Wednesday, November 16, 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:

The airplane lifted.

Blindness was just the beginning. 
It was only when the virus progressed to Stage 2 that the true horror emerged. Ordinary people were being turned into mindless predators, and it didn't take Mason long to figure out their prey of choice. 

He thought he'd had nothing left to lose, but now he is all that stands between a young girl and a gruesome fate, and he's sworn to protect her with his very life. They'll have to be smart, they'll have to be strong, and they'll have to be every bit as ruthless as the swarm, but even as Mason and Mackenzie battle their way from one horror to the next in a desperate flight through a world gone mad, they both know that their time is running out.

The virus isn't done yet. Stage 3 is coming, and things are about to get a whole lot worse.

About the Author:
Ken was born in Saskatchewan, but has called Vancouver home for most of his life. He was raised on a steady diet of science fiction and disaster movies, so it seems right that his first published novel be about the zombie apocalypse. In his spare time, Ken tries to paint like Bob Ross and play poker like Doyle Brunson, but results suggest that he might have got it all backwards.

Tweet Ken @PennilessScribe



  1. Writing prompt: The airplane lifted

    My phone chimed. It was a new text message. Darlene. My sweet Darlene, the love of my life.

    'I can't go on like this', she said. 'I can't take anymore of it.'

    The words smeared across the screen as my eyes filled with tears. My sweet Darlene. The love of my life.

    'Don't bother replying. By the time you get this, I'll be on a plane.'

    It couldn't be. I wiped my eyes and felt my heart rise in my throat. My sweet Darlene. She texted the note because she knew she'd never get through a phone call without both of us crying. I shoved my phone back in my pocket, grabbed my coat, and tore downstairs to the car. The airport was an hour away, but the traffic was brutal and it took me nearly twice that to get there. I slid the car into a taxi stand and jumped out, completely disregarding the angry shouts that followed me into the terminal. I raced to the board and looked for the word 'Paris'. I didn't know the flight number, but I knew it would be Paris. 'On schedule' it said, so I sat down right there and buried my face in my hands. And in my mind, I saw it ll.

    The airplane lifted off. Darlene's face was in the window. She was crying, same as me. Crying tears of joy.

    At long last, my sweet Darlene was coming home.