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 A: Herbert the Frog.
Not too happy with how this turned out, but I didn’t have the time to scrap it and start over. Critique welcome if there is anything worth salvaging here, lol.
Abishai Reborn
Dear Mickey,
The most peculiar thing has just happened. Well, not peculiar to us, for we are well aware of lesser-known laws within the laws of the kingdom. Nevertheless, I digress.
Perhaps you remember that little kid born last spring? I think you were back from your southern migration—on which I no longer go, since I was bound to my human. (I miss you dearly, by the way.) As I was saying, the little kid grew to be quite the character. My human named him Abishai —after one of the giant-slayer relatives of David— due to his agility and ability to sneak into places that one would have thought impossible for a buckling of his size. She adored the little guy, and he returned the affection. Often, he would run to meet her and do tricks for her. Oh, the little critter was beautiful, as well.
But you remember him.
You surely also remember that pathetic, heathen-sounding name that the other people called him — much to the disgust of my human who wanted him to have a good Bible name. I mean, he did kind of earn the name Hoodini when he insisted on walking right through fences that were supposed to be secure, but hey, sometimes grace is in order.
No doubt, you also remember the end of that bitter-sweet story —or what she thought was the end. As you recall, she had to say good-bye to the little fellow thinking she would never see him again.
Oh, yes, now this is the peculiar part.
You see, this spring another buckling was born who resembles the first quite a bit. Oh sure, his markings are different, yet his appearance, his personality… Already he plays with her, butting her fist with his little head as Abishai did last year, whom she had to give up. Indeed, this one is friendlier than the first! In a way, it is like her dear little Abishai has returned —as though he was born a second time.
Sometimes by accident she calls him Abishai, as she has not yet come up with a name for him. She has been too busy to research good Bible names for Billy goats. (You don’t happen to have any bright ideas, do you? I think she is wanting another giant-slayer name. You always were great at coming up with the most superb names —almost as delightful as yourself, my dear. I can’t wait for you to come back from your trip to the Deep South. I get kind of lonely sometimes when she forgets about me for a while. You know how it is with humans; they get so wrapped up in a the craziness of their lives that they forget to live. They forget the very meaning of Life.)
You know that lesser-known law of the kingdom, how often it is that when a thing is given up in surrender, more than could ever be imagined is given back. “Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over,” as Luke wrote by His direction in the sixth chapter of his gospel. Now it isn’t always fulfilled this way —the thing that was given up being returned in similar form, but it is no surprise to the likes of us.
Many other tidings of past things have come to this region as of late. Some, tidings of past trials given a second chance to overcome. Others, tidings of past blessings restored.
The dessert is blooming.
Lost things are being found.
Hope returns.
Life has come with healing in its wings.
To my dearly beloved beautiful parrot of brilliant pink plumage,
Your Jaylow, the technically invisible parrot.
(Though my human has seen some of the magnificence of my coat.)
P.S. I think she has figured out what we really are by now, though I doubt she has guessed my real name.
I like this concept. It sounds almost similar in style to C.S.Lewis’ Screwtape Letters but your story seems to be referring to angels perhaps? I think the beginning is good, there just doesn’t seem to be a conclusion? The last series of sentences before the signature to the letter didn’t seem to tie-in with the rest of the letter, at least not in a clear way. I didn’t understand the purpose of them. Still, if you do more with this I would be interested in reading it.
It was a bit rushed, that’s for sure. Jaylow was actually the name of the imaginary pet parrot I had when I was about 3 or 4… so this story has been a long time in the making! Some time later, I add to the story that one year in his migration trip to the south (the name Deep South is actually a country in one of my books I’m working on) he met Mickey and brought her back with him.
The content of the letter is based on some true occurrences from the last year or so.
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.