Friday, August 21, 2009

In one quick motion. . .

It's Friday and you know what that means. . .writing prompt!!

Okay, so I have not written mine for Tuesday's yet, but I will. I'm feeling pressure from the entries already posted. Sheesh! Such talent!!

Anyway, put on that creative writing cap, you know the the one that looks like a rainbow and has a propeller attached to the top. Wind it up and let go. Have fun with the prompt and whether you write a single sentence, paragraph or a short story, share what you come up with. We love to see your work!!

Prompt: In one quick motion. . .

Can't wait to get hooked by your writing!

7 comments:

Michelle Magill August 21, 2009 at 10:37 AM  

I haven't got a propeller hat but I've got all my hair perched up on my head and resemble some what a pineapple so here's my attempt.

In one quick motion the coin was gone and Sam's hand was yanked roughly across the table. The force dragged her out of her seat and she was hit by the sulfurous smell of decay. A single candle burned in the middle of the table and despite moving into its light, the woman's face was obscured by a hood as she bent over Sam's hand. She was bent so low that her breath was wet on her palm.

Beginning to regret entering the tent, Sam tried to retrieve her hand but it was held firmly in place. Swaying side to side and muttering, the woman appeared to be chanting.

The air in the tent was hot, the smell of the woman, overpowering. Sam gasped for air but couldn't fill her lungs. She could feel herself falling, moving despite her hand being held fast. Closing her eyes tight to steady herself, she grasped the table with her free hand.

"Are you well madam?", it was a man's voice. Opening her eyes, Sam was shocked to see a man's face close to her own. She looked down to see him holding her hand. "Where is the woman?" she asked.

"What woman madam? I found you slumped here on this bench quite alone. Are you unwell?"

Panic and confusion was prickling her skin. She was sitting on a bench seat in what was probably a park. It was still evening and there was not much light coming from the street nearby. How did she get here and where was she?

Turning to her helper, she asked "Where am I?"

"Hyde Park madam. Can I see you home?"

"Hyde Park! What, I don't understand. Where is the old palm reader?"

"Sorry madam, you are quite alone here. You don't seem well. Let me see you home and we will call a doctor." He gently pulled her up off the bench. Feeling movement around her legs, Sam looked down to see a long muslin skirt resettling to her ankles.

Now she noticed what he was wearing. Boots, trousers, waistcoat, cutaway coat, cravat and high hat.

"My God, what year is it?" she demanded.

"1805 madam." he whispered "and we need to be indoors now madam please. It is too dangerous to be out after dark. A warning has been issued for this evening."

"Warning, what are you talking about?" she demanded but let him lead her toward the road and the light.

"The moon madam, it may be hidden by cloud but I assure you it is full." he was glancing around them as they walked.

With the little light from the surrounding houses she could see him better now. He was younger than she thought, tall and handsome. His trousers were grey and his coat was blue. His hair was dark and but his eyes were not. She couldn't tell what colour they were in the dull light.

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, I mean, I don't remember." her head was reeling with confusion. Was this some joke or could she really be in 1805?

"Will you allow me to escort you to my home then? We truly need to be off the streets now." he sounded very worried.

"Alright, but please tell me what the danger is." she whispered, believing he was truly worried.

He looked at her now equally confused by her ignorance.

"With the full moon comes the werewolves madam."

GinaL August 21, 2009 at 12:16 PM  

Now seriously, how could I ever top that one. I'm quite impressed.

Gina Leuci
www.ginaleuci.com

Denise August 21, 2009 at 2:57 PM  

Michelle,

First - HA! Looks like a pineapple. :-)

Wow! Loved the scene. Liked how the reader did not know she had gone back in time until much later in the excerpt.

Great descriptions.

Now, was this off the cuff, or is this part of a story you are working on?

Denise August 21, 2009 at 2:58 PM  

Gina,

Get off your duff and write something. :-) I mean that in the nicest way.

D

Michelle Magill August 21, 2009 at 5:14 PM  

Thanks Denise and Gina! I love your tag lines - you post Friday morning but for me it is late Friday night. Yep it was off the cuff - I really enjoyed this one... was planning something shorter given the late hour of night but this one just kept building... great fun!!

Denise August 21, 2009 at 5:50 PM  

Michelle,

Isn't amazing when the creativity takes over and you can't stop.

D

Michelle Magill August 21, 2009 at 6:10 PM  

Absolutely!

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