So, I haven’t posted a prompt post in a while, so I thought I’d at least post one that I did yesterday. Despite the prompt asking for a story, it’s more of an intro for a short story than a self contained story, but oh well. If you like what I wrote below comment and tell me what you thought! And if you want to know what happened to little D.J. here then comment and let me know and I’ll see what I could do.
Prompt: Tell a story that begins with a ransom note.
The note was concise and stark. The words were cut out from a magazine, each letter was a strange shape and overtly vibrant in color, as if from a T.V. commercial. Yet, all the note said was: Come Alone. They had sacked my hiding spot, but had in reality only taken one thing, Spickle, my mottled kangaroo. It had been tucked with my other treasures found in the forest. Spickle had a couple tears, but otherwise still whole and he was my best friend.
I knew who had taken him though. It would be Tim and Limb crew. They were called that, because when they had you in sight they’d pick a limb and bruise it black. You’d be lucky if they didn’t break it. I’d evaded them for weeks at school. There was always that bell ringing or other kids in the way. Yet, somehow Tim and his crew had found my stash in the forest.
I picked up a stick off the ground. It had a decent weight in my hand and I felt more secure with something firm in my hand. I would get Spickle back. He was mine. No one would come looking for me, not tonight. I’d pay Tim a visit at his hideout. I’d come alone too, but not on his terms, he’ll have to just be surprised when I eventually pop out. I started to march off into the wood then with the sun slowly falling. The stick was propped on my shoulder like a solder’s musket.