Time To Write: Picture Prompt 15 [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a general exercise. Check out some great pieces by fellow writers:

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Write a story based on the picture above.

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Short Story Sunday 205: Inside

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            Gwen pulled into her driveway slowly. She hit the brakes and when the car came to a complete stop at the top of the way, she put it in its park position. She shut off the engine and held tightly onto the keys while staring out the windshield.

She had just driven home from work in a torrential rain storm and the rain was really beating down hard on the car.

Gwen watched as the water slammed against her windows, streams flowing down. It didn’t even look like rain. There were no drops, it looked as though someone had taken a bucket of water and was continuously dumping it on her car.

When she had left for work that morning, the weather said it was going to be hot and sunny all day long. And it was, right up until she got into her car to drive home. She didn’t understand why the rain couldn’t hold off until she made it inside her house, but the dark clouds had rolled in about an hour before. Gwen didn’t think anything of it at that point.

She had worn her shorts and a tank top to work that day. She didn’t bother to bring her raincoat or even a sweatshirt. It was 90-something-degrees outside, after all. She didn’t even have an umbrella in her car.

“You should always have certain supplies in your car like an umbrella, a towel, a blanket or sweatshirt.” Her mother had explained to her once she got her first car.

Of course Gwen never listened to her about that. It wasn’t that she didn’t agree with her mother, it was just that she had always forgotten to put those things in her car. By the time she thought about it, she’d already be in her car ready to go someplace. She wasn’t going to get out of the car and throw in a sweatshirt or umbrella on a nice sunny day just because her mother had told her to.

Listening to the rain pound against her car now, Gwen was beginning to regret it.

There was so much rain that it was hard for Gwen to see through the windows. However, she was on the right side of her driveway, closest to the front door of her house. All she had to do was put everything—her keys, her phone, and her wallet—inside her pocketbook, sling that over her shoulder, and make a break for it. The front door was just a couple feet away; she couldn’t possibly get that wet, could she?

Gwen packed up all her things and put her purse over her shoulder. She put a hand on the handle to get herself out of her car, but hesitated. She looked behind her and realized that if she went out the passenger way, she wouldn’t have to go around the back end of her car. She’d make it into her house in less time.

Sure, she was still probably going to get soaked, but it would still take her less time to get into the house.

Gwen grunted as she shimmed her legs a little over, her bare thighs sticking to the leather seats. Despite the rain, the car was growing hot and muggy inside. She pushed her seat all the way back to give her legs some stretching room.

She lifted her right leg over the cup holders in between the driver’s and passengar’s seat. She lifted her butt to allow her right leg to glue itself down on the ground in front of the passenger seat. Then, using both her hands, she pushed herself up and tried to maneuver herself over to the next seat. Once she was sitting, she lifted her left leg and pulled that over to the passenger side as well.

Gwen grunted and groaned as she sat in the seat for a moment. She let out an annoyed sigh wishing that she had stuck to the workout video she bought a while ago. She had tried it once and then never went back to it. Clearly she wasn’t as in shape as she thought. She wasn’t even all that flexible which was a bit surprising to herself as well.

The rain still beat down hard against the windows. She watched the water fall down the car wondering when this was going to stop. Usually when the rain came down like this, it didn’t last too long. Yet, it had been almost a half hour.

Gwen drew in a deep breath ready to make a break for it. It was only water; it wasn’t like she was going to melt if she got a little wet. Still, she didn’t want the water to seep through her bag and get her phone and other belongings all wet.

Well, whatever. She couldn’t sit in the car forever. Now was the time to run because the rain could have lasted a lot longer than she wanted it to.

Holding her breath, Gwen opened the door. She hopped out, slammed the door shut, and ran towards the front door of her house. She skipped a few steps as she made her way up the porch. She opened the storm door, only to realized that the front door was locked.

“Crap!” she growled. She fished for her keys in her purse. It seemed like forever, but she found them and managed to open the door.

She jumped through the threshold, slamming the storm door shut, shielding her from the rain. Gwen breathed heavily watching it all come down. She then looked down at herself and noticed she was standing in a puddle. She was absolutely soaked to the bone.

It looked like she was going to have to take another shower.

She then heard a chuckle and when she turned around, Gwen’s mother was sitting on the couch knitting something.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep an umbrella in your car?”

Gwen didn’t know what else to say but roll her eyes. She took off her shoes, tried to shake some water off her socks, and then made her way up the stairs. “I’m getting in the shower…” she muttered, but all she heard was her mother chuckle once more in response.

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Time To Write: A New Place [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a general exercise. Check out some great pieces by fellow writers:

Now check out this week’s prompt:

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Write about a character going to a new place whether on purpose or by accident.

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Short Story Sunday 204: Headline

Short Story: "Headline" | Flash Fiction | Creative Writing | RachelPoli.com

            Martin stormed into the classroom and threw the school newspaper down on Todd’s desk. He pointed to the large, black, bolded words at the top. His finger tapped it angrily all the way giving Todd the stink-eye. He didn’t exchange any words, but he didn’t have to.

Todd looked down at what Martin was so uptight about and then slyly covered his mouth with his hand. He looked up at Martin with worried eyes and then shrugged as though that would be the appropriate response. He didn’t really know what to say though.

“What is this?” Martin demanded.

“It’s the headline.” Todd shrugged. “Maybe you should talk to Erica about it. I didn’t write it.”

“You didn’t write it, no, but you do the final check before the newspaper goes out!” Martin shouted.

Todd looked around the room. By now everyone on the school’s newspaper team was staring at the two of them. He sighed looking back at Martin.

“I was out sick when this one came out. We typically hold the newspaper back a day or two, or until I get back. However, I think you’re the one who told them to go ahead and publish it anyway.” Todd explained. He pushed his computer’s keyboard away to make room for his elbows. He folded his hands together on the surface of his desk and looked up at Martin challengingly.

Martin supervised the newspaper team, but that was about it. He made sure that everyone did their jobs and, as a senior, he was trusted by the teachers to run the club without teacher supervision. It was the school’s way of allowing senior kids to add something else to their college applications or resumés or whatever.

Todd was the second man in charge. He assigned everyone their parts of the newspaper and sent kids out to research certain stories. He checked, checked, and carefully checked each and every part of the newspaper before each issue was sent out and published for the entire student body to see and read for their pleasure.

He was out sick for this particular issue so they usually put out the newspaper a day late. It wasn’t a big deal, but for some reason Martin gave them the go-ahead to publish this without Todd looking it over.

How was he supposed to know that when he sent Erica to find a first-page story, she would whip up a nasty article about Martin? Well, Todd supposed he deserved it. After all, he did cheat on Erica with her best friend.

Martin’s eye twitched as he stared down Todd. He clearly didn’t know what to say to any of this. No one really liked Martin. He thought he was doing something special because he was helping to run the newspaper, but he didn’t really care about it. His guidance counselor made him do it because he had nothing useful to put on his college application.

Todd wasn’t afraid of him. In fact, Todd thought this was great.

“When I’m not here,” Todd began to explain, “As your job of supervisor, you should have overlooked the entire newspaper before allowing it to be published. Or, you should have just let it be and wait for me to come back to school.”

Now that Todd was thinking about it, he really didn’t know what he would have done if he was in school that day to look it over. Sure, the right thing to do would be to sit Erica down and talk to her about it. He’d have to make her re-do the article and find something else. Or, as a penalty, take the first page privilege away from her and ask one of the other writers to do it.

However, he knew Martin deserved the article and he was proud of Erica for fighting back. He didn’t know Erica all that well. They met on the newspaper team and only talked when it had something to do with the newspaper. She was a nice girl though and Todd didn’t like how Martin was a jerk to her when they were dating. Then he ended up cheating on her.

“Well, I didn’t!” Martin shot back. Todd raised both his eyebrows trying not to laugh. Great comeback there, Martin.

“You have to retract the newspaper. And I want you to kick Erica off the team!” Martin exclaimed.

“Really?” Todd said pretending to be surprised. He took the newspaper, scanned the headline and the beginning of the article. Then he turned to the second page where it continued. “I don’t see any typos or grammatical errors… The words flow right along the page and I find her creativity to be her best yet.” Todd closed the paper and looked Martin straight in the eyes. “I don’t see any reason to kick her off the paper. She truly is a fantastic writer with a great eye for a good story. It’d be a shame to let her talent go to waste.”

Martin balled his hands into fists, his arms shaking, and his teeth clenched. Todd stood his ground, remained seated at his desk. He could feel the eyes of the rest of the newspaper team staring both of them down; wondering what was going to happen next. Maybe some of them were even hoping for a fight.

After a few moments of nothing, Martin snatched the newspaper off of Todd’s desk, crinkled it up into a ball, and tossed it into the nearest trash can. Then he stomped his feet out of the classroom.

After a minute or two of silence, and Todd watched the door waiting for Martin to come back with fists flying, the rest of the room erupted into applause. Todd turned his attention to everyone else and they were all smiling and clapping for him. He couldn’t help but smile.

He shrugged it off and told them to get back to work.

Now he just needed to remember to talk to his homeroom teacher about looting Martin to a different club. There was no way the rest of the school year will go smoothly after that encounter.

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Time To Write: Awkward [Creative Writing Prompt]

Last week’s writing prompt was a Random Words exercise. Check out some great pieces by fellow writers:

Now check out this week’s prompt:

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Write an awkward encounter between two characters or an awkward scene of some kind.

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