Writing Challenge RESULTS – November 2018

It’s that time again – get ready for some brand new writing! This month’s image was a photograph of the moon. Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter – it was a challenge in itself to choose our favourites from the variety of fantastic stories and poems.

Inspired to write? Check out December’s writing challenge!


Just a Phase by WJane Swan

You couldn’t make it up. They caught the guy who did it through his username in the online astronomy group. OK, before D.I. Zangpo joined the force, he was a Buddhist monk, right? So in the monastery they lived by the phases of the moon; New Moon, fasting and silence, 8th Day, Tara prayers and so on. Well, the D.I. noticed that all the offences were committed a few days after the full moon. Now, what’s that phase of the moon called? It’s called “waning gibbous”. So that’s how he nailed the perp. From checking out the astro-group members’ usernames – Wayning Gibbus!


A Brooding Moon by Steph Newham

There’s something crazy going on. The Staff Nurses’ Hostel is electrically charged. We give a collective sigh. The full moon’s waning; time for Dr Whites and sanitary belts. Boyfriends absent themselves; men faint at the sight of blood, they’re not used to seeing it. So why do we expect anything different from them? But we’re used to blood. Blood pumping from bodies, seeping from burst infusion bags; drip-dripping from a picked scab; draining tension. Our work, our own bodies bathe us in blood.

We eat ice-cream from tubs, gaze up at the mythical man glowing through un-curtained windows. We discuss the rhythm method, compare our lunar peaks while the moon and our hormones are in synch. We nurses, connected to the moon by our bloodied hormones, brood.


Moony-Eyed by Deborah Redden

Two elderly women sat in a bustling cafe, the plodding chords of ‘Sugar, Sugar’ taunting their ears, and the glare of midday sun making comfort impossible. ‘Course, my Bill sez it’s all a hoax,’ said the larger of the two, taking a healthy bite of a brimming cream bun and pushing the plate of similar fare toward her friend who sat opposite. ‘Sez, there’s no way a Man can land on the moon, and all those films were made in a Hollywood studio.’

‘Can’t say I’d agree, Aggie,’ said the other, her eyes full of mischief, her hands fumbling over a lemon-yellow fancy with a dark chocolate drizzle that dripped over the edges, plopping unto the table with an audible ‘plip’. ‘But, I do know this, I’ll not say no to looking at that Kennedy once or twice more! Thank God for the old Telly-Box, eh?’


Just a Taste by Laura Mason

I ran my finger over the smooth flesh, before gently teasing the skin with me tongue. A smile played across my lips, how long it had been since I had done this? I gripped the flesh firmly in my hand as my tongue slid across my canines, I opened my mouth as sunk my teeth in, my mouth salivating as the skin broke, and me bite sank farther in. Pulling away, I gazed at the apple in my hand. “Man, these taste so much better than I remember!”


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November’s prompt photograph. Copyright Kerrie McKinnel 2018.

Writing Challenge – November 2018

The nights are drawing in, the weather is getting colder … what else is there to do EXCEPT write?! I’d planned to go down the conventional ‘fireworks’ route for this month’s prompt, but while looking for something suitable I came across some photographs of the moon, taken around bonfire night last year. Let’s see where it takes you!

Get your pens and keyboards ready …


Writing Challenge – November 2018

In 100 words or less, write a story or poem inspired by this photograph.

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Full moon. Photograph copyright Kerrie McKinnel 2018.

Entry Details, Terms and Conditions

  • To enter, simply add your entry as a comment on this blog post or on our Facebook post, or email it to kerrie_mckinnel@hotmail.com. Entries will be accepted until midnight, Friday 30th November 2018.
  • There is no prize or winner – it’s just for fun! All entries will be read by at least one member of Lockerbie Writers group, and their favourites will be published on this blog and/or on Facebook. Entries will be judged on criteria including originality, plot, and enjoyment.
  • The challenge is open to everyone, including members of Lockerbie Writers.
  • Entries should be fictional, maximum 100 words, based on the prompt. You can enter as many times as you like. All entries must be the entrant’s original work, must not infringe on the rights of any other parties, and should not contain anything which might be considered offensive. Lockerbie Writers reserves the right to remove any entries/comments which they decide do not meet any of these conditions.
  • By entering, you agree to allow Lockerbie Writers to publish your entry on this blog and on their Facebook page. You will retain the copyright to your work.
  • If you have any questions, please get in touch!

Writing Challenge RESULTS – October 2018

Well, this was a good choice of prompt! It seems as if everyone had fun responding to this photograph of a wedding-themed chocolate. (Click here to read the original post.) Thank you to everyone who took the time to enter.

Here is a selection box of our favourites for your enjoyment. Prepare yourself for some sweet writing … puns intended!

Inspired to write? Click here to see November’s prompt!


The Black and the White by Laura Mason

Among the sea of colourful clothes The Black stood out with The White

From the past to the present, no distance to far. The Black and The White Brought them Together.

Long lost friends and families forgotten. The Black and The White Joined Them Together.

Laughing children with new friendships made. The Black and The White Binding Them Together.

Dancing through the night, from the first to the last. The Black and The White Are Bound Forever.


Catch my Good Side by Deborah Redden

You shouldn’t have ate those last three bars of chocolate, Michelle – that’s what I said to myself at my last dress fitting, when it wouldn’t go passed my knees and my back resembled a pleated fan. Not that I have a fiancé anymore. He left at the fifteen stone mark … with my best friend, actually. Said that I was a fat old cow, and that he and Sandra were off to the Maldives to be wed. I wished them good luck. I’m still having my day though. Nobody’s gonna take that from me.

Ned thinks I’m beautiful. ‘Don’t mind meat on a woman,’ he says, when I tell him I’m carrying weight. Still, I don’t think he realises I have nearly thirty stone of it. S’pose that’s the beauty in his blindness! And he’s an old codger after all, so I won’t have to put up with him long. Marriage is a small price to pay for all that money.


The Beginning by Laura Mason

Your touch to my skin made me shiver,

No matter how much had passed,

I knew that this would be forever.

The cool metal slid over my finger,

Your smile, the light in your eyes,

Giving me a delightful shiver.

I watched the words form on your lips,

It was time to say “I do”

Our vows binding us together,

I closed my eyes as you leaned in for that final kiss,

No longer alone, and forever us.

Our life could finally begin.


Melting Moments by Rita Dalgliesh

My love on sight is a Turkish Delight,

We share this Galaxy; orbit Mars, the Milky Way,

Aero space and Magic Stars … tis sweet destiny.

He’s got no time For ‘er or ‘o’ cher… just me

As a Fruit and Nut case I’m loved no less.

Nuptial options: maybe Bournville, The Maltesers

or Triangles of Toblerone? Cause we’re Bounty wed.


There’s Whispas a Topic; look! Our Caramac’s here.

White, dark, milk, plane, Roses cover Picnic pews

A cleric Crunchies, Munchies throughout our service.

Afterwards the Celebrations, brave Heroes devour;

Twirls amid Revels.  Bopping like Dunking Dipsticks

We writhe; Ripple and Flake, left on our own,

And Melting Moments linger on.


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