October 4th, 2010
Oh Autumn, my Autumn. How you dredge up images of misted lakes and overgrown roads. Of beany soups and plastic princess masks that stole my breath. I will never forget your drifting leaves and crackling fires. Your dry hay swirls and new schoolbooks. The way you make me want to tell stories.
And hear them.
So PROMPTuesdayers? Seems I’ve really missed my story starters. I don’t know, I guess I got a little lazy and take it easy on you all. So now that the Fall calls our imagination, let’s get down to the business of creating, and gird our writing loins to finish the story begun below.
The sheets blew forward in a sudden blast of air, rattling the clothespins and setting Leota’s nerves on edge. But that strange wind was hardly the least of it. She wasn’t at all prepared for what came next.
Please start your tale (or finish it) with the lines above and then post your story in the comments OR post in your blog and leave a link to your blog in the comments.