Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Writing prompt Tuesday - Staring down at...

Our first prompt of the year is here! See what you can do with hit. Have some fun and share whatever you write. Whether a single sentence, a paragraph, or a page try to capture the reader's attention right out of the gate.

Prompt: Staring down at. . .

6 comments:

Loretta Wheeler January 5, 2010 at 5:18 PM  

Staring down at the murky waters, she wondered what lay hidden in its depths. No telling. The swamps had hidden many things over time. She tilted her head and contemplated that for a moment. It didn't take her long before she came to the conclusion that some things were best left hidden,like sleepin' dogs. Some things just needed to "lie" there.
Loretta Wheeler

Cynthia Spurr January 6, 2010 at 10:06 AM  

Staring down at the white gaunt woman in the bed she wondered what her parents, her brother saw in her. She suppose she should have some sympathy, but that dark seed in her chest just throbbed. It wasn't the woman's fault.

Nicolette closed her eyes steadying her breathing. The odds of this woman even waking up were slim. Slowly she opened her blue eyes as a slight smile crossed her face.

No the woman would not wake up. She stood a moment longer staring down at her.

Denise January 6, 2010 at 6:28 PM  

ok - wow! Very nice Lo and Cynthia. They captured my attention and made me want to know more.

Anonymous January 10, 2010 at 9:16 PM  

Staring down at James the taxi driver laying face down on the parquet, Grace wondered if he really was a taxi driver after all. "Why would someone shoot James--he seemed like such a nice harmless guy..."

comment by StephanieG

Gina Nero January 30, 2010 at 7:12 PM  

Staring down at my dirty fingernails, I stood twenty five years ago popping bubble wrap in my kitchen. There was dog drool next to my foot and the refrigerator magnets were in a clump on the floor.

My mother was hunched over the sink, clutching her chest as she exaggerated the effects of her asthma. I grabbed another sheet of bubble wrap from the package that had caused her outbreak, and popped the bubbles one by one insouciant to her show as she gasped and cried.

As my legs dangled from the chair, I wondered why someone would act that way over a package. She was an actress I supposed. Then within a minute the man, Julius from the restaurant stormed in through the back door and strangled her to death right in front of me.

Denise January 31, 2010 at 8:44 AM  

Gina - Wha?! That was so not what I expected. Loved it.

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