3-sentence stories: Day 1

[xfirefly9x]

Welcome to Worderlands' latest challenge: 3-sentence stories.

For this month’s challenge, things are going to be a little different. Instead of word count goals and providing you with a question or three each day, I’ll be providing a prompt word.

The challenge: Write a three-sentence story that involves the prompt and share it in the comments! The prompt doesn’t have to be used with the precise wording - just make sure it’s clear the prompt has inspired the piece.

There's no deadline on these stories, though sooner is better if you'd like others involved in the event to read and comment.

Day 1: Painting the sky

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[guildrone]

Sun and moon in its wake, the serpent’s wings swallowed the sky.

Heavens sweltered with anticipation. Earth shuddered with dread.

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Hi again, worderlands; my breath’s been bated for this week! (I say, having accidentally slept in this morning/afternoon to start things off…)

Prompt aside, this specific little number also takes a cue from some Pokémon-related plans of mine—I anticipate my backlog to provide further reference throughout the rest of the week, in any case XD

[xfirefly9x]

Love it! The imagery and the buildup to whatever is going to happen...

Looking forward to reading more of your stories! XD

[guildrone]

Thanks a bunch; I hope you enjoy!

Chicago Med, Dean/Hannah

[helsinkibaby]

There's something relaxing, Dean thinks, about a day like today: dark clouds painting the sky, fat drops of rain rolling down the window panes, nowhere to go and no-one to see. He sits on his couch, a book in one hand, the other playing with Hannah's hair as she dozes with her head on his knees. His gaze moves, every so often, to her rounded stomach, the tiny movements making him smile and marvel simultaneously and he knows that there is nowhere else he would rather be.

Re: Chicago Med, Dean/Hannah

[xfirefly9x]

Cute! Love that kind of mood.
♥

[xfirefly9x]

They weren't meant to paint the sky, but they had all that blood leftover after the massacre, and what else were they meant to do with it? None of them liked the idea of wasting it. The red blended in so well with the puffy white clouds too.

[zenigotchas]

Ohhhhhh nightmare fuel. Look at that, these enemies are CLEARLY not human (if I'm understanding it right....)...

Love it. Love some horror.

[zenigotchas]

"I see you're painting the sky. Are you an artist?" I can overhear a voice call to me while I'm desperately trying to capture the soft sight before me with my paints, drops of blue and black dripping off the edges of the paper.

I am so desperate in this moment, my heart feels ready to leap out of my throat but it would surely fall back in as fast as it had left, for I am just a limited human being.

"I'm not the one painting the sky," I said, my gaze fixated on the flock of pigeons flying before us, "They are."

Red vs Blue ; Tucker & Carolina ; G

[erinm_4600]

"How am I supposed to paint trees when there are no trees for reference?" Tucker groaned as he lowered the brush.

"You don't know what a tree looks like?" Carolina replied with a smirk as she dipped her brush in the paint again.

"This is so stupid," he muttered as the brush swiped against the blue surface.

“Super Mario Bros.”, Luigi & Mario

[supermario128]

Luigi loved his brother—he truly, deeply did—but that didn’t stop Mario from driving him up the wall sometimes, not one bit. Even if the celebratory fireworks lighting up the sky were very pretty, that didn’t stop Luigi from shaking Mario like a maraca and yelling at him for just running off like that, what was he thinking going after Princess Peach, was he hurt, what if something had happened—

And Mario just gave him that apologetic smile, and Luigi knew that it wasn’t going to be the last time he did something reckless like that again.

Burning Sky - Johannes Cabal

[dualscreen]

He could still picture it in his mind's eye: the Princess Hortense— war machine, false passenger cruiser, botched escape route— careening across the sky like an impending meteor and painting the Katamenian landscape with hues of reds, yellows, and soot-pitch blacks.

Cabal forced himself to confront the aeroship's burning wreckage... and the very low probability of any survivors.

The less rational part of him desperately hoped Miss Leonie Barrow had escaped anyway.