Writing Prompt: Day 109

109.jpgDay 109 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Have your character consider their odds.

Erin: “Let’s get a lottery ticket,” my roommate suggested.


“Why not,” she ran into my room and started bouncing on my bed.

“We don’t have any money,” I reminded.

“Exactly,” she screamed.

“We can’t afford to throw any money away.”

“We’re not going to, we’re going to win,” she lied.

“Were going to lose like 99.9999% of the population.”

“We’re going to lose, so were going to play,” she cheered and ran away before I could argue.

Shannon: If I do this I don’t know what I’ll get out of it. What are the odds anything will actually change? What are the odd things will just stay the same, or get worse? Then I get my hopes up for nothing. It’s not like I have much choice. Nothing is going to change if I don’t do anything, but what happens to me when I fail?  People keep advising me it couldn’t hurt to try, but rejection is never fun, and it’s never as easy as advertised. I guess over time you just get used to it. Well forget the odds, and the pain, because I’m going for it. 

Are the odds in your character’s favor?


One thought on “Writing Prompt: Day 109

  1. Janie’s radio crackled dangerously as a muffled voice blared through, “Are you at the ridge?” At the other end of the line was a short, gruff man who hated babysitting the newbies, but tolerated this particular exercise on this specific occasion for one reason alone; his brother’s estranged daughter had asked to join their crew. When he’d read her name, scrawled in fancy loops with a note about being an orphan scribbled on the last line of the application, it nearly brought a tear to his crinkled eyes. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he had always secretly hoped John would have met his only offspring before he bit the bullet, literally. No one knew there was any relation between the two of them, and no one ever would.
    Her toes dipped over the edge of the cliff, hanging on like a diver’s from the block; her jump would be far more terrifying than any dive into a pool, though. Through her head ran a line of complicated statistics she’d, stupidly, been researching as this assignment appeared on her calendar. Everything from likelihood of surviving a parachute malfunction to how quickly a sniper would hit her ran before her eyes at breakneck speed, making her stumbled backwards for stability.
    The idea with this exercise was for three cadets to escort an agent back to a building on the other side of the gulch, all the while avoiding the paintball guns stationed at random along the way. No one in the compound knew the numbers like she did. With her was a cadet who’d failed this mission three times, a girl who was on her first time and had five years of skydiving training before it, and a prisoner of war who couldn’t leave the location without fatality. Everything was set up and timed perfectly; Janie figured they had a five point nine percent chance of surviving to the end. Chances were good that the prisoner was going to escape along the way, the skydiver would make it across the gully and the failure would be their downfall.
    But, all in all, Janie was just excited for the opportunity, which was a very good thing under the circumstances. Speaking hurriedly to her crew, she whispered into the radio that they were about to set off. For a moment, there was a deafening silence that was so absolute they could hear one of the snipers’ coughing echoing around the cliffs. The reply was quick a, “Ten four,” before the signal was severed and the team were on their own. Motioning toward the ridge, Janie took a run at the open space between the cliffs and jumped with all her strength, soaring through the air with a high chance of making it through the day.


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