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!
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Happy Writing!
Alli Prince
Margaret held the key in her hand as she stood on the porch of the eternal cabin.
It was a hard-fought battle to get through the forest. The gnomes were especially tricky and almost made it impossible to move along the path before her midnight deadline. Whoever thought up that cute garden variety had never been on a true quest.
But she made it with five minutes to spare.
She turned to what she thought was a snicker off to the side of the porch in the bushes that cradled it. No. No one could stop her now. Margaret enchanted the porch with a protection spell as soon as she could get up the rickety stairs. It was the last of her own reserves saved especially for that moment.
The key glowed blue in anticipation of fitting into its lock. The lock itself glowed red which Margaret thought odd, but she shrugged it off. It was shimmering. It was magic. That was all that mattered.
But when she tried to fit the key into the lock, it wouldn’t turn. Instead it melted into oblivion and the lock went cold. No color. No sparkle.
No entry.
The snicker in the bushes turned to a howl of laughter. Out popped one particular gnome who made Margaret’s journey especially difficult.
“Turned you around, I did,” it cackled gleefully. “Turned you around so you are at the wrong place. You dids not listen to me when I said I would help. You saids you needed no one. So no one helped you. And now you haves nothing.”
With her magic spent and the moon at it apex Margaret sank to her knees and sobbed.
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.