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 Key to Survival
Sitting on the wooden steps of the farmhouse porch is where I planted. My flannel green plaid pajamas while cozy inside the kitchen seem a thin excuse for warmth outside. The sun is hiding behind a cluster of abstract clouds which is exactly how I interpret my reality. My dark hair still a straggle mess of sleepiness and the rings of mascara under my eyes would contend with any racoon living in the trees near by. I must appear like a woman gone mad. I am mad.
My head is full of survival tactics. Im so thirsty. How long will my freshly brewed coffee in the ceramic mug with delicate lavender sprigs etched, stay warm? My bran cereal will only take moments to turn to mush in oat milk.
My thin socks are damp from walking through the wet foot prints of my sweet husband after his shower. He said he wouldn’t be too long in town.
The brisk air smells of deep autumn. The leaves have given their show and bowed.
Its definitely sweater weather yet mine hangs on the hook on the other side of the locked front door.
I open the newspaper and lay it across my lap as a blanket for the homeless. I make the mental decision to have a spare key cut for under the front welcome mat.
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.