May 5th, 2008
PROMPTuesday came around quick, didn’t it?
And here I was, just a few short hours ago, sitting at book club, innocently forgetting that shortly, a new writing prompt must be posted, so I, without a care in the world, poured myself another glass of wine…
But: I’m BACK, suckas!
And as such, a new writing prompt awaits you…if you double dog dare….
For a refresher, read some of the coolio PROMPTuesday submissions here: COOLIO PROMPTuesday SUBMISSIONS, and please pay heed to the carefully selected
–You must write your entry in 10 minutes. This encourages top-of-mind, primal thinking before the ego and judgmental brain kicks in. Just set a timer, make your kid count to 600 slowly, whatever. It’s an honor system. And I trust you.
–Keep to 150 words or less.
–Use Mr. Linky to post your entry, so everyone can read them. You don’t have to link back to me. I don’t care. Just write, I want you to write. If you don’t have a blog, please post your entry in the comments section.
–A new PROMPTuesday post will appear here every Tuesday morning and writers/just having funners will have until 11:59PM Pacific Standard Time to participate.
–Please have fun. Don’t put pressure on yourself. Together, let’s rediscover the simple joy of the writing process.
And now, here’s the prompt:
You’ve been taken from your home, blindfolded and put on an airplane. After what seems like forever, you’re led off the plane, and left to stand, alone. You take off the blindfold and see this:
What’s behind the door?
I shut my eyes again. I considered turning around, but to where? I didn’t want to see ahead of me, I didn’t want to know what lay behind. So I knocked. What else was there to do? I heard the door open quickly, quietly. I’d thought for sure it’d creak or groan, but nothing. Just a small whisper, like leaves blowing. I gathered in all my breath and let it out, turning my closed eyes to the sky. Here goes. I opened one lid slightly, the way I do when I’m watching a scary movie and don’t quite want to see who’s waiting in the dark.
“Hello?” I said it loud. Both eyes popped open and I saw no one before me. A half-twilight beckoned through the door, the outlines of trees, a hint of water ahead. But again, no sound. Not really, anyway. Rather, a low hum droned from the four corners. White noise, nothing more. Still…
I stepped over the threshold and walked toward a clump of trees just ahead. A small pool glimmered between the spindly branches and I spotted a canvas propped on an easel, one leg threatening to teeter into the water. Perhaps something on the canvas would offer a clue. I stepped forward, reaching the lake in 10 easy steps, and saw that the canvas was white, empty, plain.
I hesitated, the non-noise grew louder, and I began to draw.