The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five more fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.
“There were few secrets between us,” Emeri said, and Bryony again thought of how his closeness to his sister mirrored her bond with Kerine, and the agony of the separation he’d endured for so long that far outweighed the few weeks she would be parted from her sister.
Bryony loved to listen to Emeri play the lyre, and she appreciated how it could be a distraction for him from his melancholy, losing himself in the notes and only as the tune finished remembering where he was or even that she was here with him and he was no longer alone.
“I know you don’t like it when I give you expensive things,” Emeri said hesitantly, gesturing to the family heirloom he had loaned her and recalling how Bryony had once accused him of trying to pay her for her affection which was freely given, “but I would dearly love for you to keep this necklace for it suits you, and I can think of no-one I would rather give it to.”
Bryony knew roses were often given as love tokens, adored their sweet scent and varied colours, but now she learnt of their many uses in magical workings and practical applications, rose hips, rose buds, and petals all having numerous purposes.
Bryony dreamt of water, a rushing river, a whirlpool, the sea; her element was air and yet it seemed Emeri was right that water too called to her and that she might be a weather witch, a storm sorceress.
The one_sentence_only community has a number of prompt tables with the challenge to fill all the prompts with a single sentence. Here are five fills from the fluff/romance table, written for my WiP novel Sorceress Apprentice.
Bryony stared up at the cloudless sky; she was full of food and wine, the sun was warm and the breeze gentle, the blanket was soft beneath her and Emeri was asleep alongside her, and she was happy.
It was her childhood dream, long put aside, but now she was to dance the ritual dance with the sorcerer himself in front of the whole village, and Bryony was overwhelmed at the chance, yet afraid she might embarrass herself or, worse, Emeri.
She was too anxious, too excited, too overwrought to sleep, for the magic was still humming in her blood.
She used a match to light the candles on the dining table for fire magic was not her element, and with her inexperience she thought she could do something terrible like set the tablecloth ablaze if she attempted to light them with a spell.
He gave her a look of longing and impulsively Bryony leaned in before she could doubt herself and pressed her lips to his.
For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.
Dawn came early, not with rosy fingers but with grey clouds threatening rain as befitted a British summer.
He finally realised that a compass is merely a tool can tell you which direction you’re facing, but not where you want to go, or ought to.
It wasn’t a great offer but between the devil and the deep blue sea, he chose the devil, for he was unable to swim.
Rock singers and US football players and feckless tradesmen may lay claim to the name, but he always thought of cowboys as Stetson wearing animal herders, American pioneers, and wished he could have the chance to ride with them.
In an attempt to cheer me up, he showed up with a DVD, a pizza, and a bottle of wine, and really, what more could I ask for?
Laughter escaped her lips in a sudden giggle and in the face of amusement, her fear fled.
For the writerverse one sentence fic prompts.
“So you see,” he concluded, as the enemy ship sank beneath the waves, “the only difference between a pirate and a privateer is whose flag they fly under!”
The days moved too slowly towards the start of her holiday, yet the hours rushed past as she worked on her dissertation.
The first words to shatter the sudden silence were, “Now, I don’t want to shoot anyone else, so let’s be clear that, given the current circumstances, anything I tell you is not an advisory, it is an order!”
High or low, black or red, you win a little and lose a little, but it’s the house who always wins.
Prompt: role models
Another supposedly childfree character gets pregnant and she wonders, “Where are the women like me?”
For various prompts, eight fics of one sentence each.
One should be careful for what they wish, for not only did the child have skin white as snow but her demeanour was icy, as bereft of compassion as the cold winter winds.
With a villainous laugh, he pressed the button, and began the countdown.
Alone, staring up at the night sky, with the stars shining like a million fireflies, she finally felt at peace with the world.
That ghosts might indeed be real was a shock, and they stayed cuddled up under the bedcovers until the safety of daybreak.
It probably hadn’t been the best action to take, but he’d lost his moral compass a long time ago, and moving in any direction was better than standing still.
The email reminded him he wasn’t alone, that he had people who cared, and sent a sliver of light into the darkness.
The cave entrance was dark and ominous and he could easily imagine that the tunnel beyond led directly the underworld.
“Everyone playing this game lies,” he mused, “plotting behind your back and seducing you with fine words – why, pirates and highway men are more honest, being direct with their demands and consequences.”
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A 3 sentence fic for the prompt “A witch receives a familiar who doesn’t believe in magic.”
“I don’t believe in magic,” Tabitha said, tail swishing idly from side to side.
“You’re a talking cat for crying out loud,” Amber pointed out.
Tabitha blinked her orange eyes and said lazily, “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”