Since this blog is my personal blog, I’ll be sharing writings and ramblings off and on. One thing that I did for a little while was search Pinterest for writing prompts. That actually spawned a few characters that I’ve started developing into larger stories, and maybe one day I’ll actually finish writing those stories.
I want to get my brain back into a creative mode again, so I want to start picking prompts again. I won’t do it every day, or even every week, but once in a while, I’d like to look through prompts and pick something to expand upon. Here’s my first…
Writing Prompt: “So, umm, where did your house go?”
Roxy continued running through the trees, thin twigs catching her dark curls as she weaved in the brush. She turned and glanced behind her briefly but saw nothing giving chase. She focused her attention back to the girl in front of her, Sierra. Her only priority was following Sierra to her house, where they’d be safe.
“Almost there,” Sierra shouted as she turned her head towards Roxy, her green eyes scanning the forest behind them both.
Roxy was glad to hear those words. Her legs were starting to burn, and she was gasping for air. Sierra climbed over a large fallen tree and ducked down behind it on the other side. Roxy followed, dropping out of sight as she wiped her forehead with her shirt sleeve.
“Are you OK?” Sierra asked, pulling stray leaves from her long, frazzled braids.
“Yeah, I think, but was that thing?” Roxy replied, her eyes glancing around the surroundings.
“I’m not sure, but my mom will know. She knows all about magical creatures,” Sierra answered. “My house is just on the other side of that hill. We can be there is less than five minutes. Come on!”
The two girls slowly raised their heads to peer over the tree trunk and check the woods behind them. There was a slight breeze rattling the leaves on the trees, and a woodpecker’s knock echoed in the distance. They stood, and moved side by side through the trees, clutching each other’s arms as their eyes wildly darted around, looking for any signs of movement. Only the leaves crunching under their feet could be heard as they stepped upon the faint hiking trail Sierra and her brother cleared last Spring. They quickened their pace as the path wound around a rocky outcrop, Roxy clinging tightly to Sierra’s arm as she once again checked behind them. Sierra stopped suddenly, Roxy almost knocking them both over as they stumbled forward.
There, in front of them, was a large clearing, with a short, stone wall in the outline of a building. Sierra stood silently; her eyes wide as she took in the empty site.
“It’s gone,” she whispered, her head shaking in disbelief.
“What?” Roxy asked, her eyes watching Sierra.
“My house,” Sierra said, “It’s gone.”
Roxy scrunched her face, her brain trying to piece together what Sierra was implying.
“So, umm, where did your house go?” Roxy asked, still not understanding.
“I have no idea.”