Creative Writing: Make Sure You Always Wear Your Nice Underwear
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I back out of my driveway and speed down the street. Late again. I hope I can get in without being seen. If the lights are with me, I can get to work on time. Crap! The light is yellow. GUN IT!
Just as I get to the intersection, the light turns red. I am going too fast to stop. Sailing through the intersection, I see a cop out of the corner of my left eye. Oh no, I am going to get a ticket. Great!
All of a sudden, the world is spinning. In slow motion on the right, a big Dodge king cab truck comes out of nowhere and hits the front side of my car. All I am thinking about is that Maggie, my black and tan miniature Dachshund, had chewed holes in the underwear I grabbed this morning. I missed them when I folded clothes and knew Maggie had chewed them up when I put them on in a rush and saw the flesh poke-a-dots on the front and the back. I hadn’t had time to dig for a new pair. Mother always told me to have on my good underwear in case I got into an accident and had to go to the hospital.
Fading in and out, I kept hearing people say, “Okay, get the oxygen mask on her.” “How’s her vitals?” “Careful with her neck. One, two, three, lift.” “Man, can you believe these holey underwear? She definitely didn’t listen to her mother,” then laughter. "Maybe we should take up a collection of money so she can buy some good underwear," then more laughter. Did I really hear that?
In the distance of my foggy existence, I heard a siren. “Make way for the woman with the holey underwear, wooo ooo ooo,” it seemed to blare with mocking laughter. I opened my eyes, squinting up at a looming, Christmas ball face. Was the face laughing, too?
Mother, Mother! I should have listened to you. I was late for work. I should have listened. Mother, I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, my mind cried. My head felt like it was thrashing back and forth. Bang, bang, bang, thump, thump, thump. The pounding would not stop.
“Did you say something?” Looming Christmas Ball Face said sounding as if he were talking through the card board tube that Christmas paper was wrapped around. “Can you tell me what you are feeling?”
I wish I had put on my good underwear, I said.
He raised up, “She’s not responding.”
I did too respond. Hey, hey, Christmas Ball, you listen to me. I need to go home for my good underwear before you take me anywhere. Are you listening to me? Underwear! I have a new package I haven’t even opened.
He shook his head.
I felt like I was floating through the air. The cool breeze hit me where Maggie had chewed the holes in my underwear.
Through my squinted eyes bright light came rushing toward me…
Here is your writing prompt –
Through my squinted eyes bright light came rushing toward me...
- Create a new title (this one was Be Sure You Wear Your Good Underwear)
- Write a creative response (you decide point of view/genre/characters)
- Identify the opening prompt and ending prompt - include the link
- Have fun and enjoy reading the various responses!
NOTE - DO NOT copy anyone else's text...start with their ending prompt
you may copy and paste this portion, but you must edit the prompt and title.
Join in on the fun! See where it takes you and your reader. Be sure to link back to other continuations. :-)
Note from MissOlive:
Don't let all the branches and threads of the Relay Writing Project confuse you. The primary intent is to inspire fellow hubbers with a writing prompt and pass it on. Any one of us can jump in when and wherever we choose.