You’re at the beach with some friends and/or family, enjoying the sun, nibbling on some watermelon. All of a sudden, within seconds, the weather shifts and hail starts descending from the sky. Write a post about what happens next.
(If you need visual inspiration, this happened in Russia in 2014.)
I’m not good at story telling prompts. I wonder if I don’t have the imagination for it anymore, perhaps weathered by cynicism and disappointment over the years!
As a kid I invented a group of cartoon cats. I’m pretty sure there were five of them, but I can only remember 3. One was called Spike, and he had spikey fur. One was called Scar, and he had a scar on his face and was loosely based on Indiana Jones in that he wore a hat. The other I can remember was called Titch, who was a small cat maybe based on a childhood pet cat who had been orphaned early in her life so didn’t grow as big as she should. (She was found a pile of hay bales a few days after her mother was killed on a road).
Somewhere my dream of doing a comic book with the characters faded, although I don’t know where. They were going to be the next Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles!
I guess I could write something about the hail being an elaborate disguise of an alien spaceship bringing about the Apocalypse during which no-one survived and the aliens mined the planet of all its useful resources before leaving it desolate and uninhabited. But that’s depressing and probably been done before.
While I’m rubbish at story telling, I do remember an anecdote about the kind of thing in this prompt. I was at an archery competition as a teenager. Before I broke my collarbone I was actually pretty good. After that I never really hit the form again, although it feels wrong to blame the injury. We were driving back from South Manchester direction in blazing sunshine but just up the road we saw the hail approaching.
We hit it like a wall. It was the first time I’ve actually really seen a clear weather front! Normally rain just starts. With this, there was a very clear time and location where it wasn’t raining, and then where it was torrential, and you could see the edge of it really clearly.
“Wow!” I hear you say! It was interesting to me anyway.
New Year but where do I begin?
Out on my own can’t stand up on my own two feet
It’s a new day but you can’t escape your heart
Out on my own can’t feel,
‘Cause out on my own can’t start
But you, oh you, you’re the calm inside this storm
The calm inside this storm
Calm Inside the Storm by Shirock