Daily Prompt: Being Scared!

Daily Prompt: Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.

Last night I went to a girl’s eighteenth party. I arrived there with one of my friends and the party wasn’t really a party – in all honesty, it seemed like no-one had turned up. My other group of friends arrived and we just sat around a bit, had something to drink and waited for the party to start properly… and after about an hour, it did. Hundreds of teenagers started pouring out of the bushes for this party, and finally people started dancing. But still, three of my friends wanted to go home so left us, (there were three of us as well), to have a good time. The thing is, it didn’t really happen the way we planned. We were standing outside when all of a sudden the birthday girl’s dad started shouting and swearing at us, obviously drunk.                                                                                                                                                                                     “JUST LEAVE, JUST F****** LEAVE NOW” Everyone obviously wanted an explanation and he kept yelling that someone had smashed the toilet up. I asked him which toilet it was and he swore in my face. Anger was met by anger. Everyone started shouting back and the boys starting chanting at him, then he dad threatened to fight them. Bit scary. The security vans turned up and didn’t do much, but then the girl’s mum came out of the club and said that ‘the police were coming to arrest us all’ and that they had ‘all our faces on camera’. Arrest us for what? Waiting for our parents to pick us up?

It was certainly an interesting party!



Daily Prompt: Being a Partier!

Daily Prompt: You’re throwing a party — for you! Tell us all about the food, drink, events, and party favours you’ll have for your event of a lifetime. Use any theme you like — it’s *your* party!

The party I have in mind would require a lot of money and a large field and a warm summer night… so no, it’s unlikely that it will ever happen!

In the field, there would be a traditional fair with all the old-fashioned rides you see in the movies – a carousal, bouncy castle, helter skelter, Ferris wheel, coconut shy – you get the idea. So I suppose I’d go with fairground food as well; hot dogs, candy floss, burgers, pop corn – and doughnuts… a lot of them. And I’d quite fancy the Grease soundtrack playing in the background! As the night wears on, we would have a bonfire on the other half of the field, with lots of music and dancing and marshmallows. Then, when it all became too much, we would retire to our teepees filled with cushions and blankets and fall asleep… until the morning, when we’d do it all again because I hate to see good things end!


Daily Prompt: Being Neighbourly!

Daily Prompt: Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell us a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or… you get the point).

I say hello to both of my neighbours, who happen to be in their 70s and 80s. The married couple on the left throw a bonfire party every year where half of our street sit in front of a fire until the early hours of the morning and watch the fireworks. One year, they spent almost four hundred pounds on fireworks and sparklers! Everyone brings something to the party – be it homemade cheesy garlic bread, mushy peas or bonfire toffee.

Mmm… bonfire night!