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 felt abandoned; like a kitten dropped off on the side of the road.
Wrapping my arms around me in an attempt to keep warm, I stared into the distance, watching for any movement at all.
She promised she’d come back
“She promised.” Jaw clenched; my voice quivered from the cold and the hurt stabbing my heart.
A harsh shiver surged through me as a burst of freezing air scurried around the cabin. I forced the tears back; it would just make me colder if they froze against my pale skin. A sigh escaped my mouth, causing hazy fog to mask the depressing backdrop.
Snow covered everything in sight, causing me to squint from the sheer brightness of it. The towering trees encased the cabin in a tight grip, like a prison you didn’t dare escape. Dark shadows hid the rest of the forest from view, ready to absorb anything that walks into them.
Like my sister
I rubbed my dry eyes, temporarily blurring the surrounding forest as unwelcomed tears slipped down my cheeks. One…two…three…then they wouldn’t stop coming, and soon my face was drenched with the salty smell of disappointment.
Suddenly, a snowflake landed on my nose, it was asymmetrical, eye-catchingly unique. I got distracted for a moment as I appreciated it’s beauty, my sadness melting when more of the shiny crystals swirled through the air. A small smile crept upon my face, and I sniffed, wiping the tears away with an ungloved hand.
Standing up, I leaned back against the door, surveying the unforgiving woods one last time before embracing the dull warmth of the cabin.
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.