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Prompt Rules:
- Using the above image, write something.
- 250 words shall be your limit and the limit of your words shall be 250.
- Any style. Any Genre.
- No smashing the stories. We are not here to crush each other. We are here to help each other fly as best we can.
- That includes your own story. We are all learning and getting better. This is part of it.
Post your story on your own web place then post the link here so we may ooh and aah over it with great appreciation. If you don't have your own web place, post your story here, but please keep to the 250-word limit. And get yourself a web place. Own your words!
Aaaaand 1,2,3, GO!
"No," her voice trembled, her body instinctively pulling away from their path forward. "I'm afraid." She brought her hands to her chest and lifted her wide, pale blue eyes up to his, pleading.
He scoffed at her worry. "Why?" he said. "It's just a bridge. You won't fall in."
"No," she said. "It's not the bridge." She lifted her right and hand pointed, shakingly, at the house that peeked just barely out of the forest, its dingy white siding barely visible through dead branches and shadow.
"What, the Nichols House?" His face scrunched in confusion. "It's been empty for years."
She opened her mouth, inhaled, but closed it without speaking, lowering her eyes to the pavement below their feet. He'd never understand.
A smirk grew across his face, and he chuckled. "You know what we should do?"
"What?" she said.
"We should go in there." He broke into a sprint toward the Nichols House, laughing and not taking a single moment to check and see if she was following him.
"Are you insane?! NO!" He didn't understand. She had to stop him. But he was too fast, too strong. He didn't know.
He slowed as he approached the house, his chest rising and falling as he regained his breath. She wasn't far behind him, but when she reached the edge of the clearing in which the house lay, she stopped resolutely, her hand grasping a nearby, spindly branch.
"Come on!" He waved her closer. She shook her head.
With a sigh, he walked toward her. "There's nothing to be afraid of. The house is empty," he said. "Sure, it looks a little creepy, but that's all in your head."
He held out his hand. "Trust me."
Hesitantly, she took his hand, took a step forward. She felt her heart pounding in her throat, demanding that she turn and run, but it was too late. As she neared the house, she felt the entity inside begin to take control. Her skin was on fire in the most pleasant of ways, and her muscles, previously knotted and tense, loosened and strengthened. She felt a sly grin stretch across her face.
"Hey," he said. "Are you okay?"
She looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Better than ever."
THE END
Ok, so I'm way over the 250-word limit at 374, but I'm allowing it. I really enjoyed writing this one, and even though it could use some editing work, it actually came out of me quite quickly. I spent about 20 minutes jotting it down. For these writing prompts, I'm not expecting brilliance or even something that I'd consider publish-able. Instead, I'm just trying to spend a little bit of time each week writing something creative that doesn't have to do with my current work in progress. Perfection is not the goal (something that I'm really trying to instill in my own modus operandi because I *suck* at not letting perfection control me).
Did you participate in the writing challenge this week? Did you make it under 250 words? Because we all know I didn't.
Peace.
Stef.
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