This is it! The moment you have been waiting for. The runners have taken their marks…the starter’s pistol is raised high and straight…AND we are off!
Your THREE prompts for Battle Tales V: Battle Harder:
- A familiar song heard in an unexpected place
- A piece of advice from a stranger
- A traveller departing
And now it’s up to you. Maybe you’ve already plotted a narrative and can integrate the prompts effortlessly. Maybe you’re starting from scratch, following an unidentified protagonist (or antagonist, it’s your choice) until the story starts. Maybe you’re starting with a song, or some wisdom passed along, or a destination. Your story must incorporate all THREE prompts but after that, it’s all you. Use them as a jumping off point, use them as a conclusion, use them in passing or use them as your primary proposition. Use them creatively or use them passively, but be sure to use them in a way that blow our judge’s mind.
Perhaps Ray is at the airport, waiting in line at the café for a coffee before his flight. The woman behind him, someone’s grandmother based on a barely overheard conversation at security, was humming Kendirck Lamar’s “Alright.” She tugged at his sleeve to catch his attention. “Try the French roast,” she said, “it’s delicious”
Or something more tense, like Mal’s first job. Fixer Joe, his prison connection who thought he had the makings of a great second story man, recommended him. It was a four-man crew and the wiry guy with too much nervous energy was doing all the talking. The mark was going out of town, leaving tonight. Mal leaned back in his chair and could hear the big guy behind him, a boxer by the look of him, saying something under his breath. Mal tuned the talker out as much as he could until he heard the big man mumbling the lyrics to “You’re So Vain.” He saw Mal and stopped, raised his shades and told him straight up “Don’t trust this fool.”
Or maybe it was the three days and four connecting flights that finally brought them all here. The kids were on their bests for the entire trip in anticipation of this moment. She saved for more than a year since she first took the children to see the movie, splurging only on the soundtrack and DVD. It was all worth it. They were primed to explode. The kid at the ticket booth told her the first show of the day was always the best. The snowman, two princesses and twenty dancers were bounding onto stage. Jamie, five, was squirming like she had to pee. Henrietta, who goes by Hank and had turned 4 last month, was holding her breath like a deep-sea diver. The lights dimmed and the silent expectancy was broken immediately as Metallica’s “Master of Puppets” exploded from the speakers.
And these…are not good. YOU can do much better. We exit the arena and leave it to you, THE WORTHY, to battle harder. But it must be a fair fight, so the rules, the regulations and the glory can be found HERE! GOOD LUCK, MIGHTY BATTLERS!!!