Saturday, October 1, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute 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:

His smile reached ear to ear.

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 residentt 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?
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1 comment:

  1. Prompt: 'His smile reached ear to ear'

    What I remember most was his smile. That smug, shit-eating grin everyone saw on TV. It wasn't the trial of the century; hell, it wasn't even the trial of the year, but a pretty little white girl was involved, so at least the local news teams showed up when the judge was ready to hand down the verdict.
    "Guilty," the man said. Guilty. Thank God. But then he said, "Sentence will be six months," and tacked on, almost as an oversight, "Time served."
    Hell, the bastard was going free. That fine upstanding citizen, that pillar of the community. He was going free. True, he hadn't exactly killed anyone, but he'd destroyed an entire family, and in this day and age, that deserved more than a slap on the wrist, didn't it?
    I didn't know the girl. I didn't have to. One look at that smiling, smirking freak, and I knew I needed to act. This creature was a criminal. A predator. A monster in the guise of a simple school counsellor.
    I paid him a visit that very night. It was easy to slip through the back door unseen and unheard, and then we had a talk, him and me. And then I slipped back out into the shadows, shutting the door quietly behind me and tucking my knife back into my belt.
    When I left him, his smile reached ear to ear. It was a smile he would wear for the rest of eternity.