So I have this board on Pinterest that is called "I like to think I am a writer" and on it I pin a variety of writing generated pins. Well, during the course of developing this board I found a fellow pinner that pins writing prompts to help writers flex their creativity. So this is my first attempt at one of these prompts. I am going to post some of these from time to time (maybe more than just time to time) and I am going to use them to flesh out characters for my novel. So, if you have read the beginnings of my novel you will recognize some of the characters that may appear in these from time to time. I doubt these scenes will make it into the novel, so you can view it as a personal inside into a character.
Here is my writing prompt: Your protagonist (the original prompt was for antagonist but I am doing protagonist first) is alone. A favorite piece of music plays in the background. What is it? Why is it so special?..... here goes nothing....
Katy sits, legs folded under her, snuggled into her sofa. Her mug of tea growing cold in her hand as she watches the light spring rain slowly soak the city. Lost in her inner dialogue she knows what she needs to do. Her gut is telling her the direction to go but her head doesn't want to follow. Sighing, she sits her now cold mug of tea on the table and continues to contemplate. Suddenly the music that has filled her background but not her mind registers. The familiar strains of "The Chair" fill her mind and flood her with memories. Getting up and walking over to the radio, Katy picks up her parents wedding picture and turns up the song. How many times did she watch as her Mom's hand disappeared into her Dad's as they headed to a dance floor? It didn't matter where they were, if this song came on her Dad would pull her Mom close and dance with her. More often than not he would sing the words to her softly in her ear. Katy smiled as she recalled watching her Dad going up to request this song at a family wedding and then pulling her Mom to the dance floor. It was always so obvious the love they had for each other, whenever they danced together. She knew her Mom loved George Strait but she never knew the special connection that they had to this song in particular. Guess I will never know now, she thought to herself. As the song ended, Katy looked back down and the picture and realized that her head had finally got on board with her gut. She knew what she had to do.
Writing prompt #2 --- Your antagonist is alone. A significant (yeah I know I changed it again) piece of music plays in the background. What is it? Why is it so special?
Sitting in his car outside of Katy's apartment, he watched the rain and wondered how much she had figured out. He knew she was getting close but how much had the bitch figured out? Looking up, he wondered if she would be coming out anytime soon. Not sure how much longer I can sit here without being noticed. Suddenly "The Chair" fills his car and his anger fills him. He despised this song so much. How many times did he watch their sickening displays of love? Oh sure they loved each other but they sure didn't give a shit about him. That was something that had proven time and time again. Gripping the steering wheel, he barely contained the rage that engulfed him as he remembered that last night. They had been so smug but he had shown them. The surprise and terror in their eyes as he snuffed out their life was like a balm to his soul. Reaching over he turned off the radio and got out of his car. Enough of this sitting and waiting, if she won't come to me I will go to her.
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