Novel Kicks Fiction Friday: On Your Way…
Fiction 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 back in 2009 as I wanted a place to discuss books and writing - two loves of my life. As someone who has anxiety, these two things give me, and I am sure countless others, a much needed escape.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
There is a monthly book club, writing exercises, prompts, reviews, author interviews, competitions and guest posts. I cover many genres and I hope there is something for everyone.
I grew up by the sea in Dorset and currently live in Poole with my husband, Chris and three cats. I love writing and have a BA (Hons) in Creative Writing from Falmouth University. I am writing my first book. If only I could stop pressing delete. Chris has threatened to stop it from working. Haha.
I have always loved creative writing since I was in first school and would very much like to meet my teacher, Miss Sayers, to say thank you for all the encouragement she gave me then.
When not writing, I love reading, cats, Disney, singing (I can't sing but this doesn't stop me,) and falling into a good TV show or film. If I could step into any fictional world, it would be amongst the characters in ABC's Once Upon a Time.
I love reading many genres and discovering new authors.
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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.”