Novel Kicks Fiction Friday: On Your Way…

Novel Kicks Fiction FridayFiction Friday is our weekly writing prompt. The aim is to write for a minimum of five minutes and then keep going for as long as you can. Once you’ve finished, don’t edit, just post in the comments box below.

Today’s prompt: On Your Way….

You are asked to leave the only home you’ve ever known. You have no money, no car and the only clothes you have are the clothes you’re wearing plus a blanket you managed to take before you left.

You’re alone. None of your friends want to help or pretend they don’t know you.

Carry on the story.

What got you to this point and what happens next?


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I’m Laura. I started Novel Kicks in 2009. I wanted a place to post my writing as well as give other writers like me the opportunity to do the same. There is also a monthly book club, a writing room which features writing prompts, book reviews, competitions, author interviews and guest posts.

I grew up by the sea (my favourite place in the world) and I currently live in Hampshire. I am married to Chris, have a cat named Buddy and I would love to be a writer. I’m trying to write the novel I’ve talked so much about writing if only I could stop pressing delete. I’ve loved writing since creative writing classes in primary school. I have always wanted to see my teacher Miss Sayers again and thank her for the encouragement. When not trying to write the novel or writing snippets of stories on anything I can get my hands on, I love reading, dancing like a loon and singing to myself very badly. My current obsession is Once Upon a Time and I would be happy to live with magic in the enchanted forest surrounded by all those wonderful stories provided that world also included Harry Potter. I love reading chick lit. contemporary fiction and novels with mystery.

One Response to Novel Kicks Fiction Friday: On Your Way…

  • The battle lines were drawn. I had taken my position and was not about to change it. The woman I loved stared down at me. This confrontation was going to end badly. She was pointing her finger at me, spewing words that I only partially heard. The word “unappreciative” stung me because I wasn’t. I just didn’t agree.

    We had been through before and each time we found a compromise. But this was different. I had uttered the words, “I hate you,” and the room had gone ice cold.

    “I think you should leave,” she said. “If that is what you think, I don’t want you here. Find a place where you’ll be happy.”

    “That shouldn’t be hard,” I screamed.

    I ran from the house. I had had enough.

    As the light of day faded, the warmth of the day retreated. I grabbed a blanket from a chair on the front porch and set out to find my happy place.

    Life seemed to have retreated with the sun. I came to the end of my street and crossed the railroad tracks that divided the town. I knew that I shouldn’t be on this side of town, but I was all anger and rage. Caution was for sissies.

    I heard music playing and walked toward it. The smell of something cooking tickled my nose. I was soon on the edge of a small gathering of people. Some were playing instruments. Some dancing. All were laughing or at least I thought so.

    A large man noticed me and asked me if I was lost.

    “No, sir. Not anymore. I like it here.”

    “You like it here? What if we don’t want you here? I’d say you’d best keep walking or better yet go back to where’s you came.”

    “I can’t go back. I got thrown out.”

    “Your misses threw you out? And why would she do that? Did you beat her?” He laughed softly. “I think you beat her.”

    Before I could answer, the music stopped and the crowd gathered around me. I was suddenly fearful and started to leave.

    “Where might you be going now?”

    The words were spoken softly by an old woman. She bent down on her knee so her eyes were even with mine.

    “How old are you, son?”

    “Five,” I said. “Almost six.”

    “And what brought you out here away from your mamma?”

    “She yelled at me.” I took a deep breath and tried hard not cry. “I don’t like peas, and I didn’t want to eat them.”

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