#StayHomeWriMo Day 4

Writing Prompt: Write about a secret you or a character have been keeping

So many directions to go in… how do I pick just one?

She looked at her computer screen, contemplating the latest ridiculous problem her boss put in front of her. Statistics that were out off date, case files that made no sense, reports riddled with spelling mistakes. She sighed, looking out of her second story window to a grey dull sky on the brink of rain…

“Do do do, do do…” the song of online video conferencing shook her attention and she popped back to her screen. “Good morning…” she began, more resentful then she meant to be. Her boss began to dictate the rest of her day. She thought she was going to escape from this… from him, at least, by working from home! Apparently not.

Pellets of rain pattered lightly against her window.

As he droned on, a bang echoed from below her. She jumped in surprise and looked towards the door.

“Everything alright?” Her boss noticed. Darn.

More yelling from below. “Yup. Um. Just a sec,” she lunged from her chair and poked her head out the door.

“What’s going on down there?”

“Nothing!” little voices rang back.

She called to her partner, who assured her everything was fine.

“Keep it down, please!” she retorted, irritated.

Huffing, she dragged herself back to the video conference. Her boss continues as she stared out he window, a steady stream of rain pattering against her window. Tears welled in her eyes.

“Okay!” she exclaimed, surprised it was already over. “Yes. Talk to you soon!”

Her shoulders collapsed at the weight of documents waiting for her attention. She knew if she worked for a couple hours, she could make great headway and then she could cook a fun dinner with her kids. Maybe homemade pizza!

Okay, she thought. Let’s do this! I can do this! Rain was streaming down her windows now. Giggles from downstairs. She shook her head and dived into the onslaught of documents.

One hour ticked by, an hour and a half, two hours. All the while rain drenched the windows and she desperately wished she could throw her computer into it.

Finally, she had to emerge for lunch. Little voices were laughing and yelling in the kitchen. She so desperately wanted to join in on the fun.

“Hey everybody! Whatcha doing?” she smiled.

“Hi mama! Look what we made! Look, we did it!”

Her youngest wobbled over with a plate of homemade pizza. Everybody held their breath, beaming, waiting for her response.

Thunder clapped outside and she jumped.

“Oh! It’s wonderful! Amazing…” she echoed, tears welling up for the second time today. They weren’t convinced. “Thank you so much,” she added, kissing her youngest on the head.

“Mine’s pepperoni!” the little one exclaimed, “I don’t like pineapple.”

“Uhhuhh…” she nodded, staring at the pizza.

They ate their lunch, the kids retelling the whole messy story. After cleaning up and settling into colouring, she dragged herself back upstairs to the dreadful computer screen.

As the rain continued, she slagged to meet her deadline. Just as she was about to log off for the day, she heard it again.

“Do do do, do do…” surprised, she logged on to see her boss calling her. She took a deep breath, praying no overtime, and answered.

“Hello.” Her boss was serious. “There’s no easy way to tell you this, but we’re going to have to let you go.”

Her mouth fell open. “What? But I have so much work to do!”

“I know, and it will get done, I promise you!” (as if she cared) “but we’re just not bringing in revenue now. I can’t afford to keep you.”

She sat in disbelief.

“Ok.”

She logged off. Wind knocked rain hard against the window. She got up, slammed her computer closed, and marched downstairs. Nobody noticed her walk out the front door and stand on the stoop. She closed her eyes, rain pelting her from all directions, and sighed with relief.

 

 

#StayHomeWriMo Day 3

Writing Prompt: Set your text to white and try freewriting in invisible mode. No inner editors allowed! 

Since I usually write in a journal first before “editing” for the screen. I am going to leave my messy work there in the book today! Feel free to explore your writing and do the same– whatever works for you! There is no right or wrong way to write- as long as you have fun doing it!

As an added challenge, you can time yourself! Put the timer on your phone to 3, 5, 10 minutes and try writing without stopping or looking at any distractions. And remember, no editing!

Happy writing!

#StayHomeWriMo Day 2

Writing Prompt: Pick 5 words at random from different blog posts, tweets or articles and use them all in a scene.

My 5 words: Covid, Mama Bear, Happy, Meditation, Puppy

“Come on Covid, come here!”

The old chocolate lab shook his tail happily at the attention but kept his distance. His gentle eyes looked on curiously as the new puppy tried to leap and bound out of Papa Bear’s arms.

“Come on sweetie, come and meet your new buddy!” Covid looked again from Mama Bear, Papa Bear, the squirming crazy thing. He bowed his head, already exhausted by the effort this encounter was causing. How he yearned to find a quiet place on the kitchen floor to meditate.

“Oh- shoot!” Papa Bear lurched forward and the new little bullet shot out of his arms.

Covid’s eyes widened in shock as the fluffy devil skirted around his rigid form. He didn’t dare take his eyes off of it. He leaned in to sniff the bugger, trying to identify his scent. If only the darned thing would sit still!

“WOOF.”

Everybody stopped. Mama and Papa Bear looked on in amazement. They’d never heard their Covid make that sound.

The little fur ball inched closer to Covid.

“WOOF.”

The little puppy sat, staring up in awe.

“WOOF.”

The little puppy laid down, eyes locked on Covid. Covid, satisfied, sniffed momentarily, then sauntered to his favourite cold spot on the kitchen floor and flopped.

#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–

THUMP.

“HAHA!”

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.

 

 

My Corner of the Universe

Welcome to my corner of the universe!

I love to write, I love to travel, and I love to inspire. When I travel (even around my home-grown city of Hamilton, Ontario) I love to listen in on the tales and tidings of the people around me. Everybody has a story, a vision, something to say. Why not share these lively adventures? The stories we encounter on our travels make our days brighter, or sometimes cast a gloomy shadow. It is the stories that we encounter that put our own stories into perspective. And it is these stories I wish to tell. Anonymously, I wish to tell your story.

I am also a teacher! Or rather, an aspiring teacher. I was originally unsure about using my real name in my blog because as a public figure, I can and will be scrutinized for my work. As much as I respect this, I also know that I want to take ownership for my writing, and in using my own name I can do that.

I hope you find stories here that you can relate to, that you find interesting or that may inspire you in your own life. I  encourage your insights, I wish to read your comments, I dream of a community that recognizes the importance of each of our stories no matter where we are in the world.

It’s a big big world with a million decisions plummeting towards you every day. Wouldn’t you like to know?

I can’t wait to begin. I hope you can join me!

~Nichole