What would you do if you saw an intruder in your house? Today, write about it. Keep reading to see today’s full writing prompt and my completed version of it.
Today’s Writing Prompt: When I Saw The Intruder…
Today, start your writing by completing the sentence: “When I saw the intruder…” And write from the perspective of a person who is giving a testimony of what happened when they saw an intruder to the authorities.
Completed Version of Today’s Writing Prompt
When I Saw The Intruder…, by K.E. Creighton
“When I saw the intruder, he was standing over me with an axe lifted above his head. I couldn’t make out any of his facial features because he was wearing a ski mask. But I could make out his shadow above me when I opened my eyes.
“He must have been really quiet when he entered the house because I only woke up when I felt his knee tug on the side of the comforter that was on me. And when I felt the blood on the axe he was holding drip on my face. That must have happened when he leaned against the bed, I guess to get better leverage to lift the axe.
“After he lifted the axe and saw I was awake, he whispered, ‘gotcha, you lying bitch.’
“Thank God I felt the blood drip on my face. That’s a weird thing to say, I know. But it woke me up. Although maybe it was his voice, it was so creepy, that made me really wake up.
“I was able to roll over to the other side of the bed before the axe came down. I was so startled and scared at the time that I didn’t even notice my husband wasn’t there sleeping next to me. And that the space there was empty. I just bolted for the open window and didn’t look back. I didn’t think about it. I just did it.
“Where is he? My husband? Can someone please tell me where he is? I don’t have my phone on me. It’s still in the house. And no one has let me talk to him yet. I know the intruder was after 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
After Nancy Pelosi’s eighty-two-year-old husband got attacked in their home last Friday, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The images of the scene described in the media stuck with me. What happened is like something you’d expect to see in a movie, not in real life. I’m still collecting my thoughts on what such an attack means, especially when considering our current political environment. I’m also starting to wonder if there are more extremists now than there used to be. And if so, what exactly is influencing them?