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!)
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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.
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Happy Writing!
Alli Prince
Waiting outside on the porch might be fun for some people but I am having trouble relating to the ‘fun’ part. It is cold and wet and the snow is blowing and my nose is cold and my toes are cold and… wait. Maybe I would be warm if I had any of my litter mates to cuddle up with. What was it that Mama always told us to do if we felt lost and alone? She said…
Lift up your muzzle and howl. So, who am I to not listen to Mama?
Mid howl the porch light flips on. I am not about to cut my serenade short though. Last thing I want is to be tied up out here for the rest of the night. Did I mention that it is cold and wet and…
The first bit of warmth surrounds me as a boy the proper age to have a dog opens the door and stares at me like I am an escapee from an alien spaceship. His mouth hangs open for a whole second before he starts howling with me. Only he is howling something about Santa Clause, Christmas presents, and other things that are not making any sense.
Like waiting outside on the porch makes no sense when there are lovely things waiting inside. Warm hugs, food, and more hugs make inside more preferable. Mama was right about a lot of things.
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.