Welcome to day two of the Winter Writing Challenge! Are you ready to get those creative juices flowing? I loved reading all your submissions yesterday. Let’s see what you come up with today!
Here’s your next prompt!
Write a vignette about waiting outside on the front porch.
Think you’re up for the challenge? We can’t wait to see what sort of vignette you guys come up with. Remember, it’s time to work together to unlock some of those awesome prizes, so post your vignette in the comments!
But wait…what’s a vignette and how do I write one?
A vignette is a brief evocative description, account, or episode. It doesn’t have any plot, backstory, or any elements that can move the story forward. For more on how to write a vignette, click here!
(Keep in mind, they should be less than 500 words!)
Before you start writing, we have some important rules for you to follow.
Writing Rules
1. Please keep the content of the poems and vignettes you post to a PG rating. Please avoid real curse words. Violence/fighting should be limited and purposeful. Please do not include any spice.
2. Have fun!
Remember to scroll all the way to the bottom of the page and post your story as an “answer” to this question. 🙂
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Happy Writing!
Alli Prince
I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes.
Far from being irritated at his lateness (again)… It’s the calmest I’ve ever felt.
The fluffy flakes fall, ponderously slow, each landing lighter than a feather… but still, I can almost, almost hear their impact, it’s so quiet. Everything is swathed in their graceful, eerie silence.
I snuggle deeper into my coat, the chill pervading the goose-down lining as time passes, and I look up at the neighbor’s tree, startled, as a chunk of snow plops to the ground, shattering the stillness for half a second. The dark bark contrasts with the clear white of snow, and it looks like lace.
A crimson fluttering shape darts into my view from nowhere, and comes to rest on one of the branches with a shiver. The cardinal puffs itself out in an attempt to keep warm, and I let out a slow breath in awe, a plume of steam clouding around me for long enough to make my lashes feel frosty.
I wish…
A roaring engine, and Jack’s blue pickup rattles around the corner. “You wouldn’t believe the traffic!” he hollers out his open window, grinding to a halt.
The cardinal flies away, chirruping in protest. Suddenly, I’m cold.
“Well? Get in. We’ll be late for sure if you keep dawdling.”
The pickup gives a cough, and I bite my tongue, hurrying down the driveway. Up close, I see the dirt in the snow. As I climb in, the sky’s gray is too overbearing.
“I hate winter.”
Late, but still wanted to write something, so I’m posting it as a comment, if that’s ok. (it’s also not my best work)
The red gingham pattern of her dress stood out starkly against the white siding of her picturesque childhood home. From my view, her life was pretty perfect. She had a loving family, friends that were with her through thick and thin, and everything a girl could want.
And as I stood here, in the street, my breath puffing out into great white clouds in the cold, watching her wait for me on the porch, I realized something.
I couldn’t stand here forever, watching her wait for me here on the porch. It was now I had to make the decision.