- Prompt: Write the opening line to a story based on the photo prompt above. (One sentence only.) You can be poignant, funny, witty, etc.; it is, after all, your story.
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Out of 400 entries, WD editors chose the following 12 finalists.The top 10 winners will be published in the May/June 2021 issue of Writer’s Digest.
The Earth, knowing its time was ending, put all of its beauty, wonder, and splendor within the sphere in hopes that someday it will encounter a species that will truly appreciate it.
The marble projected the foreign setting sky into the underworld so they would know it was time to sleep.
To a man, the world is vast; to an angel, a mere trinket.
Bernie thought the crystal lensball from the late night infomercials was the perfect addition to his photography gear, until he gazed into the orb’s depths and saw the end of planet Earth.
They say that good witches travel from land to land in a shimmering bubble, though few know that bad witches can trap you inside.
I never realized that death would be this way: a long walk over rough ground, with occasional glimpses of a better world.
A penny in a wishing well wasn't enough this time, she thought, as she closed her eyes and tossed her lucky marble over the cliff.
Exiled for treason, Jamarti's heart quivered in rage for revenge, and some fear, as she cautiously peered out the translucent pod; for sure, it was a godforsaken planet.
No one has seen Nevermender since he vanished into the stormglass, but we haven't forgotten him, and on cloudy days, we peer into that strange sphere and wonder if today is the day he'll return.
Fed up with being a fortune teller, Ismerelda marched her crystal ball down to the shore and hurled into the surf, but the world had other plans.
She’d begun to think of her life as a snow globe, a finite collection of people and things, perpetually shaken, never given a chance to rest.
The smallest planet in the galaxy fell to Earth, and no one noticed.