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Featured Writing Exercises & Prompts


Welcome to the Write Divas Featured Writing Exercises & Prompts! This week’s writing exercise is to write a murder scene from a point of view of the weapon doing the killing. During this exercise, refrain from transferring the killer’s emotion and motives to the weapon. This scene is about the weapon doing what it does best. How will you spin the scene?

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~ The Divas


08-08 WE POV of weapon during a kill POST



  1. I thoroughly enjoyed the idea and the challenge to write a few paragraphs using this exercise. Now that I have done so, I would also like to–as you posted–share it.
    Did you mean With you, with friends, with the world . . .?

    Some of these writing prompts are fascinating, to say the least. Keep ’em coming.

    • Elaine,

      Feel free to share it with us by posting in the comment section or share it with your friends…really, whatever you are comfortable with. 🙂



        The archer and I watch from a secure position behind the trees as a cloud of dust indicates horses coming our way. Our vantage point has an escape route behind us—a small path upward, hidden from the view of travelers using the road below. We are on horseback; I am in the archer’s hand; we wait, planning to make the kill-shots, then disappear up the hill before the others can give chase.
        The cavalcade slowly approaches from the north, completely unaware of the one-man ambush awaiting them. The two outriders who flank their Laird and his only heir seem unconcerned, though they are more than wary when seeing the small thicket of trees, bushes and loose rock on the small rise not more than a hundred yards before them.
        One of the men, turning his helmeted head toward their master nods to the suspicious-looking area on the hillock. He nods back in acknowledgement, and turns to whisper something to his nephew who rides along side. They are out in the open and are easy targets as things stand. Aside from the small hill ahead, the flat landscape offers them no protection . . . they cannot, and will not hide behind the bodies of the handful of loyal men-at-arms following in a line at their backs.
        Ever have I been able to take great pride in my ability to be there, to perform that duty for which I was first destined, and to give my all in the service of right; remain forever an instrument of honor in the hands of my maker and user; that is not possible now.
        I find myself now in the service of one so unlike he who made me, that I wish to be snapped in two. The brute who has stolen me, demands that I send his shafts into the hearts of the innocent.
        Oh, my good and honorable king—Knight of Light, help your faithless servant now. Though I failed you at the end, in your hour of greatest need—from wherever you find yourself, give me the strength to resist this foul user and the heinous deeds he would have me commit only to enrich himself at another’s expense. Please, I beg of you, help me to find a way to break, to burn up so I may be free from this criminal.
        My dearest wish is that those who will remember me when in your hands will think of me as the best of Bows.
        Hark! The master of the caravan has turned his massive warhorse about, now beckoning to his nephew, and both race back to their little army. The two outriders stand fast until the shout to dismount, to create whatever cover they may against our attack. Chaos reigns.
        In his great surprise, my villainous archer has lost control of his horse. The frightened animal rears, stomps about, and ejects his rider. Both the archer and I lie in the dirt beneath the still storming hooves. His vile plan defeated, he lies dead on the ground now, and I know my end is near when the same hooves crash down on my finely curved arch, breaking me asunder.
        You heard my plea, and delivered your faithful servant from a shameful existence. Thank you, my honorable Lord Knight.

        • Elaine,

          Thank you so much for sharing what you wrote for this writing exercise! Nicely done, by the way. I enjoyed the pov of a bow that wished to fight for good while in the hands of a criminal. I hope you share more with us!

  2. You’re a woman, writing on a website with the word “divas” in its name. Why write “his or her weapon” in the prompt? Why not “her or his”? Challenge the status quo, and challenge your readers to imagine female protagonists doing the killing!

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