I was inspired to write my own prompt after reading Red Pen Gal’s prompt last week – It Wasn’t Me! Read it here!
“What if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night…” I never get the question mark onto my confession before she interrupts.
“Dragged? You think you dragged me here?” She attempts to grab my hand.
I flinch as her icy fingers brush against me. I’m worried I won’t get her fingerprints off once they mark my skin.
“Don’t do that,” She whispers against the chilled air.
A twig snaps somewhere behind us and I can hear her twirl around to meet whatever might be there.
I don’t move. I don’t need to. I know what is coming for us, or more accurately for her.
Wow. That prompt was even shorter than I thought it was going to be.
Sometimes I wonder what exactly inside me tells me to stop writing when I do. How do I know to stop typing after, “her.”?
What are your thoughts literary lovelies?
Do you always know when enough is enough when writing a story?
Have you ever read a story and wish they had stopped somewhere different dear readers?
As always I would love to know your thoughts in the comments below!
Postscript: This song is from If I Be Wrong sung by Wolf Larson and written by Sarah Ramey.