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
The moment took my breath away.
It’s probably because the cold, crisp morning air assaulted my lungs the moment I stepped onto my front porch. But I like to think it’s because of the stunning view I encountered.
I’m not always the biggest fan of snow. It’s cold. It gets everywhere. And don’t get me started on the inevitable backaches and occasional headaches that come from shoveling the white powdery stuff. Then before you know it, the glistening white landscape turns into a dirty, nasty, brownish-gray slush that just makes Indiana winters feel even gloomier.
But there’s absolutely nothing like the sunrise after a freshly-fallen snow.
Contrasting the ground that was covered with a white glittered blanket of snow, streaks of burnt orange pierced the azure sky overhead. Two cedar trees danced in the breeze, sprinkling clumps of snow. A cardinal landed, hopped around, and left the morning’s first set of visible tracks before flying to our neighbor’s feeder for its morning snack. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear I saw some squirrels waving at me from the distant trees.
Calm.
Peace.
Beauty.
“The heavens declare,” I whispered. My breath instantly turning to fog.
Majesty.
Stillness.
Splat!
My ear stung. My cheek froze. Slush and water slowly dripped down the side of my face. Stifled giggles echoed in the distance. Stunned, I wiped away the snowball’s remnants.
Ambushed.
By my 8 year-old daughter.
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.