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...
"Red signifies the red-hot heat of the Sun as the plant continues growing toward it. As a red belt student acquires more detailed knowledge, just as the plant grows slowly toward the Sun, so the red belt student learns to be more cautious with his knowledge and physical abilities. Red is a sign of danger, and the red belt is beginning to become dangerous with their knowledge and abilities."
Prompt: Write a 3,000-word story.
Requirements: Must be a spin-off of a popular action-based fandom.
Show don't tell.
Word Count: 2900 (min) and 3000 (max).
Total Word Count:
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My name is Dove Winters and today was normal, until...
"I don't think this is our usual case." Ducky, the medical examiner said while looking over the body, pointing to the obvious lacerations and stab wounds.
"What do you mean, Dr. Mallard?" Jimmy Palmer, the assistant M.E. asked as he stood at Ducky's side soaking up everything he said.
Ducky began pointing and explaining.
"You see this wound here; it coincides with a stab wound but from what? It doesn't look like any knife blade I've ever seen?"
Jimmy looked closer and noticed the round puncture wound.
"An ice pick, maybe?"
Ducky's eyes never left the body as he lost himself in his thoughts. He'd seen these types of wounds before and if they were the same, he feared they were all in danger; only a small group of people would be able to help them.
"Maybe." He stood, pulling a rubber glove off with a snap. "But we won't know for sure until we're back at the lab. Let's get our friend here back to autopsy and see if we can figure this out." He looked at Gibbs with worrisome eyes.
Jimmy jumped up without hesitation, packing his bag while the body was loaded into the truck.
Gibbs knew Ducky's look and stepped over Palmer's bag to get closer. "Talk to me, Duck."
Confused, I looked over Agent Timothy McGee's shoulder while he snapped photographs of evidence and listened carefully to the conversation between him and Tony.
"What'd you think Ducky means by this isn't our usual case?"
Tony knelt looking through a pile of leaves and twigs.
"I'm not sure, Tony. Why don't you ask him?" Tim clearly wasn't in the mood to deal with Tony today.
Tony stood, staring intently at him.
Tim, uncomfortable with the staring, glanced over his shoulder before snapping another picture. "What's with the staring?"
"I don't know," Tony turned, walking over to him with curiosity in his eyes. "What's with the crankiness? Not getting enough sleep? Up to late playing that war game of yours?" He stepped over a pile and continued mumbling to himself.
