Writing Prompts

Let’s face it, if you writing anything–be it an 1000 word essay for school or a 100,000 word epic novel, you’re bound to run up against writer’s block every once in a while. For me it’s probably all too common an occurrence. I even posted a blog about my search for methods to try and tackle writers block. You can find it here.

This is the result of a writing exercise I did to help get me out of writer’s block. The topic was influenced by the hurricanes that recently hit the East coast. It’s only a few paragraphs, but that’s all it took to break me out of my block. I didn’t pay much attention to grammar, and aside from a quick spell check , made no other attempt at editing. Here you go…

I chewed on my thumb nail, nervously awaiting this week’s winner to be announced. “One of you will be in, and one of you will be out.” I said the words out loud along with Heidi Klum. I hope it’s not that bitch, I hate her! I mean, what does she think this is? The 1980s or something? “And this week, the winner is–” Suddenly there was loud “BOOM”, and then nothing.

“Hey!” Charlie cried out from the bedroom, “The power went out!” No kidding, Sherlock. The only time he ever notices anything is when he can’t play his stupid computer game. I reached out in front of me and felt the cold glass surface of the coffee table. As I moved to the end of the sofa, I slid my hand across the table accidentally knocking over my super-sized Micky Dee’s Coke.

“Shit!”I muttered, feeling for the cup to right it again. I had followed the safety suggestions from the news anchor guy earlier and had drawn the drapes closed, and now it was pitch black in the living room. I guess that was better than having a million shards of glass flying into me. Coming from California, I grew up with earthquakes and they hardly scare me anymore. The key word here is “hardly”. The last big one that hit LA did manage to affect me enough that I bought one of those emergency kits they advertise in Sky Mall catalogs. Charlie was so freaked out, he spent the next year convincing me we would be better off moving to the east coast. So we did. And now here we are, far removed from our friends and family, which I thought would have brought us closer to each other. In fact that was the only reason I agreed to move here. I thought there would be fewer distractions, and Charlie and I could finally focus on us. Instead, we’ve grown even more isolated from each other. With me blaming him for making me move here, and Charlie sick and tired of me nagging him about moving out here, we pretty much avoid being in the same room as much as we can.

“Cell phone service is down too!” he bellowed,”Man this SUCKS! I was about to level too!” I rolled my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm myself which also gave me time to adjust to the darkness. Slowly, I made my way towards the kitchen where I knew we kept a flashlight. I just hoped the batteries in it weren’t dead.

Without the sound of the TV blaring, I could hear the rain and wind gusting against the walls of the building. They said that by the time Irene got to us, it would have been downgraded to a tropical storm which sounds almost nice. You hear something like that and you think of a soothing rain shower on a warm beach of some exotic island. But whatever that was that was going on outside, was most definitely NOT soothing.

I was almost to the kitchen, when I felt a sharp pain against my left hip and I went crashing to the floor. I had bumped hard into the corner of the dining table. I sat there writhing in agony, senselessly angry at myself for not seeing the table in a light-less room, when I saw from the corner of my eye, a little square light flashed from across the room. It was Charlie, and he was holding up his cell phone as a flashlight.

“Jen? Where are you? Are you okay?” His voice sounded frantic. When he saw me on the floor, he hurried towards me. “Jen!”
“I’m okay,” I said trying to smile. “I just ran into the table and banged up my hip.”

He knelt down, and I could see the whites of his worried eyes as they gleamed in the dark. “You sure you’re okay, no broken bones?” he asked, touching his finger to my chin and moving it from side to side.

“I’m sure.”

“Geez, I was so scared something really bad happened to you.” he sighed, flopping down next to me.

“Like what? The ceiling falling down on top of me?” I teased, “We’re on the third floor of an eight floor building.”

“Well, I don’t know. This is my first hurricane,” he chuckled, draping his arm around my shoulders, “how about you?” We looked at each other through the darkness and we both laughed.

We held on to each other tightly as the wind swirled outside, with neither one of us willing to let go of the moment…