The Unicorn Challenge-31/05/24

© 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.
Inspired by photo prompt above.
That’s it.

30 comments

  1. […] The shoe was the last in the trail. She was always one for games, and he always liked to play. Like Hansel and Gretel leaving a trail of breadcrumbs, Samantha had left similar clues for Oz to follow. He had a nose like nothing else, didn’t miss a trick and picked up her scent in seconds. Philip on the other hand was a bit slow on the uptake, so in order for Cupid to launch his arrow, Samantha had to take things into her own hands. Oz dragged Philip along, sniffing and pulling all the while, knowing at the end of the search there would be treats and fuss. He sat down on the kerb alongside the shoe in the gutter and Philip picked it up. ‘No good without the other one Boy!’ he said. ‘Might it be this one?’ Samantha said appearing round the corner swinging the matching shoe from her finger. ‘Hi Oz!’ she added bending down to ruffle his ears. Philip blushed. Dammit, why did she always make him so nervous? ‘Cinderella I presume?’ he choked out. Samantha smiled. ‘As I live and breathe………………’ 187 words written for The Unicorn Challenge 31st May 2024. […]

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    • This made me smile, Di, just thinking about the silly, sometimes cringe-worthy things we do either trying to impress the person of our dreams or act nonchalant in their presence. I love the way Philip admitted his nervousness to Oz. There really was no other ending for your Cinderella story. A charming write.

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  2. FOOTSTEPS

    Footsteps behind her. A dimly-lit street. She speeded up.

    Footsteps behind her.

    She clutched her bag even more tightly and began to run.

    Footsteps behind her.

    She broke into a sprint.

    Footsteps behind her.

    She lost a shoe as she crossed the road but kept running as fast as she could.

    Footsteps behind her.

    Footsteps catching up, despite her best efforts.

    “Excuse me, miss. You dropped your credit card at the bus stop.”

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