This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The words below are about writing, written just for practice. Practice makes perfect.
Daniel Hornsnyder crept down the alley that ran between Hemlock Drive and Cedar Street. Juliet lived with her parents in the red brick-two story that stood mid-block on Cedar. Daniel wore a loose white shirt made from some sort of cotton with big baggy sleeves gathered at his wrists and his waist. His footwear were more like socks than the boots they were advertised as; and he wore tights. They were tights with a sewn in codpiece no less.
He wasn’t sure who it would be, but someone would be watching or perhaps even filming. The closer he got to Juliet’s the more he regretted this. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard. His father had been U-Phi and so had his father’s father. Daniel didn’t think he should have to go through this initiation.
When he found the house, he scaled the back fence and leapt gently to the lawn below. He prayed that there wasn’t a dog and he stood ready to run if there was.
When he wasn’t immediately attacked, Daniel looked around to get his bearings. He spotted the second floor balcony just where Tyler had told him it would be. Television lizard light illuminated the curtained sliding glass door that led into the house. That, Tyler had assured him, was Juliet’s bedroom.
He gathered all his wits about him and strode directly across the lawn where he took his place near the Manzanita Hedge growing below the balcony. He cleared his throat and spoke; loud, but not too loud.
“But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.”
He waited, and after a moment he heard the glass door slide open, “Goddamn it, Junior! Is that you again? I told you to knock this shit off,” she paused then when she saw that Daniel was clearly not Junior. At least not the Junior she expected. “Who the hell are you?” she asked.
“I’m supposed to be Romeo.”
“Why, exactly, are you here Romeo?”
“Um, I’m here because I’m pledging Upsilon Phi, and because your name is Juliet.” Daniel answered.
“Well, damn…” Juliet muttered and Daniel could almost see the gear wheels turning in her head, “come on up then, boy. No wait, I’m coming down. Do you have a car? Do you have anything to drink?” She disappeared back inside the sliding door and turned off the TV. Her room went dark and seconds later the back door swung open. Juliet emerged on the patio holding a bottle of what appeared to be Vodka. She ran on her toes to Daniel, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.
“Let’s go.” She said.
This week’s prompts are:
- throwing pennies
- when the dust clears
- watch me go
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something big, Write something small,
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!