Writing Prompt #22 – The Abandoned Glove

6a00e54fc42bb88834019b011ef563970c-500wiHolly gripped her father’s hand tight, squeezing it once, twice, three times. I love you. Her mother had taught her that. And Richard wished he could be that innocent again.

“I love you, too, pumpkin,” he said, barely able to get the words out without vomiting his worries all over the path.

Richard was trying his damndest to be optimistic. His body wasn’t cooperating. His legs felt like cement. Moving was hard. Everything was hard. He didn’t know if he could keep going. But he had to. So with each step he took a deep breath, attempting to soothe the unease and pain which gurgled deep inside of him.

They reached the bridge and he stopped. Dead in his tracks.  Her red glove lay on the ground. Abandoned. His worst fears confirmed.

“Isn’t that mommy’s?” Holly asked, pointing at the pile of red knitted fabric.

He opened his mouth to answer, but fear choked him silent. And he wasn’t sure it was sweat or tears which trickled down his face. Probably a mixture of both. The glove. It was hers. She was missing…

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Writing Prompt #20 ~ Stormy Weather

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The ground rumbled beneath his feet and his body trembled from the bitter air which danced violently around him. The sky was dark except for the intermittent flashes, when the bony fingertips of the heavens reached down to stroke the parched earth below…

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Writing Prompt #19 ~ A Redneck Christmas

Billy Bob was traveling down the same dirt road he did every day. Listening to the same sad country song, he sang along. His right hand was wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, while his left hung out the open window, the cold winter air biting at his skin.

Everything about this morning was good. Ordinary. Until he passed by Clint Beaver’s house. Even in the brightness of the morning sun, the dazzling array of holiday decorations caught Billy’s attention. His eyes only left the road for a moment. But that’s all it took.

Billy’s body lifted off the bench seat when his Ford pickup flew over a bump in the road. His heart pounding heavily in his chest, Billy pressed both feet on the brake pedal and hesitantly looked in the rear view…

There was nothing but a small red lump in the road. He squinted, trying to make out what it was. But it was no use. He took a deep breath, thankful there was no body in the road, and got out of the truck, having to push several times on the door before it creaked opened. When he walked over to the red object, his heart stopped…

It was a santa hat.

“Ah-lawd,” he said, looking around confused, expecting to see a trail of blood. “What have I gone and did?”

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Writing Prompt #17 – The End of the Road

There’s nothing to be heard except for the soft thud of my sneakers against the metal floor. The crisp winter air nips at my skin, causing me to wrap my arms tightly around my body. I continue toward the light. I have no idea where I am, but I’m thankful I’m not still where I’d been. I’m nearing the end of the tunnel. Finally. And I see something up ahead. A sign, maybe? I trip and nearly fall, but catch myself in time. I’m close enough now. “Gravel Ends,” it reads. Great. The end of another road. I guess a small part of me hoped the sign would say “New Beginning.” I shrug my shoulders and step out from the metal enclosure…

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Writing Prompt #16 – Let the Story be Your Guide

For this week’s prompt grab the first and last book on your bookshelf. Turn to page 45 in the first book and write down the second sentence – this will be the beginning of your story. Then turn to page 70 in the second book and write down the tenth sentence – this will be your ending. Now, let the imagination flow and concoct a story to connect these two snippets.

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Writing Prompt #14 – A Dream?

For this week your MC has a dream, a dream so vivid it makes you wonder – was it actually real?  It should be written in such a way as to confuse the reader, are the events that are unfolding actually happening or just a byproduct of the MC’s imagination.

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Writing Prompt #13 – The Slave Catcher

Haven’t given you lovelies a writing prompt in some time and for that I apologize.  This week’s prompt came to me while standing in line at Starbucks this morning behind one of Colonial Williamsburg’s actors.

Take yourself back to a time in history.  A time when life was very different from today.  You are hired to become a slave catcher.  On your latest assignment something happens, something not allowed . . . you fall in love . . .

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