Writing Prompt of the Day

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Here's where I'll post a writing prompt of the day.

Writing Prompt #1

While shopping downtown one day, you find an antiques store that has a rare, old doll. You buy it for your daughter. A few days later she tells you her new toy can talk. You don’t believe her, until one afternoon you find yourself alone in the house, and it starts talking to you. Write this scene.

[MultipleMinds]

Velma was an average person. Her grades in school had been average. Her lifestyle was average. Her performance at work as average. Everything was average about her. Now usually, she always shopped at the same stores, bought the same things, and went the same route everyday. She wasn't one to venture out of her comfort zone.

Velma always started her days out at 6am. Her alarm blared it's usual song "You make me Smile". Velma groggily emerged from her dreams and clicked it off. Velma rubbed her eyes and sighed heavily as she forced herself out of the bed. Her warm feet were placed on the cool tiles making Velma wish she could just cuddle back in her blankets again. Instead she gritted her teeth and crossed her arms over her chest to cope with the cold.

Velma pulled her business suit from the closet and headed to the bathroom, making sure to be very quiet so her eight year old next door wouldn't wake up. The child slept until 7am. That gave Velma more tan enough time to get dressed and ready herself so she could help Brittney get her things together for school.

After a hot shower, brushing of her teeth, and hair, Velma was feeling more awake. She slipped down the hall and made herself a cup of coffee, adding her usual sugar and French vanilla creamer to it. After a few sips she headed out the door to get the news paper. Had to keep up with the talk, didn't she?

When 7am rang from Brittney's alarm clock, Velma was already in Brittney's room with the lights on getting her going for the day.

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Velma dropped Brittney off at her first sleep over ever on Friday night. She was so excited she nearly forgot to kiss her mother goodbye before rushing into the house. And so Velma was by herself for the night. Her husband had died of a stroke yeas ago. And though every time she walked past his picture she felt the painful tug on her heart, she couldn't take it down.

Velma made herself a cup of hot tea to help her calm down from the days events. Then she headed down the hall towards her room. She was strolling past her daughter's room when she saw the lights we on. Velma had swore she'd turned the light out before she'd taken Brittney to her sleep over, but she supposed she must've forgot.

Velma entered the room and spotted what a mess it was. She sighed and begin picking up toys and dirty clothes off the floor.

"Hello." A child's voice called out to her. Velma dropped what she was holding and flipped around only to see no one else in the room with her. She sighed to her self in relief and laughed it off. She just wasn't used to the quiet house. Usually she'd be up playing with Brittney right now. So Velma turned back to her job and clened te room up.

Just as Velma was about to leave the room, a voice called out again. "Velma. I need help." Called out a little girl's voice. Velma's eyes widen s her heart skipped another beat. She turned around and looked everywhere around the room, and then everywhere in her house, she even went outside and circled herhouse.

Coming back inside from the December chill, Velma decided she was just over tired and needed to lay down. So again, Velma was on herway to the room when she realized she hadn't shut the door or turned off the lights in her daughters room. So sh entered it one more time to do so. She flipped the lighs off and turned to head out. Suddenly the lights flipped back on. Velma turned back around confused and freaked out. looked over at the switch only to see the porsilin doll that she'd brought for Brittney.

"Hello, Velma." It said. This time clear as day Velma saw it's lips move and heard the voice from the doll. She screamed.

"No no, please don't scream. I'm sorry for scaring you." It said. Velma ran from the room into her own room and locked her door.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, Velma. It's just a dream. That didn't happen. You are overly tired. Just go to sleep." She self talked herself. But she couldn't lay down, not after that. Velma suddenly heard knocking on her door.

"Help me, Velma." It called.

"Go away!" Velma screamed from behind the door.

"Velma I need help. Please help me." It asked again.

Finally after a long period of silence, Velma had the courage to open her door to see if it were gone. She slowly cracked the door open and didn't see anything. She opened it wider and didn't see anything outside her door. She sighed with relief. "Yep. It's offical. I'm just crazy." She said to herself. She shut her door and locked it again and hopped back in her bed.

"Velma listen." A voice called beside her. Velma looked over and there was the doll. You can imagne the reaction that got from her. "Shhhh." It hissed at her. "Listen." Shaking Velma was frozen where she was.

"I'm only a 14 year old girl, Velma. I've been trapped i this body for years now. I miss my mommy and daddy. I just want to go home." The girl said through the lips of the doll. Velma felt as if she were gong to pass out. She wasn't breathing anymore.

"My name is Trisha." The doll continued. "This evil witch casted a spell on me. Now I'm trapped in this body. Please Velma, help me."

"What the hell do you want me to do?!" Velma screamed shaking harder in fear.

"Just look into my eyes and say my name and the curse will be broken." The doll aid staring into Velma's eyes. "Good, now just say 'Trisha'."

"T-T-Trisha." Velma sputtered. Suddenly, Velma felt a pull and she was gone. A young 15 year old girl popped out of the doll. Trisha stared at the doll that now contained Velma. "Sorry, Velma. But now no one will ever have to deal with this again. She then raised the screaming doll and smashed it to the ground. Velma's screams died with the shattering of the doll. Trisha ran from the room leaving the smashed doll and house behind. A single tear drop was left in the unsmashed eye of the doll......

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Writing Prompt #2

Listen to some music outside your comfort zone — if you like rap and hip-hop, listen to some old school country, for instance — and write what the music makes you feel or think about.