Welcome to the final week of the Spring Writing Challenge!
It’s the final week! This has been such a fun challenge. You’ve all done so well with your stories. There are so many interesting and unique ways you have taken the prompt. It’s now time for the final week, so let’s do this one last time! We can’t wait to see what you come up with.
So, without further ado, here’s your final prompt!
Week Six Prompt – The Character Prompt
Write a story about a character that experiences a rebirth
Wait…what’s a character prompt?
A character prompt is a prompt that’s about a specific character. It doesn’t matter where your story takes place or what’s said. What matters is that your story must be about a character who experiences a rebirth.
Before you start writing, we have some important rules for you to follow.
Writing Rules
1. Please keep the content of the stories you post to a PG rating. Please avoid real curse words. Violence/fighting should be limited and purposeful. Please do not include any spice.
2. Your story must be 1,000 words or less, and must contain the prompt to be counted for the challenge. You’re not required to post it in order to “win” the challenge, but if you want it to count for your team, your story must be posted by Sunday at 11:59 PM ET, and you must include your team name.
Remember to scroll all the way to the bottom of the page and post your story as an “answer” to this question, not a “comment”. 🙂 You’re all doing such a great job! I’m so proud of all the stories you’ve posted.
Happy Writing!
We’re so glad that you participated Juli! 🙂
Team 1
Chicken and the Egg
Sheila pounded against the walls of her new prison. She did not know where she was. Everything around her was dark.
She had seen no one since being put here. She heard no one.
The only good thing that could be said about her prison was that it was warm, and in a weird way, comfortable. Or perhaps that was the madness of solitary confinement cocooning her in, protecting her from despair.
She pounded the walls again, calling out, “Hello!”
No one answered, but the wall moved. Curious, she pressed against it. With a crack, a trail of light seeped through in lightning shaped lines.
She pushed harder. Pounding, pounding, pounding, and then she saw the light.
She emerged into a big world, and felt ever so small. It was like entering the world of giants.
Giant birds.
Around her their were baby chicks with little grey and featherless heads popping from their eggs. And that was when she noticed the substance of her own prison. A creamy, broken shell. She had been in an egg.
Oh no, she thought, stretching her wings and feeling for the first time her beak clack in hunger.
The wizard had turned her into a baby chicken.
To break the spell she would need to learn something new about love or someone would have to save her with love.
You would think it would be easy to break a spell when love was the antidote, but somehow it never seemed to work out like that. The human condition being what it was and all. A kiss was not enough. That was just a symbol used for storybooks.
Instead their was always some sort of pain. Some sort of sacrifice. An action that she would need to perform, in love, to break this spell.
And so, she set out to look for it.
Learning to walk as a chick was quite easy, getting anywhere with Mama Hen watching wasn’t. Sheila was quickly herded back to the nest to be fed and put to bed under the soft feathery body of Mama.
Everyday Sheila tried to make her escape, but mother hens are better than wardens. She kept Sheila in firm check.
Thankfully chickens grow up fast. It wasn’t long before Sheila was a young hen. With mama being preoccupied with a new batch of chicks, she planned her escape.
Little did she know someone else was planning too. And that night as she slid out, a fox slid into the hen house. She just out the door when the frantic clucks of Mama Hen resounded through her ears.
Her first instinct was to flee, before she was brought back to the hen house, but the sound of that cry wasn’t the same as a chick gone missing. And soon the whole hen house was up in arms.
Her heart sank, and she ran back into the hen house, but she was too late. The fox fled from her, and she scooped Mama Hen into her now human arms, crying just as if she had lost her real mother.
“And what have you learned?” The wizard’s voice said from behind her.
“Always be grateful for love. No matter where it comes from,” Sheila replied.
She didn’t turn around. She knew the wizard wouldn’t be their when she did.
When the new prompt arrive, my first thought is, Oh no! What am I going to write to make that work? But the Holy Spirit ALWAYS shows up and I get an idea every time. It amazes me. Thanks for a thought provoking six weeks.