30 Days of Inspiration-Day 1

Hi!

Today, and for the next 30 days, I'm gonna do something different. I subscribed to a writing newsletter and there was a pdf included in one of the emails, to write everyday for only 10 minutes a day based on the scenarios  listed. I decided to do these here. Will they make sense? Who knows lol let's just wing it!

                                                                       Day 1

A stranger stops your character in the street, says his/her name, and tells him/her, "Be in the lobby of the Palace Hotel at midnight." Before your character can ask any questions, the stranger has hurried away... 



I shifted back and forth on my heels and checked my watch. She was late again, Kathleen. She was always late. I sighed and lowered my wrist and observed my environment once more. It was a fairly decent size shopping district and a bit crowded. In the air was the faint smell of hotdogs and I can hear the vendor having a conversation with a man talking way too loudly.

I decided to just go somewhere else to meet her. I pulled out my cellphone and started to make my way in the direction of a tiny cafe. As I began to text her I was suddenly jolted to reality by the weight of my shoulder hitting someone else.

I looked up.

A man glares down at me from behind a brimmed hat. He was oddly suspicious in his long heavy trench coat, and I could feel a chill run through me.

"Ex..Excuse..." I started, but before I finished he cut in abruptly and grabbed my empty hand and shoved a paper into it in desperation.

"My name is Phil Riot. You've been chosen. Be in the lobby of the Palace Hotel at midnight"and without another word continued on his brisk pace down the sidewalk. My eyes were glued to him as he pushed pass other confused civilians and turned the corner.

I swallowed and looked down at my hand. Unaware that I was grasping the paper with sweaty palms. What was that all about? Who was that man? I'm sure I've never seen him before. Then I felt a hand.

I flinched and looked over my shoulder. Kathleen stood behind me, a hand on my shoulder, her icy blue eyes gazing into into mines.

"Kat...?" was all I could bring myself to say. I wasn't sure what my face was spelling out to her, but her eyebrows furrowed.

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Well my ten minutes are up! That was fun and pretty easy xD It's nice being given a pitch and just writing based from that, rather than writing my own.

For now, I won't look at what tomorrow's scenario is. I'll keep it a secret for myself.

Mon