One Line Sunday

One line Sunday is here:




Here’s this weeks one line Sunday

‘He had the kind of face that could turn a Friday into a Monday’

How one Line Sunday works:

Each Sunday I’ll post one line on

Your task should you choose to accept it, is to write a short piece of fiction, poem, haiku, or novella (if you really have a lot of time and the muse moves you) by the following Saturday

By the next Saturday I’ll post my short fiction story of no less than 300 words, or a poem, piece of prose or the beginning of a novella based on the one line posted here.

Everyone is more than welcome to join in and I’m eager to see your work posted here on the comments and see the myriad ways you have approached this weeks one line Sunday.

Any Questions, please just ask.



About V C Willow

V C Willow has always loved to write and read for pleasure. During her teenage years she wrote a lot of poetry but graduated to writing Science Fiction, Fantasy, Epic Fiction, Urban Fantasy and Suspense as she reached her twenties. She is a geek and comic nerd. A very keen reader, an enthusiastic cook and gardener and loves to craft. She's even been known to get down and dirty and do some DIY. V.C live in Manchester, England with her ball of cat fluff, Willow. She is currently writing her début fantasy novel. You can follow her authors page on Facebook at: Connect with her on Linked in at: Follow her on Twitter: Follow her on Goodreads: )O(
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4 Responses to One Line Sunday

  1. darsword says:

    Reblogged this on Darswords and commented:
    Love that line!

  2. G.R. (Gary) Miller says:

    What a great opening line, VC. I pictured that opener darting a variety of directions and couldn’t resist. For me, the rhymes began to flow and a story titled ONE DAY evolved (below). Thanks for the opportunity. — Gary


    He had the kind of face that turned Friday to Monday
    A single-minded man I knew I’d meet some day
    But in my line of work there’s seldom a fun day
    No strolls on the beach, no under the sun days
    No playing catch, no father and son days
    No moonlight strolls, no huggin’ my hon days
    No picnics in the park, no family on Sundays
    Just grabbin’ my gear and shouldering my gun days
    For an infamous sergeant and his “Time to get ‘er done” days
    Just war in the desert…hope I’ll go home one day

    G. R. Miller
    06 / 24 / 2013

    • V C Willow says:

      Hi Gary

      Thanks for posting – Love the rhythm and pace of One Day. It’s almost tribal beating carries the reader through the harshness of the words and gives the whole piece a frenetic energy.


      • G.R. (Gary) Miller says:

        Hi VC, thanks for the positive comments.
        Yes, I unintentionally (at first) detoured the line of thought away from the Friday to Monday man to the man affected by his presence, but I’m pleased with the outcome.

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