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PROMPTuesday: Exercise #5

Ten minutes or less, 250 words or less. Today’s assignment: Write something spooky. (I read this aloud to Le Husband and he said it’s not spooky. I missed the mark on this one but am posting anyway since it’s what came from the exercise.)

Just two hours earlier, she’d been on the side of the busy highway talking to her husband on her iPhone. “My car just stopped running on the on ramp. I’m gonna be late for my meeting and I spilled coffee on my white shirt. Fuck! This day is monumentally fucked and it’s not even 8:00 yet!” Now, as she crawled frantically on her stomach through the grassy field, hair and sun and tears in her eyes, she stifled her noisy gasps for air, trying to conceal herself in the brush. She heard an airplane pass by far overhead and tasted the metallic canyon in her mouth. The damp morning earth seeped through her coffee-stained and now mud-covered shirt, and she felt the ground give just a little beneath her elbows and knees. She wished desperately that she’d waited for the damn tow truck instead of taking the stranger’s ride. But he’d seemed so nice. He was from Wisconsin, for shit sake! Who ever heard of a psychopath from Wisconsin? Then Jeffery Dahmer came to mind.

She began to breathe faster.
She crawled faster.
She whimpered.
She clawed at the ground, scolded herself for being so stupid and prayed to a God she didn’t believe in.


16 Comments

All depends on your definition of spooky I suppose. I think it’s definitely scary and creepy and goosebumpy.

Posted by Kizz on 20 May 2008 @ 5am

Well, Sam said it was “just plain terrifying.” I really did want to write spooky but it just didn’t happen.

Posted by aaryn b. on 20 May 2008 @ 6am

Oh crap. I haven’t finished my coffee this morning and I’m terrified. Good job.

Posted by Cheri @ Blog This Mom! on 20 May 2008 @ 6am

It’s exciting. But not spooky. So, I wonder, what happens to this coffee-stained lady?

Posted by robyn on 20 May 2008 @ 7am

I like your definition of spooky!
Now what comes next???????

Posted by Deb on 20 May 2008 @ 7am

Your husband was incorrect today.

Posted by Jenn @ Juggling Life on 20 May 2008 @ 9am

I met my husband by taking a ride from a stranger. Now *that’s* scary. :)

Posted by Jamie on 20 May 2008 @ 10am

P.S. I hate those damn happy faces. Why do I type those?

Posted by Jamie on 20 May 2008 @ 10am

;)

Just f-ing around now. Sorry.

Posted by Jamie on 20 May 2008 @ 10am

Spooky AND terrifying — awesome job!

Posted by mommypie on 20 May 2008 @ 12pm

It’s not spooky, but it sure as hell is scary! Now I’ve got to go do something to get that picture out of my head.

Posted by Tiara on 20 May 2008 @ 2pm

Great prompt! The spookiest thing for me was the white shirt. Please tell me it wasn’t designer. And even spookier; did she lose her iPhone?

Posted by Destiny on 21 May 2008 @ 9am

Title of my grandmother’s book: Growing Up In The Brown House: Memories of Old Hartsville. (That’s right, she grew up in South Carolina in the 1920’s, and the worst thing she talks about happening is someone, like, forgetting a raincoat during a thunderstorm. Talk about spooky.)

Girl, I wish I could let it rip on the crazies (my grandmother included). And I wish you could be there with me and Stacy in July! It would make it even better.

Posted by Mary on 21 May 2008 @ 10am

Title of my grandmother’s book: Growing Up In The Brown House: Memories of Old Hartsville. (That’s right, she grew up in South Carolina in the 1920’s, and the worst thing she talks about happening is someone, like, forgetting a raincoat during a thunderstorm. Talk about spooky.)

Girl, I wish I could go all stops out on the crazies (my grandmother included). And I wish you could be there with me and Stacy in July! It would make it even better.

Posted by Mary on 21 May 2008 @ 10am

what? I posted that twice? what is wrong with me?

Posted by Mary on 21 May 2008 @ 10am

Coll story!

I will write something spooky that happened to me today:

I fit in my skinny pants without the aid of Spanx or other compression garment. have I been kidnapped by aliens and don’t know it? Or did someone replace my pants with a larger size, without telling me?

Posted by manager mom on 22 May 2008 @ 11am

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