If you’ve ever worked in a retail store or restaurant during Black Friday, you know how horrifying it is. Keep reading to see today’s full writing prompt and my completed version of it.

Today’s Writing Prompt: Black Friday Horror Story

Today, write a horrific scene that takes place during Black Friday at a retail store or restaurant.

Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt

Black Friday Horror Story, by K.E. Creighton

Jane can’t believe what she’s seeing. Directly in front of her are two grown men fighting over a talking doll in a bright purple box. One is punching the other up and down his torso. And the other is trying to pry it out of the puncher’s hands. They’re both yelling obscenities they probably wouldn’t want the intended recipients of the doll to hear. She hopes.

Her manager, Mark, looks over at her with an authoritative and directive look as he stands next to a quickly diminishing stack of sixty-inch flat screens in the pilfered electronics section, as if… Wait. Does he expect her to do something about the two men brawling over the Susie-Talks A-Lot 2.0? She’s only sixteen and 101 pounds, she thinks. And doesn’t know kung fu or boxing techniques. She doesn’t even know that many yoga poses.

Mark shakes his head in disappointment and starts making his way over to where Jane is trying to stay out of the way of the traffic of bodies swirling around her, and the two grown men fighting over the doll. But as he steps into the main aisle, a woman in a rush knocks over one of the flat screens that in turn knocks over Mark. As he struggles to stand up, the woman then steps on his wrist with her bedazzled combat boots before dashing off with her contraband. Jane swears she hears the crunch of Mark’s bones.

Jane tries to leave her area to get Mark some help. But a man in a blue windbreaker wields his elbow around to snatch the second-to-last Draconian Dragons game off the shelf, giving her what would definitely become a massive black eye. She remains stuck where she is for nearly twenty minutes until the crowd dies down, crouched down and cupping her eye with one hand. Mark is howling in agony prostrate on the floor for the entire twenty minutes. And no one apologies for their injuries or stops to help. Or even asks them where they might find a particular so-and-so or such-and-such—for their likely incredibly bratty kid.

The only person who talks to Jane in the twenty-or-so-minute interval of barbaric and carnivalesque mayhem is a woman who is irate that the last Susie-Talks-A-Lot 2.0 doll is naked, dirty, decapitated, and delimbed on the floor. The irate woman spits as she shouts at Jane without taking a breath, without a glimmer of civility. Only hostility. And Jane doesn’t say a word. She just keeps barely standing there and decides she’ll never return to this place again. Not even as a patron.

[All Rights Reserved by K.E. Creighton and Creighton’s Compositions LLC. The above work is a piece of fiction. All names and locations referred to are the product of the author’s imagination and are used entirely for fictional purposes. Any similarities to real-life persons or places are purely coincidental.]

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