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
At dusk, a young man got out of a lemon-yellow taxi in front of a two-story blue house and the first thing he did was to glance at himself. His white silk jacket was in good condition, especially his sleeves. Then he leaned 30 degrees and glanced down to see that his white shoes were spotless, but he bent down to polish them just in case. But just as he was bending his knee, leaning on the curb for comfort, he noticed something terrible. A small muddy spot sat mockingly in front of his left knee. He felt something like a deep tidal wave that sent his pulse into the triple digits.
“Ah! Failure! What do I do now?”
The first thing that came to his mind was that when the door opened, he could stand like a general with his right foot forward…
“And then?”
He could not think of how it would be possible to hide the stain all evening, and a sudden gust of wind, after the recent rain, hastened to reproach him for his contemptuous attitude towards the elements.
He crossed the curb, then opened the wooden flower-decorated gate and continued along the path of colored jasper. She led him out onto the front porch, but just as he crossed that imaginary line descending from the roof, a drop settled on the wing-like edge of his shirt. And it was as if a drop of volcanic lava had poured down on him – so he jumped. He turned his eyes to the right, which made a funny grimace appear on his face and began to examine the damage. The drop quickly soaked into the collar, but left its dark cargo on top, consisting of a bunch of black sand and a little moss. He would not try to remove them, because he knew what would happen next. His face at that moment depicted a cloudy sunset.
So he was quite embarrassed and instinctively took a step back, which should have meant going home and of course a failed first meeting with Laura’s parents.
But he was stopped…although not in the way he had expected, because as he made this move, someone there made a hissing sound. He looked behind his left leg and realized that he had stepped on a shaggy white cat with black paws, which was just jumping from the porch into the wet grass. But it had left on his trousers something like a greeting or revenge – a few black lines as if applied with the thinnest paintbrush in the artist’s set.
“So everything animate and inanimate has taken aim at me?”
And just as the young man was about to continue his retreat, the door creaked and began to open. And something inside him tightened and he even forgot to take that appropriate stance. Because he increasingly felt like he had just emerged from a puddle, and why not like a frog going on a date with a princess…
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.