I haven’t felt much like writing lately, but today I decided to gather my laptop, journal, pen and pencil and head to my local coffee shop, do some people watching and maybe get a little bit of writing in.
I was doing a bit of people watching and searching for story starters because nothing was coming to me. Then I spotted this elderly gentleman and the first line that was generated was similar to the one that starts my story. So, I set my timer for 10 minutes and this is the result. I think has good bones and I’m anxious to see where it goes.
He sat quietly observing them, watching them as they uncovered his hiding place. He sipped his coffee and smiled slyly each time they unearthed a new one. He contemplated if he should tell them to check the yard next door, too but decided against it as there wasn’t much to unearth and there was no need in implicating himself. Nearly half a century had passed and they were still no closer to discovering him. He remembers them all. The first one was especially special after all it was the first. It gave him a sense of accomplishment and he knew that if he could do this he could do anything. One a year he vowed, but sometimes it was two. He had a signature, but they hadn’t figured it out until the 15th one.
He was clever from the start. Leave no evidence. Nothing that could tie it back to him. Dispose of everything. Don’t let anything linger. He did, however, have over souvenirs. He carried them around in that black bag. Never out of his sight. Never far away. Always in arms reach.
I haven’t done a 10-minute writing prompt in a while. I did a bit of editing to make it somewhat readable. Enjoy! 🙂
John sat on the front porch contemplating the meaning of stability. He recently looked up the meaning and realized none of the definitions fit him. His wife said she wanted a more stable life, but he didn’t know how to give her that.
Stability: continuance without change; permanence. That was one definition. John hated doing the same thing over and over. He hated being in one place for too long. He loved Read More…
I’ve been a bit remiss in my SoCS participation. But that’s okay, right? I’m using this week’s SoCS prompt, ‘finger’, as today’s 10-minute writing exercise prompt. And as always feel free to share your thoughts.
Melanie sat her desk and traced her hand with her eyes. For some reason she always did this when she was bored or stumped. She took notice that her index finger was almost as long as the middle finger. She often wondered why that was so, but the query was often short-lived. Today she sat at her desk across from some purported some bodies Read More…
This year, I have resolved myself to do more writing and one way I’m going to do that is by doing a 10-minute writing exercise every morning.
I was a bit of an overachiever today and did two. I won’t always post them, but I’m pretty proud that they are somewhat coherent and that I have the makings of a couple of stories.
***Note: The 10-minute writing exercises are unedited
Exercise #1 – Graduation
Every time Aubrey looked at her watch she wondered what he was doing. She thought maybe he was on his way to pick her up, but deep down she knew that he wasn’t. She looked at her watch again. It read half past three. Usually he’s at work, but not today. He went off somewhere Read More…