The exercise:
Write about: in the still of the night.
Showing posts with label Night Prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Night Prompt. Show all posts
Friday October 28th, 2016
The exercise:
Day 5 of Halloween Week would like to know what happens: when night falls.
Worked the 5 to 9 closing shift at the community centre this evening. Went pretty smoothly, other than having to kick the pickleballers out of the gym so that I could go home at the end of the night.
When I got home Kat was watching something on the computer, so I ended up writing this entry by hand. As a result, it got a little long...
Mine:
"So how did you end up here?" Ryan asked. They were sitting on opposite sides of the island in the kitchen, a plate of overcooked pasta in front of each of them. The curtains had been drawn to avoid attracting the attention of any of their neighbours - not that any of them would have been keeping an eye on the property. It was late afternoon by then but neither of them had done much more than poke at their food with their forks.
"I worked my first shift the first night I came into town," Angie began before a jaw-cracking yawn cut her short. She'd given up on trying to sleep several hours earlier. "I was chatting with a waitress at that diner I told you about. She told me there were a few abandoned houses I could squat in until a room opened up for me. Her boss wasn't coming in until noon so she let me nap in his office for a couple hours. After that I went looking and this was the best spot I found before I had to get back to work."
"And then you moved in the next morning?"
"Yeah. I was so physically drained and sleep deprived that I didn't look around the house at all - I just barely made it under the covers before I was out cold."
"They must have been pretty dusty and musty," Ryan said. "Nobody's lived here for like a year."
"Nah, they were totally fine actually," Angie said and then had to suppress a shudder. "Maybe another squatter had passed through just before I got there?"
"And did laundry before they left? Sure." Ryan didn't bother pretending to believe that was true. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Now?" Angie said, getting up and dumping her food in the nearest garbage bin. "Go to work. Come back here... probably collect my things and start looking for a less spooky place to hide out. You?"
"Not sure," Ryan said before following her lead. "I think I need some fresh air though. Mind if I walk you to work?"
"Yeah, why not?" Angie said with a shrug. "How about I fix you a drink on me when we get there? As a thank you."
"That sounds good to me - I could use a glass or three of Forget Everything Juice right about now," Ryan said as they headed for the door. Outside the sun dipped below the horizon. "But I'm not sure what I'm being thanked for."
"It's nice to have someone to talk to," Angie said as she reached for the door handle. "I've been pretty lonely since I moved here. Haven't made any friends yet, and even if I had I couldn't exactly invite them over, right?"
She turned the handle and pulled.
The door didn't move.
Day 5 of Halloween Week would like to know what happens: when night falls.
Worked the 5 to 9 closing shift at the community centre this evening. Went pretty smoothly, other than having to kick the pickleballers out of the gym so that I could go home at the end of the night.
When I got home Kat was watching something on the computer, so I ended up writing this entry by hand. As a result, it got a little long...
Mine:
"So how did you end up here?" Ryan asked. They were sitting on opposite sides of the island in the kitchen, a plate of overcooked pasta in front of each of them. The curtains had been drawn to avoid attracting the attention of any of their neighbours - not that any of them would have been keeping an eye on the property. It was late afternoon by then but neither of them had done much more than poke at their food with their forks.
"I worked my first shift the first night I came into town," Angie began before a jaw-cracking yawn cut her short. She'd given up on trying to sleep several hours earlier. "I was chatting with a waitress at that diner I told you about. She told me there were a few abandoned houses I could squat in until a room opened up for me. Her boss wasn't coming in until noon so she let me nap in his office for a couple hours. After that I went looking and this was the best spot I found before I had to get back to work."
"And then you moved in the next morning?"
"Yeah. I was so physically drained and sleep deprived that I didn't look around the house at all - I just barely made it under the covers before I was out cold."
"They must have been pretty dusty and musty," Ryan said. "Nobody's lived here for like a year."
"Nah, they were totally fine actually," Angie said and then had to suppress a shudder. "Maybe another squatter had passed through just before I got there?"
"And did laundry before they left? Sure." Ryan didn't bother pretending to believe that was true. "So what are you gonna do now?"
"Now?" Angie said, getting up and dumping her food in the nearest garbage bin. "Go to work. Come back here... probably collect my things and start looking for a less spooky place to hide out. You?"
"Not sure," Ryan said before following her lead. "I think I need some fresh air though. Mind if I walk you to work?"
"Yeah, why not?" Angie said with a shrug. "How about I fix you a drink on me when we get there? As a thank you."
"That sounds good to me - I could use a glass or three of Forget Everything Juice right about now," Ryan said as they headed for the door. Outside the sun dipped below the horizon. "But I'm not sure what I'm being thanked for."
"It's nice to have someone to talk to," Angie said as she reached for the door handle. "I've been pretty lonely since I moved here. Haven't made any friends yet, and even if I had I couldn't exactly invite them over, right?"
She turned the handle and pulled.
The door didn't move.
Sunday July 26th, 2009
The exercise:
T'was a busy Sunday and it's getting late. But the day cannot end without some writing, so here's the prompt: nightfall.
Actually, that reminds me. If you folk like the funny, and I reckon you do or you wouldn't put up with my nonsense, you owe it to yourself to check out The Legend of Nightfall by Mickey Zucker Reichert. It's one of the few books I've reread multiple times.
Anywho - on with the show! Or something.
Mine:
The shadows lengthen and deepen,
The night sky's starry eyes open;
Fire casts light and dark equally -
Come join our midnight jubilee.
We will dance until morning comes,
We won't stop when our feet go numb;
We draw strength from the moon's soft call -
We come alive when true night falls.
T'was a busy Sunday and it's getting late. But the day cannot end without some writing, so here's the prompt: nightfall.
Actually, that reminds me. If you folk like the funny, and I reckon you do or you wouldn't put up with my nonsense, you owe it to yourself to check out The Legend of Nightfall by Mickey Zucker Reichert. It's one of the few books I've reread multiple times.
Anywho - on with the show! Or something.
Mine:
The shadows lengthen and deepen,
The night sky's starry eyes open;
Fire casts light and dark equally -
Come join our midnight jubilee.
We will dance until morning comes,
We won't stop when our feet go numb;
We draw strength from the moon's soft call -
We come alive when true night falls.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)