My compilation of Write To Rank contest prompts for 2023.
Nine rounds of different prompts to challenge our writing skills. Each round becomes harder with more expected of us. It's a fun contest, if you're not participating this year, make sure to k...
"Orange represents the growing power of the sun as it warms the earth to prepare for new growth in the spring. The orange belt is starting to feel his body and mind open and develop."
Prompt: You are tasked with a covert mission deep behind enemy lines. Soon things take a turn for the worse, what happened? You can use any characters and any setting as long as it's action-packed. Oh, and you can only write in an active voice.
Total Word Count: 750 (minimum) and 800 (max).
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"It's been thirty minutes, Lorcan. Where is he?"
Sloane was irritated. As soon as she and Lorcan landed, he quickly gathered the parachute and stashed it in the bushes to hide it. They hurried out of the open area and took cover behind the trees.
She walked around, taking in their surroundings, and couldn't find anything other than trees.
"Where are we?"
"Shh!"
She turned at the sound of Lorcan's panicked tone and noticed bushes rustling in the distance.
"What is it?"
"Get over here!"
Sloane hurried over to Lorcan, ducking down behind him.
Her movement gave away their position. Shots rang out and Sloane screamed, covering her head.
"What the hell is going on?!" She screamed over the sound of bullets flying.
Lorcan ignored her and focused on the enemies approaching.
"Sloane, can you hear me?"
Her boss's voice came through her ear comm.
Relieved to hear her boss, Sloane responded without hesitation.
"Oh my god, where are you?! You said you were ten minutes out!"
"I'm sorry, Sloane, I didn't realize just how far off course the plane was. You're across enemy lines, we can't come to you. You're on your own."
"I'm what?!" She exclaimed, jumping up in haste.
"Sloane! Get down!" Lorcan demanded.
He gripped her wrist and tugged her down to the ground.
"He says we're behind enemy lines." She gripped Lorcan's shoulders and forcefully turned him to face her. "Enemy lines, Lorcan! What does he mean by enemy lines?!"
Lorcan pulled a gun from his waist and handed it to her.
"It's exactly what it sounds like. Now, pull it together and get ready to run."
She slowly took the gun, looking at it in disbelief.
