Prompt of the Week, October 15

I am a horrible person because I have not yet posted my story, but it's coming!  Honestly.  Until then, I'll hand Nee the second prompt.

So, here it is.  Your story must begin with these words:  "Behind her, the noise escalated ..."

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

The clamminess of the dough was a comforting feeling against the palm of her hands. It always had been - there was something so mind numbingly simple and eloquent about the way flour mixed into the creamed sugar and butter. Maybe she was the only one who ever noticed it. But as she forced her palm into the dough, working the chocolate shavings into the mixture, she realized that it was the first time since she'd been brought here that her heart wasn’t pounding through her veins. Her mind wasn't racing and she didn't feel the familiar fatigue pulling at her eyelids. For a few moments, Penelope felt happy.

But then she remembered that Harper was sitting on the other edge of the island, stony eyes bearing into the back of her head, and an inkling of her happiness dropped away, instantly replaced by the lingering fear that she couldn't keep pushed out of her stomach.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped, ripping a tiny piece of dough away and rolling it around in her hands.

"You," he said with a shrug and a raise of his eyebrow, as if the answer had been laid out in front of her. It had been.

Prompt of the Week, September 18th

Our first prompt! How exciting.


And no, it will have nothing to do with space or tea cozies, Sami, so go get your knickers in a twist and start plotting.

THE PROMPT!

Your main character is stuck. Physically stuck. The person they dislike the most is the only person who can get them out.