Thursday, August 11, 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:

The children were gone.

In Promises to Keep, Jeny McCullough hears a voice assuring her that if she restores her old Victorian house down to the last original detail, her dream of having a child will become a reality. There is a problem, however, as the owner of the voice, Sarah lives there too. What does one do with a ghost that that doesn't know she's dead?

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  1. Mavis could hear the theme song to the Disney movie playing in the back of her mind. She pulled her hair from the sides of her face and shuddered all over. She was free now. The children were gone and she didn’t have to listen to that song ever again. No more giggling or farting cartoons that made her want to throw a rock through the sixty inch display screen. It was her own fault for spoiling them. She poured the luke-warm coffee into her mug, grimacing at the taste. She set the timer on the microwave and warmed it to the proper temperature. Sitting at the table, she relaxed her shoulders. The day was hers now that the children were gone. She could do anything she pleased. Her ragged fingernails played a melody on the table. Her lips pursed and twisted to the side. Anything she pleased, but what did she want to do? She looked at her nails and noticed the dirt underneath. She saw the cracked nail and a few were tattered. They were short. She kept them short for the children, but the children were gone and they weren’t coming back. First thing she should do is get a manicure. Might as well go whole hog and get a pedicure while she was at it.
    Mavis continued to sit at the table. She looked out the open french doors into the yard. The tree was tall and the branch with the swing was wide and strong. The children were gone. They would not be back. They would not swing under the tree again. She shuffled to the sink and poured the undrunk coffee into the drain. Watching it swirl