Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Writing Wednesdays

Whoot! It's Wednesday and I'm not actually missing Writing Wednesdays again! \o/ You guys should be proud of me. :P

So I've decided a good way to not completely fail on ideas for short stories is to use this wonderful website called Figment-- or rather, their wonderful Daily Themes. These are prompts to get the creative juices flowing, which is good because I've been itching to write something for a while now and I just can't get past that stupid wall blocking my way.

Anywho, today's Daily Theme is: "Ping! Bam! Pow! Splat! Choose two of the most evocative onomatopoeic words you can thing of. Now write a story that begins with one and ends with the other."

Here goes nothing!



The screeching assaulted Mallory's ears as she scrambled for a handhold. The train's glistening metal exterior was scalding to the touch due to its many hours trapped in the summer sun, but Mal barely noticed, her fingers clutching onto the railing at the roof of the train for dear life.

Down below Aidan climbed the ladder with ease, his obnoxiously blue eyes gazing up at her. "Hurry!" he said urgently.

Mallory wanted to snap at him, or maybe stomp on his fingers, but even from here she could hear the bounty hunter's heavy bootfall as he ran from the front of the car to the back. She gulped and followed Aidan's advice, shooting the rest of the way up the ladder and onto the train's roof.

The train's wheels moaned again as it started to creep forward. Mal lurched as the car did, but Aidan caught her by the shoulders as he appeared by her side. He pointed down to the locomotive at the front and yelled something she couldn't make out.

"What?" she yelled back.

Aidan grabbed pointed again, put his mouth right next to her ear, and shouted, "We have to warn the conductor!"

Oh. She knew that.

Mal took a step and almost fell off the train. It was picking up speed, and with the speed came difficulty to hold on. What was she doing up here? This was crazy! Aidan noticed her hesitation and grabbed her hand. Any other time she would've pulled away, or smacked him-- probably both. But his support allowed her to take another step, and another.


Something slammed into the roof next to Mal's foot. She yelped and jumped, clutching at Aidan's hand. He looked back, then turned forward, grim-faced. Mal went to look at what he looked at, but Aidan shook his head.

"Keep moving!" he said in her ear, pointing again to make sure she understood. "Don't stop!"

"What are you going to do?" Mallory asked him, but Aidan was already turning, not hearing her. As Mal looked back again, she saw the bounty hunter, a black, glistening pistol in hand. The good news was that it looked like he was having a hard time holding it, let alone aiming it. The bad news was that Aidan was headed straight for him.

Why did guys have to be so stupidly heroic? Mallory felt trapped. Should she help Aidan? Or tell the conductor that the train was under attack?

She rolled her eyes skyward, mouthing a silent prayer for Aidan's health, and started again for the front of the train.



  1. Are you going to continue this? Someday? ...Please?

    1. What do you mean? The story, or the idea of Writing Wednesdays? Because I'm continuing Writing Wednesdays as much as I possibly can, but if you're talking about the story, I don't know. :P It definitely sounded cool, but it was really only a scene in my head at the time. Maybe one day!