It’s been quite a while since I sat down and participated in Write on Wednesday. I think a major drawcard this week may have been my slight reluctance to edit a ton of photos for a blog post when the house is calling out to me for some attention!
Anyway, this week WOW asks us to revisit previous writing prompts or to develop a character we’ve worked with before. I know my red crayon piece was popular, as was my little story about Johnathan and Tilly. So I’ll just let my muses in and see which direction we head off in. I think I’ll revisit “The clock winked”.
The Write On Wednesday Rules: Get creative with the writing exercises – there isn’t a right or wrong. Please do try to visit the other members of Write On Wednesdays and leave a comment of support and constructive criticism.
Write On Wednesdays Exercise 24 – This week is a Choose Your Own Adventure week. Look to your left…In my sidebar you will find a list of the WoW writing exercises. Pick a prompt that takes your fancy and make it work for you. Maybe you will work on yourNaNo story or another writing project or perhaps just a bit of creative exploration. You might even like to share your favorite book genre with us and then use the prompt to work on a similar theme.
It wasn’t really a clock of course. That was just a nickname given to her many years ago by students long gone. Outwardly she seemed organised, strict, opinionated and reliable, a constant in an ever changing world of chaos. She was always where she should be, dependable and methodical. You could set your watch by her.
So the nickname had stuck.
Those that had gotten close to her in her time in the great dark halls of St Marys knew that there was so much more to The Clock than there appeared to be on the surface. New girls often dismissed her as old, humorless, strict and that most bland of descriptions – boring- when in fact beneath the surface was a wonderful smile, oodles of knowledge from both her own experiences and the many years spent travelling and studying. Humour? Bucket loads of wit, which if you showed respect, intellect and interest, would easily come to the surface.
There was certainly a way to wind The Clock in your favour, but too few bothered or they tried to exploit her good nature.
But romance… oh she had a weakness for romance! Always bending the rules just a little. Was she getting softer as time went on? She didn’t think so. She knew a truly exciting love story when she overheard the whispers in the hall. Not the quick drunken fumbles some of the juniors were getting up to, getting themselves in trouble. No… the old school, toe curling, love letter writing, flowers left by the boarding school door in the dead of the night romance.
There’d been flashes of it in her own life of course. Closely guarded secrets that the students had never quite managed to prise from her. Would she tell one day? She wasn’t sure. Looking down at her aging hands she knew she’d have to write her story one day.
She hummed a dusty old melody to herself and stole about changing the times on the hallway clocks and keeping watch on the door. Nothing must go wrong tonight. It was far too important to Rhiannon.