Freestyle Friday!
So I have this idea... On FaceBook, people do Throwback Thursday, right? I'd like to start Freestyle Friday. Here's how it works: I'll choose a sentence, group of sentences or picture and write a short story based on what I've chosen. It will be a few paragraphs or less each time.
Here's where you come in. If you are a writer, a wanna-be writer or just want to try something fun, you can make your own short story up based on the sentence(s) or picture and post it in the comments. OR if you want to continue with my story, that's completely fine too.
Either way, let's have some fun and get the weekend started!
Today, let's start with this picture! (I choose random pictures on the internet, mainly through Pinterest)
It was exactly 10 years ago on this very day, her life changed in an instant. Just looking at the house made her flinch. The beauty it once was, hid behind the vines and dirt covering. But somehow, on that day, the beauty turned to ashes before her eyes. How could life continue to move on after what happened?
Abigail hesitantly stepped closer to the abandoned house. Many of her childhood years were spent roaming the halls and exploring the hidden passages. Her grandparents invited her family to stay with them every holiday, summer and long weekend. Along with her cousins family. Until that day.
Her cousin, Jeremiah, was only one year older than her but he thought it was more like ten years. He treated her like his child instead of his cousin. Always telling her and her little brother what to do. He thought he was so brave, doing stupid things like jumping from the second story window to the ground. He said it was to show how strong he was compared to them.
He wasn't strong that day. His real age shone through his fear. Nine years old was too young to endure the pain. It was considered an accident but for the last ten years, Abigail questioned if it was planned.
Ok readers, should I continue or do you want to have the honors?
A chill breeze drove errant brown leaves across the path. Abigail, her mind acutely on edge, her senses at their height, jumped with a start as her cell phone vibrated and a choir of angelic voices rose in unison from her pocket. She fumbled for the phone and pulled it free from her jeans just as the hallelujah chorus ringtone began its final chant, "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! HALL-E-LU-JAH!
"Its not a good time," Abigail said, knowing by the ringtone who was on the other end.
"You say that every time I call."