Hey all! I've had a super busy week but I would never miss our weekly writing prompt/discussion. Today, I have a prompt for you all. I've been drowning in an unending sea of edits so I feel like writing today! This one I got from writers digest where I've been getting most of my prompts recently. Their site is actually really awesome so I urge you all to check it out...
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PROMPT 9- Why did you do it?
At work, you've been getting a post it note on your desk every morning that says, "Why did you do it?" You've talked to your boss, the night cleaning crew and your co-workers. No one seems to know who is putting the note there, or why. You decide to work through the night on evening, in hopes of catching the person. Write out the scene.
(500 words or less- but if you're feeling ambitious, never stop!)
My response....
Luckily the day she chose
to stay late, she had a lot of work to do so she wasn’t just sitting in her
swiveling chair, watching the clock tick for her secret stranger. She was
consumed in her work when she heard a creak coming from the hallway.
Immediately she dropped
her pen on her desk and stood up, wanting to meet her hater head on. She picked
up her gun that she kept in her purse and held it strong in her hands, hoping
it will deter her enemy from hurting her.
“Who is it?” She asked out
into the mostly dark office building. Silence greeted her back and her heart
sank when she realized she was probably just hearing things. It was after
midnight after all. She let her hands fall to her sides with the gun loosely
hanging and retreated back to the room.
But before she could get a
foot into the room, she was tackled to the ground. She grunted and tried to
push the body off of her but it was clear that the man on top of her had the
upper hand. Giving up, she let her body relax and waiting to see the man’s face
who’s been haunting her with his notes for weeks.
She didn’t expect to see
the man on top of her—Kevin, her ex-husband. She glared at him as she tried to
put the pieces together in her mind. It didn’t make sense. They had ended their
divorce cordially and had even begun to talk lately.
“You?” She gasped out,
still pinned beneath the man’s hard body.
“Who else were you
expecting?” He asked her back, his jade eyes soft and not like a stalker like
she had expected.
“You sent me those notes?”
She asked him.
“Of course. I need to know
Jane. Why?” He cried out, burrowing his head in his hands like he was on the
edge of a breakdown.
“Why didn’t you just ask
me?” Exasperatedly, she pushed his now non-threatening body off of her and
stood up so she could have the upper hand. It still didn’t make sense. If Kevin
wanted to know why, why didn’t he just ask.
“You did this…” He said,
standing up with her gun in his hands. She now realized that the situation was
far more serious than him just annoying her or asking her a simple question.
She now had to talk him off his little ledge.
Kevin always had some
problems with his self esteem and fitting in. She never thought he would take
it to this extreme but it was clear now that he needed help. And although she
no longer loved Kevin, she would help him because after all, he was the father
of her three children.
“Shh.” She said, trying to
contain him. She reached her now shaking hands out and tried to get his hands
in hers but he pulls back, jerking himself away. “Kevin, it’s okay. Let’s just
go home.” Jane said to him in her most soothing voice.
“It’s not my home anymore.”
He stuttered out, continuing to back up away from Jane.
“Just come home, Kevin. We
can talk.” She said to him, hoping to bring him to her as she pursued his every
move. Every step he took back, she took one forward. When she was close enough that
she felt she could reach him, she doubled her step and knocked the gun out of
his hand.
It went flying to the
other side of the room. He started to reach for it but she got in his way so it
was only her that he could see. He looked into her dark eyes, filled with so
many emotions he could barely comprehend each one.
In that moment he knew
that all he wanted was his life back—his family, his wife, his house. He prayed
that Jane would give him a second chance. But that little voice in the back of
his head told him otherwise. He collapsed on the ground and started bawling,
trying to understand where he went wrong.
Jane, his Jane, sat next
to him and held him for who knows how long.
Seven hundred words but not too bad. I have trouble staying in the 500 word count area. That's way too little!
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Great prompt, and fantastic piece of writing to go with it. Really believable dialogue.
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