I have a book called Complete the Story and it has 150 interesting writing prompts. I recommend it to anyone who often faces writer’s block. I am going to try to do one a day. This is day #11, and prompt #1, part 3 in the book. The orange text is what the initial prompt was.
I’ve been missing for three days. I can tell because there’s a tiny, high window in here and I’ve kept myself awake since they threw me in here and locked the door, but that’s all I know. I assume the entire Silent Guild isn’t sleeping either, considering my safety is their most important gig, but who knows, this could be an inside job. I was on my way to my part-time job at McDonald’s when people in black pickups kidnapped me. They’re treating me fairly well for a kidnapping. There’s even a couch in the cellar! After sleeping for a while, I wake up to a nice breakfast waiting for me. I figure I’ll pretend to sleep at lunchtime so I could find out who is bringing it to me. I open my eyes just a crack and finally see who is giving me nice food. I have to look twice, but sure enough, it is my dead best friend, Hyacinth. Or at least that’s what I think. Later at dinnertime, I confront her and find out that it is not Hyacinth, it is a being who becomes the person you love most. This makes me pause. Is Hyacinth the person I love most? What about my family? And is this the thing that kidnapped me? Well, what did the kidnapping were men in pickups, but it might be controlling or leading them. I form a terrible, one-in-a-million-chance plan. I pretend I fell down the stairs and passed out. Someone opens the door and sees me. I realize that he may be too dumb for this plan to work. “Guys! Get down here! He’s dead!” he shrieks and all I can think is, What have I gotten myself into now?
“Oh my gosh, he’s dead. He’s actually dead!” the guy whimpers, his voice still a half-staircase away. “What do I do, what do I do?”
To my relief so I don’t have to keep listening to this guy, more people come. “Oh good, you’re here.” I can hear the fake relaxed smile in his voice.
“Did you check his pulse? See if he’s breathing? Or were you just hanging out on the stairs?” sasses a gruff voice.
“But I could have sworn he was dead! I have this–this superpower! Where I can tell from a ways away if people are dead! But I think I was too close, so it…glitched.” Scared Man slows down as he says it, knowing he is talking nonsense and he’s fired either way.
“Get out of my house!” Gruff-Voice Man demands. I note that this is his house.
“Sir. He is breathing,” another man points out about my back slowly rising and falling. His voice resembles a snake.
“Wow. Thanks for pointing that out,” says Gruff-Voice Man. “Come on! What are we doing waiting on the stairs like that guy I just fired!?”
“Um, Gary, was his name,” says Snake-Voice Man, to which Gruff-Voice Man impolitely tells him he doesn’t care. I can’t help but grin a bit. This kidnapping is like a classic movie.
“Can we, like, do this?” asks yet another man. His voice is pretty normal, so I’m just gonna call him Other Man.
“Remember who’s the bo-oss…” sings Gruff-Voice Man. Other Man scoffs and apologizes, annoyed.
“Oh. My. God.” I open my eyes wide and raise my eyebrows facing the floor. How many men are there!?
“Oh. My. God,” Annoying Man repeats. And again.
“For crying out loud, WHAT IS IT!?” yells Gruff-Voice Man.
“So, are we going to do something with Jonas or what?” Annoying Man replies.
“Well, I would have liked to, but YOU went into one of your oh-my-god fits again,” G-V.M. comments. “And don’t call him by his name. Makes it sound like you love ‘im. Oh, do you?”
Ugh. If they even have a name for when he does that, he really deserves the title I gave him. Can you get on with my plan please? Jeez. How can people so stupid be the ones who supposedly-maybe kidnapped me, a top-level member of the S.G.?
Finally, they go the rest of the way down the stairs and take a look at me. Poke around a bit. They flip me over, try to wake me up. My head bangs against the stone floor as they shake me, and I get dizzy. Stop shaking me, for God’s sake! I resist the urge to “wake up” and fight back.
Finally, Snake-Voice Man says, “I don’t think he plans to wake up.” You think?
“Well, let’s…just get him upstairs,” says Other Man.
“For the last time, I’m the boss!” yells Gruff-Voice Man. “One, two, three!”
The four men hoist me up and I’m surprised it takes them all to hold me and they still seem to be struggling. I’m not that heavy (but judging by how hard it is to carry me, have I gained a concerning amount of weight since last time I checked or are these men just out of shape? I’m not going to open my eyes and see). As they pull me up the stairs, I can’t help but realize that besides the little…break they had, my plan is going all right.
Knock on wood!