Fiction Friday - Trembling Hands
Ok, so it's been a good long while since I participated in the Arial Burnz Fiction Friday Writing Challenge, and I'm sorry about that because I've missed it. What I love about this exercise is that it really does seem to help teach me how to get to the point in my writing, how to get right to the tension so to speak. It also forces a truly horrible and irregular blogger (namely ME) to get an actual blog posted at least once a week, which I am so freaking bad at otherwise.
So, I'm going to try my best to get back into the habit of doing this each week because I really do get a lot out of it. On a side note, as I worked on this writing challenge I noticed that it took me longer to find the story because I'm so out of practice. The last time I participated in this challenge, my story was much longer in comparison, which means that back then, I was able to write more/faster in the given 5 minute allotted time limit than I was today. Another reason to get back into the swing of things!
This week's writing prompt was ...
Hands trembling, she opened the envelope.
And here's what I did with it...
She stared at her name, scrawled across the plain white envelope in a creepy handwriting. How it was even possible for a handwriting to be creepy, she wasn’t sure, but that was the only way to describe it.
Sure. She knew that she was probably being silly. Irrational even. She was so damn used to running and looking over her shoulder. So used to being afraid of her own shadow that the sight of a handwritten envelope filled her with the craziest sense of dread. The truth was that there was nothing unusual at all about the envelope lying in the stack of bills and junk mail sitting on the counter. It was just her overactive imagination running away with her. She hadn’t been found. The agency hadn’t caught up to her. That’s not what this was about. Besides, she doubted the agency would bother sending a polite note before they had her killed.
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly through her mouth. Then … hands trembling, she opened the envelope.