Today’s writing prompt, On A Mission, can go in so many different directions. And I’d love to see some of your completed versions of this prompt. Keep reading to see the full writing prompt and my completed version of it. Then feel free to share your completed version with us in the comments or on social—tag @kecreighton and #DailyDraftsAndDialogues on Facebook, WordPress, or Medium.
Today’s Writing Prompt: On a Mission
Write about a character who is on an important mission. Consider what type of mission they’re on and who they’re with unless they’re alone. Is it a space mission, a spy mission, a military mission, a religious mission, or a mission to save humanity? …
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
On a Mission, by K.E. Creighton
I crouched behind a makeshift concrete wall as a group of boys walked by shooting out windshields of parked cars covered in dust. It sounded like there were at least a dozen of them, considering the raucous they were making. But when I peered over the top of the wall, I counted only four of them. They were taking their sweet time sauntering and vandalizing their way down the street, precious time I didn’t have to waste. I was more annoyed than I was scared. Sure, they were likely dangerous post-apocalyptic hoodlums, but they were still just kids. The oldest of the group couldn’t be more than twelve. But I was still flying solo today, so it was best if they didn’t see me and if we didn’t make contact.
I didn’t want to be in this god-forsaken ghost town again. But I had no choice. I was the only one available to make a supply run today. Jamie was in critical condition after giving birth to a tiny baby boy in the middle of a field outside our camp last night. And everyone who usually went on supply runs was off trying to find better shelter for our group now that the baby had arrived. We were too exposed where we were now.
The boys were loitering in front of the drugstore I needed to scavenge for baby formula and medical supplies for Jamie. It looked like they were teasing the youngest one in their group about something, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. They were laughing and poking at him. God, I seriously didn’t have time for these idiots.
After a few minutes, when they finally had their backs turned, I moved quickly and snuck around the side of the building. I entered it through the side entrance undetected. I was in and out with what I needed in less than ten minutes. Luckily, I’d been to that drugstore thousands of times before the world started to turn sour, so I knew where everything I needed was.
When I re-emerged onto the street, there was no need to stay quiet. The boys were gone by then. Well, all of them except the boy they had been teasing, who was vacantly looking up at the sky in a bloody pile next to an overflowing public waste bin on the curb.
[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
My completed version of this prompt was inspired by two books I recently finished, The Light Pirate by Lily Brooks-Dalton and Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. And by the show, The Walking Dead, which I’ve been watching on Netflix over the past week or so. One thing I noticed about narratives with characters on a mission is that there are always unexpected casualties in them. I think my completed version also has Lord of the Flies-type vibes, too, which was harder to write than I originally thought.