Sunday, July 31, 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:

Summer vacation is over.

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. I did it! Pleasant story that isn't horror. LOL 7/31/16 Summer is Over.
    There was a scent weaving in from the open window. The breeze in itself was fresh and new. A slight drop in the temperture announced that summer is over. Leaves were beginning to drop. Not enough to rake, but enough to litter the front porch. I stepped out with a cup of coffee and sat on the bench. The neighborhood kids, packed away in school rooms for over a month, meant a quiet street with birds the only one singing. I wanted to sing too, but I can never find the key and I’m pretty sure there would be riots in my street if I tried. A small white terrier trotted down the sidewalk. It stopped in front of my house and stared at me. It’s tail was riding at full staff like the flag on the pole. He wagged his tail, pissed on the tree and contiued his way. So is life.
    I opened the newspaper and scanned the headlines. I only buy the worthless rag to line the birdcage and to shred when I’m doing paper mache projects with the kids. It has a lot of uses. It’s a shame that providing the news is not one of them. I make note that the library will be having a book bag sale on Saturday. A bag full of books for only two dollars. I can shove a lot of books in a bag. I shake my head. My children would scream loud enough to raise the roof if I brought home more books. I must look like a grinning fool as I think raising the roof would be a good thing because since the roof is off, I might as well add another floor. Then there will be room for more books.