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 door thumped shut behind my mom and I gave my forehead the deepest, most dramatic crinkle it could manage. “One minute!” she’d called, like that wasn’t the same thing she said every time she forgot something.
I shuffled to the edge of the big white steps. Heel to toe, heel to toe; all the while my pink rain boots flashed like they’d swallowed the Texas sun whole. Each step made a sticky stchhhk thanks to the cherry candy I’d stepped on earlier, and the wind kept sending little spirals of sugary goodness right up into my nose.
“Oh yeah,” I announced to absolutely no one. “That’s what that was.”
A breeze kicked a spray from the fountain, and the droplets landed on my purple glitter tutu like tiny crystal bugs. I frowned down at it, because somehow that made my mouth even drier. I hadn’t had water in… probably a hundred years. (Five minutes, but still.)
I tapped my finger against my chin, my very serious thinking pose. “Think… think… think… Where did my water bottle go this time?”
And then I saw it.
“Ah HA! You sneaky mermaid bottle.”
It was in my left hand the whole time.
I narrowed my eyes at it.
“What a rude hand.”
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.