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
Snow drifted on a sharp, cold gust of wind that whistled as it passed. The grey sky appeared hazy, full of snowflakes and sharp pieces of frost.
Elena ran her hand over the frozen ridges of snow-turned-ice covering the rough wooden beams she leaned against. Her porch, cleanly swept not two minutes ago, held a dusting of white once more. This was everything Elena hated about winter. A cold that sank deep into one’s bones. Wind that made an unbearably chilly day worse. Standing on the porch, she waited, hoping the snow wouldn’t accumulate, even if she did admit the trees looked beautiful with a little white added to their branches. The bare trees looked a little less skeletal and much more magical with snow.
The smell of gingerbread floated from the house, making her mouth water. She could already taste the clove and spices that permeated the treat. Light fell across her. Her husband stood in the doorway holding a platter of gingerbread men, artfully arranged in a stacked pyramid. Another delightful warmth reached her as she noticed he also held the blue mug with the faded snowflake painted on the side. Closing her eyes, she hummed in delight when the warm steam scented with rich chocolate reached her. This was everything Elena loved about winter.
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.