Wendy Knight, Author

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

OneHundred Word Wednesday--It was Just for One Night

OneHundred Word Wednesday time again!! This week's prompt is:

It was just for one night

It was just for one night. A lifetime of memories were made in those short hours, but now I can only watch him from a distance. He’s as beautiful as ever—the accident didn’t scar him, except for the pain in his eyes. I wish I could tell him that he’d given me a gift, that I could protect him now in a way I never could before.

But I can’t tell him. Guardian angels aren’t allowed to talk to their charges. All I can do is spread my wings and block him from the pain of a dark world.

Now see how everyone else did it!

Canda Mortensen
Jenna Eatough
Starimprint

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

100 Word Wednesday--Reluctantly, he handed over the key

I have been MIA for about a month because I've started these awesome new meds for my lupus, but they make me super sleepy. So...I slept. For about a month ;) BUT I'm back and here's my post for 100 word Wednesday. Don't forget to check out how the other authors did it!

The Prompt:

Reluctantly he handed over the key

Here's my take:

Reluctantly he handed over the key. “Are you sure you want to know what’s on the other side of that door? It hasn’t been opened for centuries.”

She nodded grimly. “This tomb holds my ancestors. That means it might hold the answers to saving my son. I don’t care if there are demons on the other side of that door, for him, I’ll face them.”

She didn’t know he loved her. It didn’t matter—for her, he would face demons, too. Or whatever else might be waiting for them.

Raising his holy water, he nodded as she turned the key.

Now see how everyone else did it!

Canda Mortensen
Jenna Eatough
Starimprint

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

In all the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never once called this place my home.

It's WonHundred Word Wednesday!!! I missed last week because I was gone, like, 99.99999 percent of the time and when I was home, I was trying desperately to sleep. BUT. But it's a new week and I was determined to not be a slacker. Without further ado, here is our prompt:

In all the years I’ve lived here, I’ve never once called this place my home.

I’m not supposed to be here. My doppelganger tricked me. When she died, she dragged me straight to hell. She’s the evil one. Not me.

I stare around me at all the misery, grief, regret. Everything that was wrong on earth is wrong here, but here there is no joy, excitement or hope. They feed on each other, these demons with no love. I hide in the shadows and wait until I can fight my way back to earth. Because I still have love, hope, faith. As long as I hold on to those, I will never belong here.

Now see how everyone else did it!

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

It's the time again. One prompt. Seventeen Authors. One-hundred word story. Here's this week's prompt:

The Truth About Love Is...

And here's my take on it:

“Do you really have to go?” he asked as she slid out of his embrace and backed away from him, her hand trailing feather-light along his arm, her touch like frozen air. Her eyes were sad as they turned toward the window, toward the rising sun. That look told him all he needed to know.

She faded slowly from sight, until there was nothing left of her, and he prayed with everything he had that she’d escape hell the next night and find her way to his arms. The truth about love is—it’s more powerful than even death.

Now see how everyone else did it!

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

WonHundred Word Wednesday

I've been slacking this week. I forgot to post my Meet the Character--and it was a good one (hint: ARISTON!). And I totally forgot about our 100 word story until late last night, when my sweet Angie reminded me. Thank goodness for Angie! SO. Here is my story, right on time :)

The prompt: There's a box in the attic that isn't yours.

My take:

We buried my grandparents that morning, and since the rest of my family is highly dysfunctional, I was left to go through their things and see if there was anything worth saving.

Memories. Memories are worth saving.

My sweet boyfriend came to keep me company. He wiped away my tears as I sobbed over memories. Memories worth saving.

“Hey, what’s that box?” he asked.

“It isn’t mine.” I said.

He got down on one knee to retrieve the box, then held it toward me. The diamond sparkled. “It could be, if you say yes.

Now go see how everyone else did it!