining.
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“This piece now has more points than a compass, but far less sense of direction.” This is the story of my life.
I love your random ramblings. I SO relate.
Laughing.
I quite liked that line too!
We all need a good random rambling rant sometimes, I think.
that’s the difference between serious diversion (fiction writing) and 1:30 am and you get that second wind (falsely rumored to be exclusive domain of the less mature and/or college students) and the conversational trajectories start to resemble printouts from the LHC
damn!
fun story, yo
Sometimes, Clark, we just have to empty our brains onto the page and live with the results.
Glad you enjoyed.
I have read some of your work that was available on Kindle Unlimited while I still had it. I had to stop subscribing as the monthly fee was a little steep especially when I was only reading one or two books a month. I enjoyed that work a lot.
Thank you, Tessa, I’m pleased that you enjoyed what you read.
I think all my work is available on Kindle at minimum allowed price.
Having enjoyed your posts over the years I was pretty certain I would love your books.
A masterclass in how to write a delightful story when uninspired by the prompt.
How can one man rant for 250 words, wandering about with ‘more points than a compass’, and still have every word earn its place in the ‘dissemination’?
I consider myself chidden – and yes, I see the potential for argument here – anybody? – OK, chidden – but unrepentant.
Now, if you’d taken a photo of the time when ‘giraffes still roamed the non-pedestrianised lengths of Glasgow’s Sauchiehall Street’…
PS Folk who don’t read your ‘brilliant novels, novella and short stories (also bi-lingual)’ are missing a treat!
I am reading one of C.E.’s books right now and thoroughly enjoying it!
That’s cool, Rosemary. Please tell your family and friends, and your enemies too!
Thanks, Jenne, always a pleasure to be astounded by the randomness of your selections.
Which, incidentally, I invariably find inspiring in a challenging sort of way, as I believe it should be.
No photo, but I do have a sketch by Mr Burns!
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