Do you remember when flash mobs were a thing? I do. And today I decided to write about it. Maybe you will, too? Keep reading to see the full writing prompt, as well as my completed version of it: Frozen via Flash Mob.
Today’s Writing Prompt: Flash Mob Victim
Today, write about a main character who is not a fan of flash mobs–who is actually quite terrified of them– but finds themselves in the center of one. Describe what the flash mob is doing in as much detail as possible, as well as what the victim of the flash mob (your main character) is thinking and feeling.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
Frozen via Flash Mob, by K.E. Creighton
When we first entered the piazza, there was a petite woman on a bench near the central fountain holding a cello and playing a slow melodic tune. The tune created a romantic ambiance when paired with the faint light coming from the restaurant patio nearby, as the sun faded behind the stone buildings surrounding us.
We were walking leisurely hand-in-hand in the piazza, commenting on the majestic statutes in the fountain when I heard the music get louder.
I looked over and saw that the woman on the bench was now part of a string quartet. Violinists and one more cellist had joined her. And they were increasing their volume and tempo with each passing second.
The next thing I knew, there was a train of at least four dozen people approaching us from the far side of the piazza. They surrounded us and started singing and dancing to what sounded like a song from an animated film, but I couldn’t tell. I was so shocked and full of anxiety that it was hard for me to breathe. I was speechless and couldn’t move. Frozen.
All the dancers were in bright tropical costumes. And some of them were holding animals. One man was holding a baby leopard above his head. One man had a Macaw on his shoulder. And one woman had a Macaque running in between her ankles.
They were moving so fast around me that it was all a blur, and I felt faint.
Then my partner ripped his button-down shirt open to reveal a blue and yellow sequined vest and joined in with the crowd, singing and dancing and smiling. I didn’t even know he could dance. He never went dancing with me before. And I’d certainly never heard him sing or wear such a loud vest before.
When the music reached its finale, a burst of glittery confetti was released into the air. Everyone remained suspended in their positions with large clown-like smiles. Then my partner approached me from the center of the crowd of dancers and got down on one knee. He held up a box with a ring in it. And I just stood there stupefied and horrified and covered in glittery confetti. All I wanted to do at that moment was crawl to an undisclosed corner somewhere in the piazza and die. But all eyes were on me…
[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.]
Notes on Completing this Writing Prompt
Honestly, I’m not that much of an introvert. I’m more of an ambivert. However, with that being said, I cannot think of anything more terrifying (other than war and human rights abuses and totalitarianism and things like that) than being in the center of a flash mob. It’s a nightmare of mine. Laugh all you want, but it gives me shivers just thinking about it. Yikes!