Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Daily Writing Prompts

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:

She took the clippers to her hair.

Blackstone Resorts is a southern plantation built in the 1800's by the Reverend Charles Blackstone. It only opens its door to guests once every eight years. Guests soon discover they had walked into a Venus flytrap with no escape unless they repent their evil ways to the Reverend's satisfaction. The tradition continues two centuries later as eight unsuspecting guests arrive. Each recipient has his or her own reason for needing a quick escape from the outside world. Tension mounts quickly as they come face to face with their worst nightmare. Will they repent their evil ways or remain at Blackstone for the rest of their lives?

1 comment:

  1. Phyllis pulled the phone away from her head and rolled her eyes back as she listened to her sister venting about her job, kids, and husband. As if she was the only person in the world who had to deal with everyday crap. Her sister took it for granted that her life was a piece of cake. Cake. She walked over to the table and stared at the cake under the glass cover. No longer listening, but still replying with a a-huh, she contemplated the cake. It was a rich moist delectable treat and if she took a piece now, she would eat the whole thing. The last thing she needed was to add another five pounds to her already plump bum. She sighed as she lifted the cover and cut a sliver. Popping it in her mouth, she retrieved a plate and cut ¼ of the cake and sat at the table.
    There was a pause at the other end of the line. She swallowed hard, Her sister had asked a question. What was it? Phyliss mumblee. I’m sorry what was the question?
    “I asked what you were eating.”
    “Just a small piece of cake.”
    “Must be nice. Throw it in my face. You know I’m on a diet. Some people aren’t as skinny as you.”
    “You did ask. And at least your weight is distributed. Mine is all in my ass.”