Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Daily Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Have fun and write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

Why do I have three shoes?

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Leah DeGarmo is a veterinarian who can cure with a touch. For years, she's hidden her powers from the world. Now, the wrong people have found out, and they'll do anything to capture her. When they kill the man she loves, it ignites a dark rage inside her and unleashes her power to kill, transforming her into a demon of retribution. Leah resurrects her lover and exacts a terrible revenge against her enemies. Only once she starts, it's hard to stop. Does she control this new power or does it control her?

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  1. Shelly opened the duffle bag. She pulled out a pair of jeans with rips in the legs and a paint speckled t-shirt. She looked inside. “Why do I have three shoes?”
    “I figured you had three feet. You really are clumsy.” Bill laughed.
    “Hah hah! You’re so witty.” Shelly examined the three shoes. “If I’m so clumsy, shouldn’t they all be for the left foot?” She tossed them back inside the bag. “What am I supposed to wear?”
    Bill’s eyebrow arched. “I put in a pair of my sister’s best tennis shoes.” He grabbed the bag and looked inside.
    “There are two pairs of shoes here.” He pulled out a pair of white tennis shoes and a pair of blue striped tennis shoes. He shoved them back in the bag and tossed it to Shelly.
    She frowned and pulled out five shoes. Black ballet slips on with white dots that looked like snow sprinkles. All for the right foot. She stared defiantly at Bill and dropped the shoes in the bag one by one.
    Bill chewed the inside of his cheek. “That’s a pretty good trick you have going on there. How did you do it?”
    Shelly put her hand on her hip. “First, a magician never tells their secrets. Second, I’m not a magician, and third, we don’t have time to be playing games. Where are my shoes?