#StayHomeWriMo Day 5

Writing Prompt: Go outside (if you safely can). Put on your writer hat and try to notice 5 things to write about! 

My 5 things: gardening, waterfall, Buddha, t-shirt, bugs

The young man looked up to the sun, sweat beating down his face as he raked leaves. Kids ran by in delight down the freshly cleaned path to the waterfall nearby. He watched them with envy– free to make their own decisions, free to bounce and leap down the trail as they wished.

He so wished he could take his standard issue t-shirt off as he worked. Why did they make them wear such heavy material? Wasn’t it enough to be forced to do community service? Maybe it was to slow them down if they tried to run. He chuckled to himself. The guy working next to him gave him a dirty look.

Their site supervisor called out “BREAK” and everyone dropped their tools, huffing. They crowded under a tree for shade and accepted the pitiful granola bar and bottle of water. As if they were school children on rations. He smiled to himself again, remembering how he used to try to trade kids on the playground services like finishing their homework for granola bars like this one.

“What are you laughing at?” the man next to him asked, irritated.

“Oh, I was just thinking…” he started, but the man moved on, swatting flies and giving him a dirty look. He shrugged and sat under the tree, savoring the sweet oats and nuts flavour, trying not to drop anything on the forest floor.

“Okay, breaks up! Back to work!” The supervisor declared. The crowd of orange shirts slowly got up, cracking plastic water bottles in their fists, sauntering back to their work stations.

A group of yogis gathered on the opposite side of the trail, overlooking the waterfall beyond the trees. He watched their gentle movements, their limbs swaying in the breeze, the Buddha around one women’s neck twinkling in the sunlight. He sighed. They looked so peaceful.

Shaking his head, he thought to himself, ‘when I get out, I’m not wasting my time on that!’

Smiling, he went back to work.

#StayHomeWriMo Day 1

Writing Prompt: Write about a character who’s stuck inside. How do they feel about it? Why are they there?

She brushed her hair back behind her ears and watched the T.V. anxiously. The government official kept saying its name over and over again, with new measures, new rules for everyone to follow. Her father yelled obscenities at the screen, his hand raising suddenly as if the government man could see the eff you.  Her mother poked her head in from the kitchen, yelling at her father to stop yelling. Her brother swiveled on his stomach to laugh at his father for getting in trouble. The girl tried to turn the T.V. up to hear the man on the screen, but it was no good now. Her sister and brother-in-law emerged from their basement apartment looking for food.

“Agh!” she threw the remote down. Nobody heard her over their own arguments. Huffing, she stomped upstairs, making as much racket as she could, knowing nobody would hear her anyways.

She desperately wanted quiet, a moment just to herself, away from the explosion of her family. Somewhere downstairs, her sister roared with laughter. Her brother yelled. Her dad slammed his fist. How would she survive endless days with these people?

The girl flopped onto her bed and stuffed her face under her pillow. The world was muffled but still very much there. She sighed in frustration and laid on her back. Sun was streaming into the room. She turned her head to the little window. If only she could crawl out of that little window…

But wait! Yes! The bathroom window was much bigger! She leapt off of her bed and bounced into the bathroom. She moved the bathroom ornaments off the ledge, pulled the window dressing back and– sigh. She forgot the screen. Maybe she could unhinge the screen? Surely nobody would notice if she just cut through it? Shrugging, she cranked the window open–

“Ahem.” Her brother stood smirking in the doorway, hands on his hips. She rolled her eyes as he moved to the toilet, not caring whether she left or not. The girl slid the window closed and slammed the door on her way out. Her brother whistled happily, knowing he’d won this round. She balled her fists in rage.

Teeth grinding, the girl wandered into her parents room. It faced the street, a perfect view of the neighborhoods comings and goings, although now the street was just eerie and empty. She rested her forehead on the window pane, the hot sun beating down on her. Eyes closed, she tried to drown out the whistling, the yelling, the thumping and shouts.

“Ah!” The window had given way slightly under her pressure. She looked for a lever and pulled, pushing the window out with all of her might. The crack was just big enough for her to slide through. She slid a trunk over and stepped up, squishing her head, her torso, her leg, her other leg! She did it! She was out! She was free! She let out a cry of relief. She shifted her weight down to sit on the tiny warm edge, breathing in fresh crisp air. The breeze lifted strands of hair from her forehead. Yes, this is it. This is silence. She grinned from ear to ear. Then–



She whipped around– her brother, dying of laughter, pointing at her. He turned and bolted out of the room. He was yelling something to her parents.

But she couldn’t hear him,

The window was sealed shut.