Can You Tell A Story In…

Last Friday, I announced I was changing my Thursday five-word challenge. I thought it was about time I mixed things up a bit. So you’ll find a different word challenge here every Thursday. Here’s your first one:

Can you tell a story up to 100 words (you can still write a five-word one if you want!), using the following three words:

  • LOVE
  • WARDROBE
  • DANGEROUS

Your word last week was RENT. Here are your RENTED stories:

Christine Mallaband-Brown:

Generation rent? Overpriced and stuck!

Rent your own burger scheme!

Cost of living, rent disaster!

He w(rent) his clothes apart?

007 rented his Aston Martin!

Rent me a bed! Sleepy.

Ruth Scribbles:

Head space for rent here!

Kim Smyth:

I have no rent anymore.

My kids are still renting.

Paying rent is wasted money.

Trent’s World:

I can’t pay the rent.

Love for rent, dirt cheap.

It was rent wide open.

Ajay Simon Richard:

Job implies certificates on rent.

Lance Greenfield:

Esther’s prompt: gift for Trent!

Rent from top to bottom.

Live in my heart: rent-free.

Swept away by strong current.

I’m proud to be different.

Parenting is not always easy.

Experienced naked butler for rent.

Definition of ‘recurrent’: see ‘recurrent’.

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31 responses to “Can You Tell A Story In…”

  1. I have no love for my wardrobe. When I was younger, my clothes were close to dangerous because I’d rather be near-naked than hot. And I had the figure for them. Now my clothes look old and frumpy…like me. But fear not dear readers, I’m working on it. Losing weight, getting more fit, and ordering more stylish clothes from a cheap clothing site will have me sporting dazzling duds before no time! Soon I’ll be back to bright, stylish, sexy clothing like well-fitting jeans and flirty tops. I don’t know about “dangerous” but hope to turn a head or two. 😉

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    1. That’s super! Love it 😍

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      1. Thanks, but I forgot to count my words! Am I good?

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      2. Exactly 100 words! So that’s great!

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      3. How the heck did I do that without even trying?? It’s a miracle!

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      4. Or just fantastic perception!

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      5. Maybe, but I just got lucky I’m sure!

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  2. I love my dangerous wardrobe.

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    1. 😂😂 Love that you’ve kept to the five words! I’m now intrigued by your wardrobe!

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      1. Ha ha ha – I’m intrigued too!

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    2. 😉☺️❤️

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    3. That’s brilliant!
      A five word story that includes all three prompt words.
      Who would have thought it possible?

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      1. Oops! That was meant to be a comment on Ruth’s genius five-word story.

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      2. Thank you!! I love doing that!

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  3. A 5-word story came to mind. A longer story is oozing out of me as I walk the dog.
    I’ll post it later.

    Dangerous love tryst inside wardrobe

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      1. Draws the reader right in!
        I hope…

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  4. The old wooden wardrobe was getting dangerous! I loved it, standing against the chimney brest, but I had noticed some tiny holes on its surface. Woodworm? Deathwatch beetle? Who knows, the house was as old as the wardrobe!
    Of course I’d filled it with stuff over the years, badminton racquets, hockey sticks, toy trains, a kagool. Stuff that wouldn’t be called dangerous, just weighty. But that was the problem. I was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, drinking coffee, deciding whether to move the wardrobe when…. Creak! The woodworm had eaten through the floor, the wardrobe was now DOWNSTAIRS!

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    1. I love it! That’s a great story 😍

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      1. Stretched my imagination a bit!

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  5. I am sweating under the pile of clothes.
    I am invisible in the darkness.
    The floorboards groan as he searches the bedroom, muttering.

    He is dangerous.
    If he finds me, he will hurt me again.
    Yet I yearn for his comforting cuddles.

    He really cares.
    He is purifying me.
    He loves me.
    Is that wrong?
    Is that false love?

    Silence!

    I am safe.
    I breathe.

    I sigh.

    The wardrobe door creaks open.
    I shrink into the corner
    The clothes part.
    The pain of his grip on my ankle is intense.
    He is too strong.
    Struggling is futile.

    “Please sir! No!”

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    1. Wow! So powerful.

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      1. Thanks Esther.
        I’m getting into flash and micro fiction.
        Your latest book has taken me up a notch.
        I may even get placed in a competition sometime soon. 😉

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      2. I’m sure you will with writing like that 😊

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  6. […] A 100 word story from a new Esther prompt, here […]

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    SexagenarianScribbler

    I suppose It was only a matter of time before I’d find myself hiding in a wardrobe when a husband arrived home unexpectedly; your typical scenario from a bedroom farce finally became my reality.
    I could tell you I was in love with the female in question,, but that would be a lie. I’d committed a cardinal sin and she was just one of many; just think ‘Confessions of A Window Cleaner,.my line of work offered those very same opportunities .

    Talk about living dangerously, I could imagine the headlines;

    Parishioners up in arms as vicar caught with pants down….

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    1. Love it! This is super, Val 😁

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        SexagenarianScribbler

        Thanks Esther, this new challenge is right up my street…

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