Day 305 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Place your character into a story that is not their own.

Erin: “There is something weird about that kid,” Jenifer insisted.

“He’s a little different,” I agreed, but the truth was she was the different one in our world. She didn’t have powers, and we were all hiding them from her. We didn’t know why she was dropped into our world and we didn’t want to risk the consequences of finding out.

Shannon: “Who are you,” the girl with blue hair questioned.

“Raven,” I quickly responded, “I’m new,” I clarified as they all stared.

“Well you better not be expecting a lead role. They’re already taken. If you don’t want to be a background character, you should turn around now,” she warned.

“I don’t mind,” I shook my head. “I just want to be a part of a story again. I miss it,” I shrugged.

We’re not in Kansas anymore.

Day 304 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What is your character’s Halloween costume?

Shannon: Packman and his kids are the ghosts.

Erin: A classic black cat.

Happy Halloween!

Day 303 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a character working in a haunted house.

Erin: My first day working in the haunted house I was too scary. The first person I approached smacked me square across the face. That’s why the day I started was the day I retired.

Shannon: Is it bad that I like freaking people out? I’m quiet so I’ve always been good at sneaking up on people. Seems like the only place it’s accepted is at haunted houses, so I live for this season. I like to see people laugh after they scream, letting me know they enjoy my humor, instead of getting pissed off.

Monster Mash.

Day 302 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about carving pumpkins.

Shannon: It had been a while since I’d picked up my old carving tool kit. When people stopped showing up to our Halloween display, I slowly lost interest in my favorite pastime. What was the point anymore, when I was the only one who would ever enjoy my creations? But as I unzipped the kit, and stared at my worn-out tools, I felt a longing to make one more beautiful mess.

Erin: I love the end results of carving pumpkins and the actual carving of them. The only part I can’t stand is the gutting of the pumpkin. The slime all over my hands and in-between my fingers almost deters me from the act, but I just love those glowing faces.

Pumpkin Art.

Day 301 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a light shining in the darkness.

Erin: The sole star in the sky lit up my night.

Shannon: I didn’t want to leave the bathroom stall. They were supposed to be my friends. How could they humiliate me like that?

There was a knock on the door. “Hey Sam I saw what happened, and forget them. They’re jerks, you shouldn’t feel bad because they freaked out on you,” Megan got louder as she got more upset by the situation.

“They’re my only friends,” I wiped the tears from my eyes.

She made a fake gagging sound, “They are not your friends. And if you could promise you’ll never call them that again, then I’m your friend. You don’t have to put up with them.”

Light up the dark.

Day 300 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write a letter to your character.

Shannon:

Dear Character,

I know it seems like I’m screwing you over right now, but I promise I have a plan. You just can’t see it right now, but you will.

Erin:

Dear Character,

I’m sorry, but I don’t have time for you.

What would you say to your character?

Day 299 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: What’s your character’s favorite use for pumpkins?

Erin: Smashing them.

Shannon: Pumpkin carving.

When life hands you pumpkins…

Day 298 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a character with a unique upbringing.

Shannon: When I was young I slept in a tree, dangling from a tent. My parents took the family on a lot of trips because they were both nature photographers. For a while when we were young we never got to see them, but then one trip we were finally allowed to come along. I loved it. Maybe because we got to see so much beauty, or maybe just because it was nice to be a family again.

Erin: He was raised in a scientifically controlled environment to test parenting styles.

This childhood is not like the others.

Day 297 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a good dream as if it were a nightmare.

Erin: My dream date followed by my dream proposal should have had me waking up smiling. However, I woke up shaking and breathing heavily. Even in my sleep I knew it was him and I knew how we would end.

Shannon: It was awful it all started with this puppy sitting in the middle of a sea of pillows. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t stop staring. It was terrifying. Then it started walking towards me with huge eyes and I couldn’t run away. I was paralyzed in place. Right as it started attacking me with his tongue I finally woke up, thank goodness.

Make something right sound wrong.

Day 296 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about someone missing from a team.

Shannon: “It doesn’t matter,” I heard Katrina mumble just loud enough for everyone to hear before stretching her other arm crossed her chest.

“What? But she was being ridiculous,” Emily looked for confirmation from the rest of the group.

“It’s all just stupid. The stuff you’re always bitching about. Melissa isn’t here, she’s gone. She’s not coming back, and I can’t listen to it anymore. I want to play ball to get my mind off of what happened, so can you please shut up,” Katrina was shouting by the end as she picked up a ball and started smacking it into her glove.

Erin: It wasn’t losing our star player that made us lose the game. It was the loss of our confidence that cost us the win.

Who’s the missing piece.