Writing Challenge

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Writing Challenge

Writing Challenge

A few months ago, there was a thread by Wreebo, I think, where you have 6 minutes to come up with a random story, and I thought I'd do one like that again! So this time, the challenge is:

6 minutes

The prompt is: Pink Rocking Chair (Incorporate it any way you want)

Stay in the CB, so no searching things up on the web

If you normally write in a certain genre/genres, write something in a different genre.

Like they said in the earlier thread, this is a challenge, not a contest, so the "rules" are just to make it more fun.

Here is the link to the other thread: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/482576  

submitted by Caroline
(August 24, 2021 - 10:32 am)

As I'm reemerging into the CB for another project, I thought it'd be hilarious if I popped in just to do this, with no proper reintroduction.

The detective squinted at the scene. Their assistant was rushing about, hurriedly pressing a magnifying glass to every surface they could. The assistant had spent the last few minutes dusting for prints; now locating every small scratch they could was their newest obsession.

The detective cleared their throat, causing the assistant to fumble about with the magnifying glass, flinging it onto the floor. "It had to be the florist." The detective insisted, pacing back and forth in front of a fireplace. The assistant shook her head wildly. "The florist? I say it was the painter." 

The detective just shook his head, turning to look about the scene once more. "A stolen box, and all that's left on the scene is a coin. Therefore, we convict the one with the motive to-." 

It was now the assistant's turn to shake her head, reaching forward and carefully lifting the hearthside rocking chair up to reveal its bottom. On the rockers were a splatter of bright pink paint.

"The painter, sir, and no other option." 

submitted by Icy, age 17, The Forest
(August 27, 2021 - 10:53 pm)
submitted by tippity
(August 27, 2021 - 11:05 pm)

I really don't know what the inspiration for this one was - it just sort of - came to me. This also needs a lot of work to be up to story standard, but, here it is any way! 


I looked from where I was lying on the floor up to a shadow of a human figure hovering above me. It was probably just an illusion. An unreal image. A hallucination. All were different words the multiple doctors I saw used to describe my illness. If it was an illness. Nobody really knows, not even I. Ever since I saw Them, my world has changed.

They had been sitting on a perfectly neon pink chair, arms crossed and staring at me blankly. They had told me a storm was coming.

The only thing was, I saw them in a dream. But the dream had been real. I had been able to feel my hands touching the smooth fabric of the chair, heard the chirps of birds outside. Every detail of that encounter I remembered. And ever since then, I have been different. Ever since then, I have been waiting for the storm. 

Ever since then, I had been deemed crazy. 

If only I could get back somehow. 


submitted by Neverseen , age She/Her, On a Perilous Journey
(August 31, 2021 - 3:32 pm)