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 wooden boards squeaked underneath her feet as she rocked back and forth with anticipation for the door to open. A sweet almond smell of cake baking, snuck out of the house into the air, giving instant peace and remembrance of her childhood. As she looked around the porch where she was standing it was just as she remembered.
Built against the white ranch home the porch was wrapped in iron railing and balusters outlining the enclosed seating area. Above her was a teal painted ceiling and wooden spinning fan, so familiar to all the homes in the deep south. She could feel the cool breeze on her face as she gazed up at the brown fan.
In the corner of the porch, left of the front wooden door, sat iron garden chairs and a table. They showed their age with wrought iron showing through the chipped paint. They had definitely weathered a few storms. So many great stories were told seated around that table.
Now she was standing there again. She looked toward the door and smiled as she heard the approaching steps and a clunk of a cane. The footsteps stopped, the doorknob slowly turned, and the door began to open.
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.