Writespiration #122 52 Weeks in 52 Words Week 26

writespiration-2017

2017 brings 52 challenges over 52 weeks.

Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.

Submit your entries in the comments or on a blog post. You have until Sunday to enter.

I am running a competition with prizes this month in celebration of the launch of 13 Steps To Evil. If you would like to enter the details are here.

TIME IS RUNNING OUT. YOU HAVE JUST TWO DAYS LEFT TO ENTER

There are prizes for first, second and third, but here’s a teaser for first place:

  • Signed paperback of 13 Steps To Evil
  • £20 Amazon voucher
  • A first chapter or 1000 word critique from me
  • Your choice of a critique of your book marketing plan or an hour skype advice session on marketing your book. (Some pre-work will be needed if you choose a skype session)
  • Publication of your winning entry on this website
  • Critique of one of your villainous characters (either by a summary or selection of 3 key chapters with your villain in them)

If you’re entering writespiration as normal please expect a significant delay before I come and read your entries.

This week write about

Toast.

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24 comments

  1. Oh! Interesting this can be taken literally as toasted bread or toast as in dead, defunct or useless and dated ! Woo thinking cap on . Hope your well and rested Sacha. 💜

  2. I’d never been to a wedding at 8am, so spreading butter on toast in a fancy dress was quite interesting. The best man stood to give his toast. Would we laugh or cringe? The only two choices..
    “Today we are here to honor the groom and his whore bride…”
    He was toast….

  3. Thanks for the prompt, Sacha. Here goes:

    I rifled through the litter of documents, scattered them across the ruined desk, and thrust cast-offs to the floor. Panic flushed my face and my glasses steamed. Max paced, minding his tongue, for once. We’d searched for the proof everywhere. I straightened and he paused, his words a breathless whisper, “We’re toast.”

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