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Crime Story Prompts & Competition

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Have an idea for a short crime story? Or fancy writing one but stuck for inspiration? Why not try one of these 10 inspiring  (and free!) creative crime / mystery writing prompts from “Build Creative Writing Ideas” – Here’s number 1 – click below to read 9 more:

1. You wake up to find a post-it note attached to your forehead. This note is a clue that leads you to another clue somewhere in your house. Your roommates claim ignorance but decide that they’ll help you to solve the mystery. One clue continues to lead to another, where will it end?

Then why not enter this Crime Short Story Competition at Writers-Online – click below to see how to enter – Good Luck!

“You think that crime doesn’t pay? It can do, if you win this month’s crime story competition which invites short stories about crime – any crime. Your story can be about murder, theft, twocking, parking on double yellow lines, phishing, computer fraud, or any other offence. Whatever crime you choose, make it pay by winning first prize.”

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Long Lost Lady by Kate Simpson

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Thanks to Open Age member Kate Simpson for sharing another wonderful piece of her writing – this time something quite magical to reflect upon about ageing and youth…..

LONG LOST LADY

There was a time when I used to look in the mirror and a young girl stared back at me. I do wonder where she has gone. Is she hiding behind it? Or maybe she is in another mirror. One day I tried searching for her. I took down all the mirrors in the house examined them thoroughly but no sign. Where are you I cried? The silence haunted me like the ghost of a forgotten age. I moved the furniture looked under beds even in the garden shed. No sign. Finally I started to ask the meter reader, the postman. Who both looked at me rather strangely but said nothing. I rang my best friend and on my asking “have you seen the lady in the mirror?” She asked me if I had seen my doctor lately. I have to admit I was so affronted by this I slammed the phone down. Needless to say I had no intention of seeing anybody let alone a doctor. I became a recluse. I was too busy in my search to entertain visitors. Dust settled on the furniture except for the mirrors which were polished daily. In case a speck of dirt hid my long lost lady. Even eating became an unnecessary chore. Occasionally cold baked beans sufficed eaten straight from the can of course. Water straight from the tap (I was too busy in my quest to boil the kettle). So it was back to the mirror. This time I spoke to all of them in the house. I pleaded and pleaded. Where has she gone? Each day I repeated my question and continued to do so until I was old and blind. It was only then I looked and there she was. Young and beautiful once more.

© Kate Simpson

Silent Night by Kate Simpson

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Thank you to Kate Simpson – one of our Open Age Creative Writing members – for sharing this delightful piece of writing about a fond memory. It conjures up all the senses so beautifully: touch, smell, taste, sight and sound. What an inspiring piece!

We hope it will incite you to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboards, to write about a precious memory of your own!

Silent Night

One of the sights I most liked looking at in the world was watching babies asleep in their cots,  fingers curled. Whilst a certain scent of baby powder wrapped round their tiny bodies seemed to be the sweetest smell.

What were their dreams I wondered. Their breathing quiet – innocent of the worries of adulthood. Insomnia only came when colic or hunger struck.

Then I would pick them up and cuddle their warm bodies stroking away their pain lulling back to sleep.  With reluctance laying them gently back in their cot. I would stay and once again marvel at their innocence.

This breath-taking sight has never left me and is etched on my memory forever. It is more precious than pearls, more gorgeous than gold, more sensuous than silver.

© Kate Simpson

 

 

 

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