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The Daily Prompt – Friday, May 10th

Rules:

  1. Use the prompt in the way it’s intended (starting a sentence, the title of the piece, theme, etc)
  2. You may write in any format you see fit (fiction, non-fiction, poem, song, script, etc.)
  3. Post your piece of writing in the comments section of the website to be considered for the prizes given
  4. The winner of each daily prompt will be published on the site in the “Best of The Daily Prompt” section

As we mentioned yesterday, May is short story month, so I’m going to keep with that theme for this prompt.

Sometimes it is best to start a story in what is called “in medias res,” or “in the middle of things.” This is one of those story starters where the hook is immediate, and the reader thinks that something dangerous might be taking place. It’s your job to write the rest of this story. Have fun with this one!

Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end. 

About Christopher Margolin

Chris Margolin spent more than a decade in Education as a high school English teacher, and is now an Instructional Coach for the Longview School District. He is also the founder of The Poetry Question, an online journal which focuses on reviews of small press poetry publications, and runs a regular series called "The Power of Poetry," where notable poets share their personal stories of how poetry has affected their lives. Margolin resides in Vancouver, Washington with his wife, and daughter.

11 comments on “The Daily Prompt – Friday, May 10th

  1. Jason Henderson Amare
    May 10, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.
    She thought for a second. As she twirled her hair she noticed how heavy she was breathing. A sense or embarrassment and excitement put a smile on the corners of her mouth so she hastened her steps toward the knock.
    she undid both latches. Her fingers trembled. She cracked the door slightly, poked her head out. “One large meat lovers” ???

  2. Kenny Norris
    May 10, 2013

    The Journey of Forgiveness

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.
    She wasn’t ready to give in to this just yet. There were scars and there were pains. Would he understand and we he even care? She stared outside at his blue eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. Should she give herself another chance to be loved even if there was always that possibility of getting hurt?
    Her phone vibrated on the counter with the simple text of “I’m outside.” She sunk down into the kitchen chair and tried to choke back the tears that were prying at the ducts in her eyes. For better and for definitely worse she had been in this situation before; it was always magnificent at first but then turned to shouts, and screams, and the slamming of doors, and ghosts that haunt for years on end!
    She finally got the courage to open the door. The smile that was plastered on his face was innocent and soft. He asked to come in and she replied, “I’m sorry, I just can’t do it tonight.” He calmly sighed, and said “maybe tomorrow.” She knew that she didn’t deserve this kindness but he also might not deserve another chance. He turned, walked, and glanced back one last time.
    He knew what he had done was wrong but he was trying. Could she find forgiveness in the tar black heart that pounded inside? It would take time for sure. She uncorked a nice bottle of white and poured out a healthy glass. These nights alone are the only semblance of peace that she gets anymore. He would be back, and the world would keep turning, and the news anchors would never look sad when they talked about war, and the bums in the gutters would never get clean, and she will never forgive, and that was that.

  3. Megan Askey
    May 10, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.
    He moved towards her, waiting for something to spark a response out of her. He knew that he was caught, plain and simple. Nothing could have prevented this from happening, just him from doing it. Feeling himself defeated, he retreated to the closet, to pack up all of his stuff. There was nothing going to stop him from leaving, he knew what he had done wrong.
    More then anything, he wished he could have fixed it. But he just couldn’t think of how, not without a time travel machine. There was no way at making this right, no way at all. He turned, trying to look for a reason to stay, anything that was written her on her face. He pleaded with his eyes, and his eyes only. She looked back at him, shook her head and closed the door to what the world had come to.

  4. Nakesha Hatchett
    May 10, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.

    Her eyes glanced around the little apartment; she walked over and hid the picture of her and her husband. She had never done this before; her heart beating out of her chest. She tip toed over to the door and looked out the peek hole. She took a deep breath before opening the door. She leaned in for a hug and embraced the smell of his cologne. She felt her body melt.

    She didn’t say a word, she just grabbed him by the hand and led him to bedroom. She hesitated at the door, but she knew there was no turning back now. She directed him to the bed and slowly closed the door behind them. She couldn’t resist what she wanted any longer.

  5. Jenn Crowder
    May 10, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.

    He left not a half an hour ago, after a long and drawn out verbal fight over the pile of dishes in the sink. Assumptions. She had been home a blink of an eye before him, which meant that she would have prioritized his breakfast dishes over showering after a long and dusty day on the construction site, naturally. She was covered in dust; cement flaked off of her skin and her nails were no longer visible under the cakey residue of a 12-hour shift that started before the sun was up. So no, she didn’t do the dishes. This was another judo mouth-to-mouth match that ended in a slammed door and his best magic trick—the disappearing man.

    Lately he would return a bourbon-breathed, apologetic mess. “I love you, baby. I’m sorry.” So the knock on the door meant that she would be greeted with the remnants of an oak-aged barrel and the sour eyes of a downtrodden man who once meant it when he said he loved her. Tired and knowing that she deserves more, she sighs a heavy, “just a minute”. She dresses, opens the door and in the final round regains her confidence. She stands poised and in a quiet assertiveness tells him what he has been afraid to hear for so long. “Goodbye”.

  6. Stephanie Baijot
    May 10, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.

    Her thoughts flashed back to the night before. All a small town girl ever wanted to do was get out of her small town. It was the same old cliché heard a million times over, but for Jessie it was every thought, every day. There wasn’t any money for college, she certainly wasn’t smart enough for scholarships, and she had no talent to speak of. She was cute enough, so she figured a man would have to be her ticket out to a more exciting life. When she caught the hot, dark haired stranger’s gray eyes staring at her from across the bar she flashed a coy smile, then ignored him. Only five minutes had passed before he was sitting next to her buying her a drink. Every move she made reeled the just-passing-through-town Jake in closer. She reveled in her apparent mastery of this little game of hers. Intoxicated by Jake’s attention she didn’t realize she was the pawn until she was in his hotel room, her back against that very same door, feverishly tugging at the clothing between them.

    She took a step back toward the window above the shower, her bare feet silent on the linoleum. She was almost positive that he didn’t know she overheard his phone call. Surely he would not have spoken so freely and candidly about the way he killed Randy if he knew she was listening. Who was Randy? A hit, clearly. Jessie was terrified. How in the hell did she get mixed up with an assassin? What would he do to her if he found out that she knew?

    “You ok in there?” he drawled from the other side of the door. The deep rasp of his voice seemed to vibrate through her body, stoking the excitement that had been simmering within her since she left his bed. She took one tentative step closer, laid a shaky palm against the door. Last night had been the best night of her life, she was certain of that. And she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt at the thought of running away with him. Her hand twisted the doorknob. This was it. Do or die. Probably do and die. She opened the door and smiled as she dropped the towel.

  7. Nora Timmerman
    June 3, 2013

    Even the knock on the door sounded seductive, but she knew what he had done, and she wrapped the towel just a little tighter around her body. She wasn’t sure if she should answer it. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted. All she knew was that if she opened the door, there was only one way this would end.

    Her breath was hard and erratic, matching the pace of her heart. Another knock, and another, and another. She so desperately wanted to run, to get away, but her feet were rooted to the spot. “Please, just go away,” she thought, “just leave me alone.”

    Her body was shaking now. She was cold, scared, and full of adrenaline. She listened as she heard footsteps move away from the door and presumably down the street. Letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, she fell to the floor. She sat there sobbing in relief that she lived another day.

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