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Time to Write: Sentence Starter 7

Last week’s prompt was Quirks.

Nthato responded with a fun piece over on his blog, A-Scribe To Describe.

Thanks!

Now onto this week’s prompt…

time to write sentence starter writing prompt

Use the above sentence to start a quick short story about how your character usually starts his or her day.

Of course you can write in any POV that suits you and your character.

Feel free to post your story in the comments below. I’d love to see what you come up with. In addition, I’ll post your story and a link to your blog for next week’s Time to Write prompt.

Happy writing!

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Born and raised in Massachusetts, Rachel Poli is a writer and blogger. She has an associate’s degree in Early Childhood Education and a bachelor’s degree in English Studies. She enjoys writing young adult novels, middle-grade, and children’s picture books. She is currently working on her first novel.

11 thoughts on “Time to Write: Sentence Starter 7

  1. I woke up that and the heavy drag in the pit of my bowels acted as a warning to my memory of the night before. Sleep blurred my sight which causes me to blink . The silence in my room ended by a crude snore coming from behind me. I froze. I live alone. I wanted to move, look behind me. What if I woke them? My door was close, I could get to the door before the sleeping intruder realised what was happening. Taking a deep breath I counted down from three, my body sprung into action at the count of one, I threw my door open and leapt into the hallway. Taking two steps at a time I raced downstairs and out the front door into the street. The heavy thud of footfalls caused me to jump into action. I needed to run, fast. In bare feet I sprinted up the street, I didn’t look behind me, I didn’t want to see if I was being chased. A gust of wind pushed against me, I couldn’t breathe. I could hear the foot steps gaining on me. I won’t be caught, I can’t. I’m still young, I have so much I needed to do. In the distance I heard a siren, with my last ounce of energy I upped my pace, I could see a police car, relief escaped me causing a strange scream I didn’t recognise to escape from my lips. The siren changed tone to an alarming bleep. I woke up, my mother was sitting on my bed and behind her a wedding gown hanging on my door. “Get up love, it’s your wedding day” I looked behind me, my bed empty. My door was close, on the count of three I sprang out of bed and out of my bedroom, leaving a surprised mum behind I ran for my life.

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