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 16, and prompt #98 in the book. Today, my challenge was to write a story that could be fairly easily edited to a sentence long, or a whole novel.
Prompt: George walked down the sidewalk, almost home from his morning walk and lost in the music in his earbuds, when instead of landing on the concrete, his foot kept falling into…
George walked down the sidewalk, almost home from his morning walk and lost in the music in his earbuds, when instead of landing on the concrete, his foot kept falling into a hole. Face-first he fell, down further into this hole, the wind violently throwing his hair back. It was difficult to gasp for air, and he prayed that this would stop soon. However, he also realized that when it did, he would die. Right then and there. Would anyone ever find him? Would anyone else fall in the hole? And where did it come from? George went through all of the possible scientific explanations he could think of, but nothing made sense. By then, he had gotten better at breathing in these conditions, and it even felt a bit more peaceful than going about his regular life. He removed his earbuds and clutched them and his phone in his hand. But to his disappointment George lost grip and they flew up a bit, caught up with him, and disappeared into the hole’s darkness. He sighed and told himself that, knowing these were his last moments, he shouldn’t care about losing his phone.
He looked around himself. The sides of the hole had expanded dramatically since he fell in, and now he had a good ten feet of distance on any given side of himself. George looked up, or rather, behind, and he could see the minuscule opening in which he fell, since it was the primary light source in the hole.
After hours of falling, George was starting to get a little hungry when he was nearly blinded by sudden light. His eyes had hardly gotten to adjust enough to see when he crashed onto the sidewalk.
The segment of fall George had had in the light and not in the hole had been short, and it was as if that was the only part where he was falling, so he had only a few scrapes and scratches. He scrambled up and found he was in the same place he started, but when his gaze fell to the ground, he found that there was no longer a hole. Just him and a shattered phone and earbuds. George stood there a moment, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and unblinking. Then, he collected the remains of his devices and stumbled home uneasily at three o’clock in the afternoon.