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
Beach Ballet
The wind blew heavily across the water. White lacy sprays of waves crashed on the shore chasing tiny toes over the sand. Gulls soared overhead, their gaze fixed on the delicacies scampering among the dunes.
The screams of plentiful progeny ring above the tympani of the waves. Sunbathers lay inert in the burning rays seeking that perfect tan. The sweet scent of coconut wafting in the wind from tubes of Banana Boat.
I survey the scenic view with daiquiri in hand from my throne on my front porch on the dune above the peasants below. I am in high spirits to be an observer rather than among the throngs of beached flotsam.
Don’t worry! Be happy!
A mantra not for the faint of heart but for those who throw caution to the wind and do what makes them happy. Those who don’t care what others think or say. They are comfortable in their own skin. They walk, they run, they laugh, they love. They see the joy in the little things in life.
The softness of the sand under their feet as they leave their footprints to be washed away by the tide. The taste of sweets as they indulge in sips of sugary sodas. The roar of the ocean as they leap into the air, arms akimbo, unafraid to try and fly. To see the delight on the faces of the children as they frolic in the waves. Amused as adults revert to their inner child. The smell of coconuts from the bathers suntan lotion permeates the air giving off aromas of relaxation.
For today I am free. Free from work, free from the drudgery of life. Today is about flying high without care.
A plie’ in the dance of life!
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.