PostsChallengesPortalsBooksAuthors
Posts
Challenges
Portals
Books
Authors
Sign Up
Search
About
Profile banner image for nfaulk6
Profile avatar image for nfaulk6
Follow
nfaulk6
Writer. 'Nuff said. If you'd like to read more, www.nataliefaulk.com and now sincitystories.com.
334 Posts • 282 Followers • 0 Following
Posts
Likes
Challenges
Books
Challenge
what am i made of?
Profile avatar image for annu_scapannu
annu_scapannu
• 83 reads

Glass

She's made of glass,

Shimmering in the sunlight,

Reflecting off rainbows,

Adding beauty,

But beware,

As one wrong touch,

Could shatter her

Forever.

15
8
1
Challenge
Malaphors
Smash two idioms or cliches together to get something new (Famous example: "We'll burn that bridge when we get there.") May be funny, thought-provoking, odd...
Profile avatar image for UnknownConcept
UnknownConcept
• 44 reads

But If They Sleep, How Do They Bark?

It's best to just let sleeping dogs bark up the wrong tree. Otherwise, they might bite the hand that's more than they can chew.

12
2
1
Challenge
Tell me a story in 15 words.
This time using only 15 words tell me the most complex story you can. Example: A soldier may come home, but if defeated, why return?
cholaraje
• 32 reads

Her

He left when she returned, falling for who she could've been than what she became.

4
0
0
Challenge
Three wishes.
Profile avatar image for GaryEnglish
GaryEnglish
• 91 reads

Wishes Three

Wishes three

She granted me

For service I had rendered.

How it started,

Never mind

I’ll tell you how it ended.

So for wish one

I wished for sun

To see me through the day

Shining brightly

Up above

From June right through to May.

And for wish two

I wished for you

To stay always content

With me or him

Or someone else

It’s truly what I meant.

Then for wish three

I wished for me

Unbroken and repaired

A happy mind

To set me free

And soaring like a bird.

Wishes three

She granted me

Though I only needed one.

14
4
6
Challenge
Three wishes.
Profile avatar image for zanlexus
zanlexus
• 103 reads

Loophole

Genie: You can have three wishes. The only limit, you cannot, under any circumstances, wish for more wishes.

Little girl: Oh. Well, can I wish for the power to grant wishes?

Genie: *Scratches head* I’ve never been asked that, before. I suppose there’s no rule against it. Although, maybe there should be.

Little girl: Too late. That’s my wish! To be able to grant limitless wishes, to anybody, *Cheeky smile*, including me.

Genie: *Sighs* It shall be done.

Little girl: Supertastic! Now, do I really need the other two wishes?

Genie: I suppose not. *Vanishes in a puff of blue smoke*

18
6
6
Challenge
Twist Ending in 50 words or less.
In such a short amount of words it is hard to tell any story. See if you can write a story that sets expectations and subverts them in the word limit. Change the genre from horror to funny or the opposite. Or trick the reader into believing there is something there is not and reveal it in the last line. Surprise us. Here is an example of a short story by Hemingway: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Profile avatar image for SerenityX
SerenityX
• 52 reads

The Girl

She walked down the street on a new spring day.

A warm breeze blew hair and clothes.

The engulfing breeze raised them skyward, and left her in a new born state.

The breeze became stronger.

She was pushed down the street, filled with terror into the unknown.

Into the afterlife.

https://ecreativewriting20.wixsite.com/creativewritingsx

7
3
0
Challenge
Make me cry. That's it. No specific form or topic. Just write something so sad that it brings tears to my eyes.
Profile avatar image for Huckleberry_Hoo
Huckleberry_Hoo
• 105 reads

Lioness

She was a good mother, but she must hunt.

She hid them as best she could,

But they were gone...

Stolen by night.

So she stood

Upon the burnt grass

In the earliest dawn of light

And she roared, and roared, and she roared...

9
0
2
Challenge
Make me cry. That's it. No specific form or topic. Just write something so sad that it brings tears to my eyes.
Profile avatar image for thequiettwin
thequiettwin
• 108 reads

10 Years Without a Name

The first time my name was taken from me, I was eight years old. It was second grade, and my peers were perfecting the stage of cognitive development to make comparisons and contrasts, yet could not overcome the difficulty in telling me apart from my twin.

“Pair up with one of the twins.” the teacher would say, when someone needed a partner and my sister and I were still waiting to be picked.

“Hey twin.” A classmate would say, to get my attention. I tried to assert myself, ask why they couldn’t call me by my real name. They defended their actions — they couldn’t tell us apart. Three years into grade school, at third grade now, and they could not decipher us? I was a twin….not a classmate. I was not a peer. Not one of them. Not human. Some other thing. Not Natalie, not me. I was not known for me. I did not have defining characteristics to be enjoyed by others in friendship. I was just a unit.

“The twins.”

-------------------------------------------------

The second time my name was taken, was at home.

“Come here dipsit!” my father would yell at me, trying to get my attention to clean something or watch him teach me a process.

“Whatever, dork.” He’d reply to most of my pleas for kindness.

“Quit pissing around, idiot.” - was a common phrase I heard when I was bored at home, with parents who didn’t put my sisters and I in some sort of sport or program so we wouldn’t be “pissing” around.

Living under that roof was as humiliating as walking through the hallways, mute and shy to everyone chattering to each other in their free time around me. “Twin” soon became replaced with the characteristics they did see in me, such as “midget”, in celebration of my short stature. I did not stray from the limits assigned to me.

My classmates needed a female to be at the bottom rung. They needed me.

--------------------------------------------------------

The third time I had my name taken from me, was the last time. I was eighteen, and I was leaving my parent’s home for college. Whatever pet name that slipped out that day has been long forgotten by now.

I would come around in the summers, but it was different this time. The distance helped lessen any tension and blame I placed on them for my lack of cultivated talent or connections I could bring to campus, and shifted the paradigm in that I was more of a guest in their home. I was no longer physically reprimanded for a mistake I made — mistakes that are better learned from with discussion and explanation than the way that they were handled. I was not sure if I was respected, but I was no longer treated like an animal. I was human. I wanted to learn all I could about the world; about others. I wanted to learn a skill - to dance, to write, to volunteer, to succeed.

I was Natalie.

12
2
5
Challenge
Make me cry. That's it. No specific form or topic. Just write something so sad that it brings tears to my eyes.
Profile avatar image for EZR
EZR
• 48 reads

false

Mind growing dim from the throb of memorized dates.

I cannot feel,

but if you so desire

I’ll tell you the dates of the Byzantine empire.

Or, if you prefer,

I could bow at the door of the man in the suit,

my surrogate sire.

I strive entertain you with my absence of light

but when I pick up a pen to fight

double spaced,

twelve point,

times new roman

spills from the hole in my temple.

But at least

I haven’t forgotten to cite the source of my plight.

And I’ll die away somewhere.

But I will go down howling in spite of the night.

____

I’m sure this is not the type of sad you wanted, but it is all I have to offer

4
0
0
Challenge
25 word, scary as all hell, haunted house story.
Like the prompt says. Haunted house story in only 25 words. Short, simple, and spooky. I’ll allow five extra words for anyone that wishes to include hashtags but remember to keep the story at a max of 25 words.
bo_Daniels in Paranormal
• 47 reads

Stuck at Home

Family photos

Staring at me from each wall

I step back but can’t move forward.

They are reaching out at me. The photos are real.

8
4
0