Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #59

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

 

I’m suddenly a bit panicky. Too late for what? Has the person who wrote this done something drastic? Have they put a set of events into motion, events happening like the fall of dominos? Is the author leaving someone? Have murdered, embezzled, set a timer for global destruction, or already left for the grocery store?

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

2 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #59

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    “Give me a flashlight,” yelled Damon. “Quick!”
    “Hang on a second. I can’t see anything,” replied Mark. “It’s pitch black in here. Why did you let go of that door we just came in?”
    “I didn’t let go,” said Damon. “The door was heavy like lead and it just slammed itself shut. Now give me that light so we can figure out where we are.”
    Mark fumbled around in his backpack and finally located the light. Switching it on, he handed it to Damon. “Here. Not that it’ll do much good. This place looks like a dungeon.”
    “Dungeons only exist in movies and ancient history, Mark. Grow up.”
    Snatching the light, Damon scanned the thick stone walls, spotted no windows or other openings. “That heavy door is the only way out. See if you can pull it back open.”
    They both tried, to no avail. They couldn’t even budge it.”
    “No good,” said Mark. “Hey, wait, shine the light over by that handle that doesn’t work.”
    “Why?”
    “Thought I saw something. Maybe a piece of old paper.”
    Damon aimed the light. “It’s a note!”
    “What does it say?”
    “It says, we’re screwed.”

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