June Monthly Challenge

First the winner of last month’s challenge!

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And the winner is Esther!

In my country, the crown can only be won through victory in battle.
Since the days when Athelwyn Firstking slew the great Ebenwyrm, the heirs of his bloodline have fought a dragon to claim his throne and crown.
That is, until my own father was slain in combat with the dragon. Then the Council of Three took the scepter of Athelwyn away from my family, claiming that my father’s blood had polluted our line. Had made us weak, and unfit to rule. Not that they ever fought any dragons.
But I know the truth. I know the truth that my father taught me—that not all the dragons are evil, but that the council controls them through the mystic power of the Aegstan.
And I know the truth my mother taught me—that my father would not have died if the Council of Three had not poisoned him.
And so I fought the dragon who the council set before me, throwing their lies of weakness into the rubbish heap. And I split into pieces the aegstycce which controlled it, releasing its mind from the Council’s will, and it realized we were allies against the Council’s tyranny.
And so with my new ally at my back, I take Athelwyn’s crown in victory.
And the Council can do naught but watch.

Now for June’s prompt.

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You have 100-250 words to write a short story/scene that goes with this picture. You have until June 30th to submit your scene in the comments below. I’ll announce the winner in July.  Anyone can enter, but keep your entries clean. No swearing, no gore or sensuality. Have fun!

April Prompt Challenge

At the beginning of March, I posted a prompt challenge for a complete scene instead of just a caption. Behold the prompt:

And the winner isKatherine H!

I carried the flag that day.

There were riots in the street, as there had always been. There were police everywhere, as there had always been. There were people hurt that day, as there had always been.

But this day was different, because today, I carried the flag.

I carried it proudly, my head held high, my chest puffed out, while my feet steadily beat the staccato notes I had dreamed about for years.

They followed behind, the true, the loyal the brave.

And we marched on.

The days would go on as they always had, but throughout the years to come I could look back on that day.

I carried the flag that day.

I carried the flag for freedom.

You have 100-250 words to write a short story/scene that goes with this picture. You have until April 30th to submit your scene in the comments below. I’ll announce the winner in March.  Anyone can enter, but keep your entries clean. No swearing, no gore or sensuality. Have fun!