#SwiftFicFriday – Week 31 Prompt

#SwiftFicFriday – Week 31 Prompt

Welcome to the new and improved word sprint writing prompt series – #SwiftFicFriday!

After some feedback and more consideration, I’m updating the rules to give more people a chance to participate! Instead of 30 minutes or just an hour, I’m opening the prompt up to FOUR hours: 8:30PM-12:30AM on the east coast.

Other things to keep in mind:

– Include social media links/handles/anything you want to promote (Twitter, FB, etc) & word count in the comment with your submission.
– Submission must be between 150-300 words.
– All stories are property of the authors.
Winner will be determined via reader votes over the weekend.

Ready, set, write!

Prompt: Don’t know about you, but because of COVID-19, people in my neck of the woods have been instructed to practice social distancing and stay home as much as possible. When I’m stuck at home, one of the things I find myself doing is listening to the same song on repeat throughout the day. Since it’s been stuck in my head, I bring you this song as this week’s inspiration!

Happy writing!

4 thoughts on “#SwiftFicFriday – Week 31 Prompt

  1. Interesting song. It’s been a long week for me as well with COVID-19. The constant shifting plans in my clinic are…challenging. It’s kinda showing I think, with the rather dark bent this took. Anyway, coming in at 203 words, I give you –

    Black Widow

    She strode down the street, tall black stiletto boots punctuating the stares and catcalls with quick taps on the concrete sidewalk. Those were easy to ignore, though. Harder were the occasional attempts to grab her ass. For those, they forced her to break her cool façade with a sharp look. Sure, she had a pair of slim daggers tucked into the top of her boots, but blood had a way of staining her clothes and she’d just bought the white mini skirt that left an ample expanse of toned, tan thigh between the hem and the boots.
    As she passed a construction site, something—no, someone—caught her attention. A sandy blond in a black t-shirt with dirt smeared down both arms and sweat beading on his forehead. She arched an eyebrow at him and tilted her head just so. As she knew would happen, he dropped everything to follow her.


    With a sigh, she got up and got dressed, smoothing the slight wrinkles from her skirt. As she zipped her boots, she glanced back at the bed. He looked so much like he was sleeping. Well, except for all the blood. She retrieved her daggers, pleased she spared her clothes. This time.

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