The Unicorn Challenge – 19/05/23

© Ayr/Gray

A magical new weekly writing opportunity from me – Jenne Gray – and him – C. E. Ayr.
Visit this blog every Friday, read an amazing story from each of us, and then post your own even better effort in the comments below.
Or on your own blog and stick the link down in the comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt above.
That’s it.


  1. My apologies for lack of response to the many kind comments received last week, been offline in Bonnie Scotland visiting family and friends.
    Home tomorrow (Saturday), I’ll try to write something on Sunday.

    PS Have you bought my brilliant e-book yet?
    Even folk who know me think it’s not too bad!

    Amazon UK (99p):

    or USA ($0.99):

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  2. Here’s a story from a new writer which has just come in.
    Reposting it here because it was actually for last week’s prompt and I don’t want you to miss it.
    Here it is, from ANGELA CALDWELL:


    She hated walking the last hundred yards from the bus stop on the main road to her house.

    Between the pools of light was the threat of darkness, something she had feared since early childhood. These days, though, the threat did not consist of strange ectoplasmic creatures sliding menacingly out from under the wardrobe or through the crack beneath the door. Today’s threats, in her anxiety-riddled mind, were muggers, rapists, murderers.

    She chided herself. She would not let her mental state take control. She was being ridiculous. Clenching her fists, she walked steadily onwards.

    She never reached home.

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    • Fear very deftly shown in this story, Angela, right from the childhood monsters through to the narrator’s anxiety-ridden mind of the present day.
      And a good – if scary – twist at the end.
      Thanks so much for taking part. I hope we’ll see you again next week.

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  3. A tongue-in-cheek story this week:


    “The path’s blocked,” said Gwyneth. “We’ll have to take the long way down to the village.”
    “Wonder what’s blocking it? Oh, come on, let’s risk it. It’s only a hundred yards or so before we turn off onto the shortcut”, replied Pete. “What’s more, the barrier leaves room for foot traffic.”
    They’d almost reached the turnoff when a very large, very burly man appeared on the path in front of them. “Y’all can’t walk here,” he drawled. “Can you folks not read the sign?”
    Gwyneth gave him her most winning smile. “We absolutely can, but we’ve walked this trail several times before and we leave this path just there, just behind you. It’s a shortcut that takes us down through the trees into the village. If we can’t use this trail, we’ll have an extra four miles to walk.”
    “Can’t help that, Ma’am. Y’all will have to leave this road immediately.”
    Pete was unusually quiet, looking at the secluded farmhouse further down the hill. Set in beautiful countryside, it had been renovated and offered every luxury. Two figures came out onto the patio and headed for the sun loungers beside the infinity pool.
    “Shit,” exclaimed Pete. “That beard. That long hair. Guess we’ll just have to do the extra miles.”
    He turned, gave Gwyneth a meaningful look, and set off back up the path.
    Gwyneth sighed and followed. “Holey Moley, Pete, what was all that about?”
    “Right initials, wrong names,” he said

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