Prompt #625

I know I’m WAAAYYY behind on this. I downloaded OneDrive and MSWord onto my phone, as well as my Amazon Kindle app, and a prompt from The Idea Factory: 1000 Story Ideas and Writing Prompts to Find Your Next Bestseller. If someone can link this back to Ryan Lanz, then it would be much appreciated.

Prompt #625: End a scene with an injured woman crawling several inches across the floor of a derelict building. She manages to cup her hands around a small butterfly before the ceiling caves on top of her. Begin the scene however you’d like.

Rachael Klien always had big dreams. She had always believed that she had a greater purpose. She would always go far and beyond for her latest inspiration, and would often land herself in a few tight spots because of it. She gained and lost loved ones because of her passion…because of her only life’s purpose.

She published her first novel. A murder mystery, with the right amount of mystery and exotic scenes in it. After the surprising success, the second, then third, even fourth and fifth came. All of this done underneath a pen name.

One day, someone found her. Contacted her directly. They posed to be a devoted fan. They were in her area. They wanted to meet her.

She agreed. She had never felt so excited—so appreciated…She didn’t hesitate.

She met them at the abandoned building. They were approaching three hours late. She had writing to do. Where were they?

They called out to her, stepping from the shadows. They walked up to her, praising her, and thanking her for her work. She thanks them. They thank her…

Then, their act drops.

They begin to tear her down. They drag her throughout the building. They violently express their resentment. Their HATE. They leave her there. She feels herself crumble. She feels the building crumble. She remembers the support…the hate…the resentment…the encouragement…the good…and the bad…

She feels the building crumble around her. She feels the fear. She feels the breeze of spring caress her.

A lone butterfly flies in. A sign of change and metamorphosis. Death is a sign of change. A sign of her fear coming true…the fear of leaving behind what was unfinished.

The ceiling collapses…and her fear, and life, changes…and vanishes.

~Arrivederci~

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Author: CasSilber

Aspiring blogger, who also dreams of writing/illustrating/composing music for/publishing her own books (mainly light novels). Don't be afraid to chat--I don't bite!

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