First of all, let me say, thanks. Your participation in PROMPTuesdays has been inspirational, fun, heartbreaking, thought-provoking and motivational. Just as good writing should be.
And I appreciate it.
I also hope to appeal to the lurkers and encourage you to submit something for PROMPTuesdays. There’s so judgment here and we’d all love to read some new voices, so please consider speaking up. (I’m crossing my fingers.)
Meanwhile, let’s get on to the next prompt. I’m being
slightly mostly selfish here because I love the genre and I’d really like to see what you do with it, so…
Write something spooky. It can be a made-up story, something that happened to you, dialogue, an urban legend re-told, anything. Experiment with tone, mood and atmosphere to create a sense of the scary. I’m not thinking gory here, but rather something less overt, more subtle; a story, description, poem, tidbit that uses description to convey a feeling of foreboding and spookiness.
As usual, the rules:
–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 250 words or less (adjusted from 150 for previous prompts).
–Use Mr. Linky to post your entry, so everyone can read them. 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 in the writing process.
Let’s do it!
My submission: (which went longer than I expected, but I wrote until the 10 minutes were up...)
They’d laughed the whole way, until they found themselves at a road block set smack dab in the middle of the street their GPS told them to take.
Lanie backed up and steered the SUV back in the direction from where they came. “Well, I guess it’s Plan B,” she sighed.
“Just get us there for happy hour,” Devin teased.
They’d been on the road to Palm Springs for hours now, and were running late for the cocktail party that kicked off the annual Writer’s Conference they attended very year.
Lanie re-consulted her navigational system and took another turn that paralleled the highway for a few seconds, then veered off, hugging the mountains that surrounded them. “What time is it?” she asked. The absence of street lights plunged them into darkness, lit only by the Lexus’ headlights.
Devin pressed the light on her watch, “8 o’clock.”
“We’re late,” Lanie said. “And I don’t know where we are.”
“What about the GPS?”
Lanie smacked the display in front of her. “On the fritz again.”
“Should we ask them?” Devin gestured to a group of three people walking just ahead, their white gowns barely illuminated by the car’s lights.
“I suppose,” Lanie hesitated. “But…are they Hare Krishnas or something?”
Devin laughed, “So? Hare Krishnas still give directions.”
Lanie pulled the car alongside the walking trio, as her window came down. “Hi there,” she started.
They stopped, but all continued looking straight ahead.
“Excuse me?” Devin popped her head out her window.
The tallest of the three turned to look at her, “Yes?”
His voice sounded deep, resonant, as if each syllable were a bass drumbeat.
Lanie took over. “We’re on our way to the Palm Springs Hilton. Can you tell us which road to take?”
A second voice, light, shrill. said, “The construction has blocked the main road. There’s another way, but it’s complicated.”
Devin pulled out the map, “Can you show us?”
“I’m afraid it’s not on the map,” deep voice said. “We can guide you there, but it’d be better if we got in the car. We’re headed that way.”
“Really?” Lanie sounded doubtful.
“Yes,” shrill answered now. “We’re on our way to our shrine, we always walk. None of us have cars.”
“Well, OK?” Devin posed it as a question to Lanie. They were Hare Krishnas after all.
“Sure, OK,” Lanie pressed the button to unlock the car doors.
The three Hare Krishnas took their respective seats and Lanie guided the car back onto the road.
“We’ve just got one stop to make,” the group’s leader said. He turned to look at his group, and it was then that Devin saw what hid under their robes.