Thursday, June 16, 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. Write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

My back itches.

A dark, demon-like creature has possessed Sunshine's body since the day she was born. For seventeen years, she has watched from the outside as the Intruder has slowly wrecked her life. Risking it all, in an attempt to reclaim her body, Sunshine is sent to a mental institution where Intruders abound. In a constant struggle to learn who she is, Sunshine must take charge of her life while battling the Intruders. Can she do it and maintain her sanity?

1 comment:

  1. Joe stared up at the full moon. He was in what he considered heaven with his hands behind his head and his best girl Joline resting her head on his chest. The scent of strawberries from the shampoo she used filled his senses.
    “That’s Venus, the planet of love, right there next to the moon. Oh my gosh. Why is it moving away?” She attempted to sit up.
    Joe stopped her, his arm across her breasts, pulled her back down to him. “Silly, that isn’t Venus. It’s a satellite passing. Venus is a bit smaller and sitting all by herself over there.” He pointed up to the star.
    “What’s that star right there above us? It’s the brightest star I’ve ever seen.”
    Joe squinted. He felt his stomach turn sick like that time he was on the ferris wheel and the sprocket broke. The cart had hung on its side with him dangling about. Death was calling then and he felt it was calling again. “Move, quick.” He shoved Joline off his chest. (end of ten minutes)
    “You don’t have to be rude about it, Joe.”
    “Come on.” He yanked her hand hard. The next day she would be wearing splints on her sprained fingers.
    He sprinted across the field, half pulling - half dragging Jolie behind him.
    The falling star crashed into the ground, the blanket they had left behind burnt beyond recognition. Joe shielded Joline best he could. She covered her ears against the impact’s sound.
    All was quiet. “Oh my gosh, Joe. Are you okay?’