30 Day writing challenge: Day 25

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 25: White carpet.


Neil was never good at parties, but it was his brother’s thirtieth birthday, and his wife had insisted that he be there. He stood by the window, listening to Nancy’s speech.

“And remember, she said. “don’t you dare mess anything on the white carpet.” She paused. “I will kill you.”

Everyone laughed and dispersed. Neil knew she wasn’t kidding. As everyone came in earlier, she made them take off their shoes. He noticed a small woman standing near the fireplace, completely frozen. Her wide eyes caught his. She motioned for him to come closer.

“Cold?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she moved her leg to reveal a large burgundy stain on the carpet. “In a way,” she said.

Neil stood next to her to help hide the stain. He knew Nancy would transform into her inner dragon at the sight of it.

“What should I do?” she asked.

“Don’t move,” Neil said. “Don’t draw attention to yourself.” He tried to think of an escape plan. They smiled at Nancy as she came past. With her back to them, Neil grabbed the woman’s hand and quickly ran for the door.

They ran faster as they heard Nancy’s shrill scream.


(196 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 24

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 24: Moonlight.


Bathed in moonlight, Ursula sat by the river with her new ring. She had been studying it all night. It had been several days since she had found it and she still couldn’t figure out its purpose. It was still secret. She was keeping it safe. Ursula was careful to only take it out to study when she was alone.

She wanted to know it’s secret. Why was it in that clearing, calling out to her? Why had no one else noticed it’s glistening?

It was starting to interfere with her work. She was there to make new discoveries and make a name for herself. She wasn’t there to be distracted by a piece of jewellery.

Ursula held it over the water, threatening to drop it into the river and let the current carry it away.

“What are you doing?” Jen’s voice came from behind. Ursula pulled back her hand, keeping the ring secret again. “You should be sleeping. We have a long hike ahead of us tomorrow.”

“I know,” she said.

Jen watched her and crossed her arms. “What’s really going on?”

Ursula sighed and held out her hand, revealing the ring. Jen’s eyes widened. She marched toward her grabbing the ring and throwing it into the water.


(209 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 23

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 23: Chocolate muffin.


In my first year of NaNoWriMo as the newbie, I found myself online one night looking through the forums. I was still unsure about what I was doing. I was at around eight-thousand words, a day or two ahead of the daily word goal.

I don’t remember every detail (it was a few years ago) but I remember a forum for challenging other writers to an online write-off. Something like that. I happened to be challenged by the fearless leader, as she was called. I accepted. The first one to reach ten thousand and comment their achievement in the forums would win. The loser would have to buy the winner a chocolate muffin. Game on.

After furiously writing for a while and reaching the goal, I updated my wordcount and commented. A minute or so later, she updated. I had won. Glorious victory. She promised to bring my chocolate trophy to the next write-in.

And she did. When she arrived, she handed me a white box. Inside- the chocolate muffin I had earned. Some seemed a bit impressed, I felt a bit more included and part of the group.

And then my brother ate the muffin.


(196 words)

This is a true story. It was one of my NaNo highlights of 2014. As the newbie in any group, I always feel like I have a lot to prove to the others. And I think winning that muffin helped a lot. And my brother really did eat it before I had a chance.

30 Day writing challenge: Day 22

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 22: All that glitters.


Ursula lifted her head toward flickering light that begged for her attention. She put down her journal. In the distance, between the trees, there was a small golden light that was moving. Ursula looked at the group. Most of them were asleep, and a the few that were still awake were busy jotting down what they had found that day. She picked up her camera and moved toward the light.

She told herself that it probably was just sunlight reflecting off of water. They had found so many water sources in the jungle. Ursula stopped where she thought the flickering was coming from. There wasn’t water around the area. Only a small clearing, where sunlight shone down on a patch of grass. It was a bit too manicured to be a coincidental circle. She took a few photos before turning to leave. She turned back again to have another look. She noticed a small golden object sticking out from the ground. It was a ring.

Ursula held it up and watched as sunlight made it glitter. It was so beautiful. She would keep her new find a secret from the others. Just for a little while.


(196 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 21

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 21: Sunny side up.


Now, waking up in someone’s apartment- someone you don’t even remember meeting- can be a scary experience. Unfortunately, it was a normal experience for me. If your memory is fuzzy, it really does happen a lot. Especially if you like going out with friends who forget about you after the third drink, and you tend to wonder off toward strangers.

It’s probably not the brightest thing to do. It was better than sitting at home night after night. Nothing ever happened. Most of the guys (sometimes girls) were afraid of me. The other half were always very polite before asking me to leave. I never understood it.

I was in the kitchen getting some water when he came in.

“Hey,” he said.

I almost dropped the glass, but recovered and turned around with a smile. “Hi.”

“Hungry?” he asked. He opened the fridge and took out a carton of eggs. “Sunny side up?”

“Sure. I’m happy as long as the yolk is runny.”

He got out a pan from the cupboard. “Great.”

I watched him for a while. “Did anything happen last night. I don’t…”

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing happened. Your guardian angel made sure of it.”

Oh, good. “Wait, what?”


(202 words)

 

30 Day writing challenge: Day 19+20

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 19: Throes of Spring. 

Prompt 20: Hello morning.


I was in bed when it happened. A violent spasm shook the cabin, and me awake. It lasted less than a minute, and when I looked out the window, everything was still covered in snow. It all seemed normal. I blamed myself for having too many glasses of Shiraz before going to sleep. The room doesn’t spin for me, it shakes.

I went back to bed, thinking of the wonderful snowmen I would build in the morning. This was my only time off in the year- I was going to enjoy it, damnit!

As sunlight streamed into my small cabin, I greeted the day,” Hello, morning!” I warmed up leftover soup and finished the last of the bread. I grabbed my boots and threw open the door, where I found no snow at all. I looked up at the clear blue sky. A deer ran past. I swear, it had daisies in its mouth. Birds sang. I had been thrown viciously into the invading force of Spring.


(167 words)

30 Day writing challenge: Day 17 + 18

The idea is to write 150-200 words a day for each prompt and to post it on this blog. At the end of the month, I’ll post the list of prompts if anyone is interested.

Prompt 17: It was a dream. 

Prompt 18: Dare to hope. 


Iandel started to fade around me. There was nothing I could do. Link stared at me, frozen. It was already too late. I was going back to my world.

How could I have been so stupid? I wanted to stay with him. I wanted to remain in the ethereal forest. I chose wrong.

Slowly my view started to change. I was in my bed. My eyes closed for a moment. Soon they fluttered open and everything was back to normal. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, feeling confused. Mother came into the room.

“Oh, darling,” she said, throwing herself down on the bed and her arms around me.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You’ve been asleep for so long. No one knew how to find you and bring you back to us.” She pulled back to look at me. “Where were you?”

I wanted to tell her everything I had seen and done. I wanted to tell her about Link and the forest. But my mind felt full of wool. I couldn’t think. “I don’t know,” I said. “It was like a dream…”

Mother pulled me against her, holding me and stroking my hair.

I would find him again. I hoped I would.


(203 words)