Round Robin: The Cabin

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Welcome to the first Wednesday Round Robin! Each week I’ll post a four-sentence prompt, and your mission, should you choose to accept it is to continue the story (up to 4 sentences at a time) in the comments. You may post more than once, but not consecutively. You don’t have to be a writer to join in – anyone can play. Get those creative juices flowing!

Clear as glass, right? (Just smile and nod and pretend you know what’s going on. It’s easy, you’ll see.)

Here we go!

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The Cabin

Amanda pushed the thin curtain aside, peering out into the darkness as snowflakes pummeled the window. The cabin was cold and drafty. Collin had locked the door from the outside, leaving her trapped with only a small pile of firewood, two candles and the leftovers from dinner. Last time he’d been gone for a week.

5 comments:

The romantic query letter and the happy-ever-after said...

Hi Jamie,
Here is my bit.

This time she would be long gone before his return. She had managed to loosen a few of the panels in the back room and knew it was the main cause of the draft that hung in the air. She had worried the whole time Collin had been there that he would figure out what she had been up to in his absence but he seemed distracted, not at all like is usual cruel self. She wondered now as she readied herself for her dawn departure if his new calm was a sign that they had stopped searching for her.

Take care,
Simone

Tara said...

Amanda paused to look around the small room. The 342 ceiling tiles had yellowed over the years from the smoke spewing from the small fire that acted as the focal point. The spring popping out of the tattered green chair seemed to wave goodbye. Over the mantle, a cracked mirror reflected back the image of her smile--she was free.

Have fun.

Erica said...

Amanda decided not to wait until dawn. What if he came back early? she thought.

She walked back to the loosened panels and ripped them off the wall with force. Her fingers stung from the small slivers, and a tiny trickle of blood dripped down onto the wood floor. She threw the planks to the side and crawled through. Without a dollar in her pocket, she left behind everything she ever knew to protect one thing- her daughter.

Meg said...

Once out in the snow, she cursed him for taking her coat. She knew she wouldn't get far in this weather, she hoped it would be far enough. The click of a pump action shotgun froze her in place. Had he come back early?

Jamie D. said...

Ooo..this is getting good! Anyone else? I'll add a little more later, if it keeps going.

This prompt took a completely different turn on Facebook (it imports into my notes there). Friend me if you want to check it out, and participate there too. :-)