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!
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Happy Writing!
Alli Prince
My nose is probably so red, I look like Rudolph. I clap my knitted gloves and furiously rub them together as the still, frigid air nips at my cheeks, eyelids, and yes, my poor nose. I pull my scratchy wool scarf over my face. The porch swing creaks as I shift my weight.
Mom sticks her head out the door. “They just texted,” she said. “And they’re lost.”
“I’m on it.” I jump to my feet and jog down the steep driveway. Maybe that’ll help warm me up. Behind me, claws skitter across the gravel.
“Bwaak.” Oh. My chickens had gotten loose and they now streamed behind me like a feathery golden garland.
“Don’t get run over,” I scold them. They fluff their silky feathers at me and cock their heads, as if feigning confusion.
Crunch, crunch. The ice shatters beneath my thick leather boots as I head for the steel gate at the end of our property. It’s slick and cold. Somewhere, I can both taste and smell the acrid wood smoke from the neighbor’s house. A horse nickers to me from across the road, fuzzy ears perked upright.
“See anything?” I ask my hens. They pluck at the snow and pick through some dead wet leaves, completely ignoring me.
“Thought so.” I watch my breath disperse into a white, frothy mist. What’d I’d give for a cup of thick, creamy hot chocolate. Just as I pictured the steam kissing my face (and my poor nose!), I hear the rumble of wheels. Yanking off my red scarf, I wave it wildly in the air and shout, making the hens jump.
My older cousin and his four sisters pull up in their silver sedan. There’s a whir as the window rolls down.
“We finally found your place!” he grins widely at me. With a rattle of the lock being opened, I swing the gate back and shoo the hens into the brush.
“Want a ride back up?” my cousin asks. Though it’s crowded, I manage to squeeze in. The car heater is on and it’s blessedly cozy and warm.
Finally, our family Christmas can start.
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.