April 2019 Blog Battle
Rachael’s word this month is:
You can start writing at any time, but make sure you post your story by the 30th of the month to have your story shared here and on social media.
Once you’ve posted your story to your blog, put a link to it in the comments section, HERE and Rachael will add your story to the Battle Stories Line-up post.
Make sure to check back and read some of the stories of your fellow battlers. Leave comments to encourage these writers, and share each other’s stories!
The Prompt Word will be given the First Tuesday of Every Month.
Post your story by the 30th of the Same Month.
- 1000 words max (give or take a few)
- fictional tale (or true if you really want)
- Any genre that fits within PG-13 (or less) Content – let’s keep this family friendly!
- Your story must contain the randomly chosen word(s) and/or be centered around the word meaning in a way that shows it is clearly related.
- Go for the entertainment value!
- Put a link back to your #BlogBattle Short Story in the comments section
- Please tweet and otherwise share your battler buddies’ stories across social media.
- Use the hashtag #BlogBattle when tweeting all the stories so we can cross-share.
- Have fun!
Any photos included with the prompt are only for your benefit as a pinch of inspiration. They don’t need to dictate your theme or story genre. Only the Word of the Month counts! Photos are thanks to various photographers from Unsplash.com
Our Entry for this months #BlogBattle
I am stuck, pinned to my bed.
I cannot move, cannot wake from the nightmare
The shift between time zones
Lifetimes I know myself with changing faces
I have travelled through the First World War
Been shot at. Caught in the tide of my ever-changing world
I watch the change in fashion
New technology, old newsreels play out
The king dies a new queen is crowned
I watch the nightmare killings of Jack the Ripper
The smell of blood lingers, the metal taste stuck to my lips
Is there no sunshine in this nightmare?
I have seen the dark face of a world gone by
Travelled through the ancient world
They too have horrors. Their wars, starving people on their streets
Have we managed to change so little?
To die now would leave me stuck
in one of these worlds, I was never meant to visit
Where is my wife, my children to wake me?
Jumping on the bed. Breakfast dad,
Get up, the morning eulogy
God, please let them wake me in my own world
Let the time be seven thirty, the year 2019
May all yesterdays remain where they belong
I hear their feet running and feel the shift as they jump on the bed
My eyes open, I am safe, back in my own world…