Thursday, January 16, 2014

Writing Challenge Trials on Day Three

This prompt made me cringe. Politics. It's not my favorite topic, but keeping with the promise I made to myself yesterday, it will be fiction anyway. I read the prompt clicked the button and let the words flow.

The sixty second start is in red. The continuation is in black, so you can see how I did. 

Denny had grown up believing he could be President of the United States. His mother told him it was possible, and he always believed his mother. She was the only one who understood him. She'd called him her little man as long as he could remember. When other kids teased him, Denny's mother comforted him with long talks about how wonderful he was, and how much she counted on him to be her strong little guy.

After she stopped talking, Denny would lay his head in her lap so she could stroke his face. Smooth his worries with each touch of her fingers. Denny went to his mother for comfort whenever anything went bad in his life. Long into adulthood. She'd always comforted him. Until one day, she didn't. He laid his head in her lap. Nothing happened. Her hand didn't reach for him as it always had. He shook her. Yelled. Demanded that she comfort him. He deserved it. He was her little man.

He pressed his cheek to her thigh and waited for her strong hand to smooth away his worries. He'd wait as long as he needed to.

That's the challenge for day three! Today was a two post day since I had other news I wanted to share, too. Check out the cover reveal post, too. Here's the link:  Cover Reveal

16 comments:

  1. Kinda creepy... makes my mind wander to the Bates Motel. LOL Great imagery.

    ~Lorelai
    Life With Lorelai

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    1. That's exactly the kind of scene I was picturing as I wrote it. It's exciting when I can successfully put my thoughts on paper and they work!

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  2. Oh goodness, that's sad! I like your fiction idea with this, though!

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    1. I'm glad! It feels more creative than answering the question or prompt with more stuff about myself.

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  3. that's totally Norman Bates.. loved it

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    1. I'm excited that it was successful. I wasn't sure if everyone would see what I was trying to do. What's in my head doesn't always translate to paper!

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  4. Wow! I see the flesh decaying under his poor head....the stench of the room. Thanks for the lovely mental pic, goes great with my morning coffee. ;)

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    1. I'm glad I could supply the smell of decay to your morning. Bet they don't have that flavor of creamer in the supermarket!

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  5. It is a great writing idea. I enjoy it a lot.

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  6. i'm glad you were going for a 'bates' moment because I was getting a little creeped out.. haha.. you totally hooked me, even with the preface of it is fiction.. great job!

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    1. Thanks! Imagine if I wasn't going for creepy. That would have been awkward.

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  7. The hand that rocks the cradle..........mwahahhahahhaaa. That is a bit sinister, but definitely makes us want to know more. Well written!

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    1. Thanks, Natalie! I'm really overjoyed that people seemed to enjoy the challenge stories.

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  8. I really enjoy reading your writing. Thank yo again for an enjoyable post!

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  9. Thanks! I'm happy when it's at least mildly entertaining. That's the goal!

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