Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #2

Writing prompts to kick start your muse.


Come on, slayer of words. Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I love to hear them!

4 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #2

  1. jeff7salter says:

    … looking through the window pane into the dark wintry night took all the courage Drusilla possessed.
    After the tapping moved to the mirror, she huddled back under her covers. Her best friend had told her about spirits (and even people) who use mirrors to “travel” hither and yon. The thought of who might be behind that reflective surface — or, indeed, INSIDE it — was too terrifying to bear.
    She could not even peek into the mirror.
    Yet the tapping continued.
    Was someone / some thing trying to get OUT of the mirror?
    Or were they trying to get IN to Drusilla’s bedroom?
    Either way, she wanted to part of it.
    Closing her eyes — in the belief that if she never SAW an image (beyond the reflective silver coating) she could be protected from it — she grabbed her wind-up alarm clock and flung it toward the large mirror.
    No way she could miss from that distance.
    An explosion of glass… a soft moan from inside the mirror.
    Maybe Drusilla would be safe now.
    Or… perhaps that spirit could relocate to the bathroom mirror!


  2. pibarrington says:

    “Okay, okay,” she grumbled walking toward her reflection in the glass. Still beautiful as always. She looked at her messy bird’s nest of hair and still rosy cheeks. “I’m still the most beautiful in all the land, big deal. Why are you waking me up so early? You know I was out late last night. I’m still the fa–”
    “Uh, no. You are not. Sorry, I just thought you’d like to know that right away. But if your beauty sleep wasn’t long enough, I’ll be glad to let you return to it–”
    “How would you like your face cracked beyond recognition? Now tell me who this bitch is, who’s fairer than me.”
    “Her name is…something White…let’s see, what’s white especially in winter? Hmm…could it be–”
    She picked up the fire poker. “Come on, give it up,”
    “Oh, right, right, Snow. Snow White. Yes, that’s it. Snow White. She’s in some kinky relationship with six or seven dwarves.”
    “Well then, she can’t be that pretty. Anything else?”
    “An eating disorder. Word is she only eats apples.”
    “Thanks.” she flung the poker at the mirror. “For nothing.”


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