Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #18

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.


I love October. It’s that spooky time of year to get our freak on decorating with pumpkins, witches, cats, and skeletons. We parade around in our devil horns demanding pumpkin spice lattes like zombies. *shivers* We watch horror movies and Halloween flicks. We revel in the unexplained, the mysterious, the downright scary. We celebrate death with whimsical costumes and candy. Dude…we’re kinda morbid.

So to capitalize on the fun, I give you the first of creepy prompts. Who is she and who is she running from? The typical sorority girl and serial killer? Unarmed sheriff and the convict she recently put away? Weary traveler and deranged child with red hair and farmer coveralls? Does she attract unsavory spirits? What happens if she does? Do they terrorize her or protect her? Does she even get away with her life?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.


3 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #18

  1. jeff7salter says:

    Bethany had entered through the cemetery’s main [front] gate, so Bless Saint Patrick, she’d exit the same way.
    Until she saw the dark shadow approaching… and blocking her way.
    Who had slipped in behind her and now blocked her exit? Or had he already been there… waiting for her?
    Or was it not a “who”… but rather a “what”?
    So, WHAT was now menacing her among the crumbling crypts and leaning headstones.
    This graveyard had residents dating back to the late 1700s. Guess it could’ve been any one of those spirits.
    But wait … this particular spook had a scent!
    Yeah… that’s the odor of sweat from an unwashed human!
    That evens things up a bit. Bethany had few defenses against spooks, but she could durn well protect herself from menacing men with an overdose of body odor.
    Still, it would be simpler to merely evade this creep… than to shoot him with her .357 magnum S&W Model 66 revolver.
    But he was blocking her egress from the front gate. Only other way out of the graveyard was that tiny gate at the far corner in the back. Not a good idea to use a different exit… that might anger some of the spooks residing herein and then she’d be back to the original problem of fighting spirits AND the stinky guy.
    “Guess that brings me back to a few well-placed shots,” she said to herself. Crouching down behind the immense headstone for old Jedidiah Crostsonman. Bethany held her breath and waited.
    As the stinky man approached, she drew her revolver from the inside-waistband holster and eased back the hammer. Single action would be best… especially with the smooth, light touch on this trigger.
    “One more step, dude,” she said loudly, “and you’ll be joining these poor departed souls.”
    “Whatcha gonna do, lady?” he replied, “hit me with a handbag?”
    “No… I figure three of these semi-jacketed hollow points would be a lot more effective.”


  2. jbrayweber says:

    Nice, Jeff! I love when the girl is tougher than the guy. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. jeff7salter says:

    the heroines I write have a lot of grit…

    Liked by 1 person

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