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!)
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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.
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Happy Writing!
Alli Prince
There was a very odd man waiting on my front porch.
The first thing that caught my eye about him was his clothing. He was dressed in fine attire of the sort that you’d see in a history book, or perhaps in one of those great big glass display cases common in museums. His robe was midnight blue, with speckles of white like salt crystals dotting it here and there.
Had his oddities stopped with his clothing, I would merely have dismissed him as some bizarre salesman, and refrained from giving it further thought.
But they didn’t.
The man was at least seven feet tall, and held a gnarled wooden staff in one hand. His beard was reminiscent of an illustration of Rip Van Winkle I had seen in a fairy tale book—scraggly, gray, and reaching down to the tips of the pointed green shoes he wore. A pair of wire-rimmed spectacles completed the outfit.
I was left with one of two conclusions: either Halloween fell in December this year, or there was a wizard on my doorstep.
At this point, most sensible people would have propped a chair against the door, pulled down the blinds, and tried to put the strange man out of their minds.
I was not a sensible person. So, naturally, I opened the door.
As I swung the door open, the man’s weathered face lit up with a grin.
“Hullo!” he said, bowing in my direction. “Is this the domicile of one…”
He paused, producing from his robes a tattered piece of parchment and scanning it. “…Edward Lumfordshire?” he finished, glancing up at me.
“Yes, it is—er, or rather, I am. That is, I’m Edward,” I said, extending my hand. I was very good at speaking, even when flustered, as you can tell.
The man shook my hand enthusiastically. “Very good. Can I bother you to sign here for the package, sir?” He held out the parchment, along with a quill pen.
“What package?” I asked. I didn’t recall ordering anything—besides, since when did Amazon hire wizards as deliverymen?
“Why, you did order the miniature griffin, didn’t you?” said the wizard.
He tapped his staff on the steps, and a wooden crate appeared in midair beside me. Through the slats, I could see something lithe, golden, and very much alive.
At this point, even most unsensible people would have dashed inside, locked the door, and called Animal Control. But really, you ought to have realized by now that I am a complete dolt.
And so, I did something that would change my life.
I signed for the package.
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.