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
“Now what?”
The postal worker stood between the truck and the stained-glass front door. Behind, compacted snow from previous trucks covered the concrete way. Before, there lay two swept clean tiled steps led up to the entrance of the building.
She read the instructions for one of the packages: Requires signature.
Between her and the steps lay two orange construction posts linked by a glittering garland.
“How do I get a signature?”
The postal worker hemmed and hawed, debating the merits of crossing the festive line or the logistics of slapping a notice on a bush. All of the windows were set back behind bushes. The whole building with its various wreathes, molded concrete sides and prickly foliage gave the impression of ‘look since I pretty but don’t touch.’
She debated on just going back, but that could get her in trouble for not doing her job. Waiting was also not an option. Not only were there other deliveries to be made, but the darkening overcast sky and occasional gust warned of future drifting snow. And it was cold. Much colder and frost would start to form on her parka, and then the parka would become stiff and crunchy as well. She thought of the inside of her truck, warm and filled with thermoses of steaming cocoa. Out here, her nose could make out the juniper if only because there was so much of it.
Pacing back and forth, the rhythmic crunching reverberated in a damp echo combined with the dull roar of the engine, calmed her ears from the lack of other sounds.
The crunch deadened. Below her foot was a rock bed. She had strayed out of the range of the way.
“Ah-ha!”
She picked up one of the smaller rocks, taped on the notice, and popped the rock over the barrier and onto the doorstep.
“Success!”
Hey Lori, I just wanted to reach out and say I wasn’t trying to copy your story at all, I was actually working on mine for the last hour when i checked on the Q and A board and realized the similarities between yours and mine! So sorry I accidently twinned with you, I guess we were on the same wavelength today. (:
While both have postal workers, the vignettes are certainly not the same. No worries. I wouldn’t be surprised if more with postal workers show up today. I mean, how many mail people wind up waiting on a porch every day?
For sure, that was one of the first ideas I got for the prompt. (:
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.