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
Gholey sat with her feet hanging down over the drop off. The chilly night air billowing underneath her sheet. Two holes were cut in the head revealing a pair of teal eyes. Small, embroidered frills adorned the ends making it crisp and clean.
The stars twinkled, decorating the sky lending their cheery light over the twisted trees that emitted a rotting smell. Crows perched on top mocking the girl’s wailing. Their nests held treasures, glistening where the light hit. The moon hid behind a cloud, scared of the lantern’s light. It swung in its seat by the door, casting a gentle orange glow to the creaking Darkwood boards.
The air was putrid, heavy, like a blanket, settling its chill on everything, including Gohley. She sat there shivering in her seat. A pair of striped socks hugged her feet. She kept rubbing them together, pulling the sock back up her leg. The wind pushed her back, whispered in her ear.
“Sounder, where are you? Why did you leave me?” The words echoed through the hollow, bitter and clear. “Please fly back. I don’t want to be alone again.”
The trees creaked; the wind bellowed its high-pitched taunt. The shutters and shingles giggled with delight. The house swayed with them, popping here and there. Ages of use left it old and worn. The murky pond underneath gently rippled. Ghostflowers floated on the water, petals open, revealing their sunken centers and bittersweet perfume hanging over like a fog.
In the distance you could hear a broken bird call. A person screaming for help.
Flakes of snow fluttered down. Landing on the trees, the house, and the girl who sat with a feather in her frostbitten hands. She stroked it from the tip down to the quill; the black that fades to brown till the wind stole it. It was carried to a crow who shoved the unique treasure in its nest.
-A.H. Bradbury
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.