Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #33

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

 

Who could she be? Why did the masses shout her name? Why whisper it? Was she a favored warrior princess who delivered her people from evil but then turned into the very thing she destroyed? Is she a hunter leading a purge on the people? Was she a bombshell actress who met a mysterious death and has become a part of an urban legend—only the bravest of kids repeat her name three times in a mirror and hoping she doesn’t appear.

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

4 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #33

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    Matilda Sourwalken was a legend even before most of the younger employees ever walked in the door of that fine old Carnegie Library Building… in the crumbling downtown of a now-sleepy city forgotten by the interstate bypass.
    To get the attention of Ms. Sourwalken — not the stereotypical “old maid” librarian, since she’d married and buried two husbands — one had to shout… as she was nearly deaf and refused the assistance of any hearing amplifiers.
    There were conflicting stories about exactly HOW she died… but everyone who worked there knew exactly WHERE — in the space formerly reserved for the previous (circa 1920) librarian who had been an “old maid” and actually lived in a tiny attic apartment on the premises. After that librarian had passed on, the former apartment was converted into a cramped and rather inhospitable “lounge” for the employees brave enough to climb that creaky, circular iron staircase to reach the penthouse.
    Some said it was haunted by the spirit of the woman who’d lived there for 39 years… but most who were knowledgeable of the situation agreed it was the spirit of Ms. Sourwalken which occupied that space.
    One dared not yell her name anymore, however, lest it set off an echo which seemed to continue bouncing off those ancient Carnegie walls for several long minutes… often frightening children on the main floor and even elderly genealogy patrons in the basement.
    So if one wished to discuss Ms. Matilda Sourwalken at all, one had to do in a whisper… but one never knew the precise spot where Matilda had taken her own life with a sharp pair of trimming shears.
    Or… as some told the story, was murdered by a vagrant who’d hidden in the bookstacks trying to stay warm and dry during that horrible storm after the 1965 hurricane.
    Whichever way those scissors ended up in her throat, it was widely believed that if you happened to be in the spot where she died — and whispered her name — you’d take a chill that would put you to bed for the remainder of your life.

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    Yup. This is one of those stories that set the imagination spinning. A good old-fashioned ghost story. I love it, Jeff!

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  3. I really really like this Jeff! You’re showing off those writing chops!

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    Agreed, Patti!

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