Here goes, my first of what is hopefully many attempts at Writing From A Prompt. Below is the picture used for this activity and beneath that will be the short pieces of writing that I have come up with from the picture.
This first two pieces were written (by me) whilst we were running a “Tell me a Story” piece in the Facebook group I am a part of (Book Club)
There is a house in New Orleans, They call the rising sun. This isn’t it. This is a dump. What once belonged to Klaus and the Mikaelson’s was now a shadow of its former self. The great war of 2015, that broke out between the werewolves and the vampires had resulted in every Mikaelson property in the quarter being ravaged. The vampires had finally teamed up with the witches and brought hell to the town. Klaus and Elijah made it out alive and back to Mystic Falls. Just in time to see Matt Donovan and his team of hunters reigning power over the vampires situated there.
Wandering through the front door, Alice shook her head. Whoever lived here had not taken very good care of it. Why she had chosen to buy a house in wonderland she’d never be absolutely certain. Maybe it was the nostalgia from her childhood visits or the fact that she couldn’t wait to move out of her parents house. Either way, this was her new home. Yes, it needed some love and care but with the help of her Wonderland friends and her husband, The Knave, it would soon be perfect.
You may notice, that both of these were generated from a fan fiction point of view. One being a popular TV show and the other a much loved classic story.
The following short piece was written (yes, still by me) right now. As I compiled this post I wanted to add something new to the picture, I tried to come up with an original idea.
Mary was 11 when her parents announced they were getting a divorce. She wasn’t told any real details about what had happened, although she could tell that her mum must have done something to upset her dad. The only reason Mary knew this was because her dad packed all her mum’s belongings and through them out onto the street the day after she had been told of the divorce.
A few days after the suitcase saga, Mary’s dad called her downstairs to announce that they were selling the house and had to move. Mary was not happy. “Why are we the ones that have to move?”
“Because I can’t afford the mortgage on this house on my own, Mary.” Dad replied sadly
“I hate mum. I hate that you made her leave. I hate that we have to sell this house” Shouted Mary.
“I’m sorry Mary, things will work out. I have found a house that I can afford, would you like to come and have a look later today?”
With a huge sigh, Mary resentfully nodded her head. Maybe things will be ok, it might be a really nice house in a nice area.
Later that day, Mary and her dad got into the car. They had been driving for a while, Mary sat staring out of the window as the skies turned darker and the houses around them started to change into trees. The further they drove the denser the trees got. “Oh great!” Mary thought “We’re moving to middle of nowhere.”
After about three hours the trees started to clear. Slowly, but surely Mary began to see houses. Just a few at first, but each couple of minutes more houses came into view. These weren’t any old houses, they were brand spanking new. Big houses. The sort of houses that the rich and famous usually live in. Feeling a bit better about the moving situation Mary started daydreaming about their house. How big it would be, how many rooms, the size of the garden and all the new people she would meet.
As more and more houses came into view, her dad turned around and said “Keep looking to the left Mary. Our house is coming up in about five minutes.” So Mary did as she was advised. When the car rolled to a stop outside a large set of electronic gates Mary smiled. Even the grey skies couldn’t dampen her quickly changing mood. Her dad got out of the car, Mary followed suit. He went and punched in a code to the gate’s security system. “This place is swanky” Mary said with a happy smile.
“I know” Dad replied “Just wait until you see inside. It’s practically untouched so we can decorate and accessorise exactly how we wish.”
Mary squealed with excitement, she had already started dreaming up ideas for colours and things she wanted in her room. Mary couldn’t remember the last time she had felt like this about anything.
“Come on Mary! Let’s go in” Her dad shouted from outside the front door. He was unlocking the door.
Mary quickly ran up to the front door where he was waiting before he pushed it open. Opening onto a big entrance hall, dad looked at Mary with excitement in his eyes. Mary took a few steps forward so she could see the room and her heart sank. It wasn’t just a blank sheet, it was a dilapidated old house.
Thank you for reading. I hope you liked my short stories. Please feel free to leave me any comments.