The purpose of these writing exercises is to take a prompt a week for ten weeks and allow myself ten minutes to expand on it. All the prompts are taken from my writing prompt eBook: Prompt Me.
To check out my list of ten prompts, and maybe have a go yourself, follow this link. Go with the flow, take the prompt literally, or just allow elements to inspire a totally different story. It is up to you. Link back to me, so I can have a read of your creations.
This is the last of these exercises. It has been a great experience, and I may or may not have some ideas for future use.
What would you do if the news reporter on your television started talking directly to you?
For the second time in as many nights, the TV turns itself on. The blasting voices cause me to jump awake and fall from my bed in a tangle of limbs and blankets. Tonight, however, Jenny is asleep on the camp bed, and I sprawl on top of her, as she, too, starts awake from the commotion.
“I thought you checked that it wasn’t on a timer,” she moans, burying her head in the pillows.
“I did. There is no reason for it to turn on. It’s faulty- stupid, hunk of shit.”
There’s a bang on the wall from the guy who lives nextdoor. “Okay! Okay!” I shout, crossing the room to the TV.
“Don’t turn me off, Beth,” says the news reporter on the screen. I jump away from the TV, scrambling backward into Jenny who now sits bolt upright in bed.
“You must listen to what I have to say.” The voice is robotic sounding, and not feminine like the woman reading the news. However, her mouth moves with the words.
“Is this some sort of joke?” Jenny asks. “This has to be a joke.”
“This is no joke,” the voice says. “Beth, you must get to the big hill in the next thirty minutes.”
Jenny grips my forearm. “It means Stargazey Hill. How can it know about Stargazey Hill?”
I scoff at her. “This is some sort of a joke. One of the guys perhaps?”
The news reporter stands and walks right up to the camera. “Listen to me! Get to the hill, Beth. You have thirty minutes or you sacrifice your home and your loved ones.”
I hold my hands up in surrender. “This is getting passed funny, now!” I shout to who ever is pulling this stupid stunt. “I’m pulling the plug.”
Again, Jenny grabs my arm. Her face is white and her mouth hangs open. I follow her line of sight and her finger pointing at the wall. The plug lies on the floor, yet the TV is working. The air leaves my lungs as I watch the woman on the screen. “We need you, Beth! Hurry!”
“I…I don’t understand.”
The image of the woman is replaced by the fuzzy footage of my Dad ushering injured and crying people into what looks like a dark cave. Jenny gasps, and I stagger backward, falling heavily on the bed.
“He is alive, Beth,” the voice says. “He needs your help. We all need your help.”
“Where is he?” I say, tears forming in my eyes.
“Your true home. I can take you there. You have twenty six minutes and counting.”
Throwing on my boots, I grab my coat and chuck Jenny’s jacket at her. “I’ll be there! I’ll be there!”
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