A lot of writers hang out on the Discord and while Christmas shopping, I found a couple of books of writing prompts in the bargain section and I thought it might be fun to post one a week to encourage some creativity with existing writers and those who want to write.
The first prompt I posted was: Have you ever spoken up when you saw something going on that was wrong? Were you scared? What ended up happening?
A conversation about the late Francois Mitterand’s last meal somehow segued into Thestrals and the eating of them and how something like that could have a tinge of the forbidden. Anyway, here is what I’ve come up with so far.
Ginny walked quickly down Montague Street, her head down and chin buried in her scarf against the chill morning. Just a few more minutes and I can stop at the cafe for a lovely hot mocha. Stepping onto the pathway that ran through Russel Square, she saw something completely unexpected.
A thestral stood on the winter-brown grass, its skeletal figure seeming somehow appropriate for this gray, dismal day. Ginny slowed her walk and stared at the creature, the mocha no longer quite as important as it had been a short time ago. What is one of those doing here? As she watched, the pupil-less white eyes seemed to grow sharper and the leathery wings shivered.
A squirrel shot out of the flowerbed and the thestral pounced, looking like a bony, leathery cat with wings as it crushed the unfortunate squirrel beneath its hooves. Ginny let out a shocked gasp and stood, transfixed as the animal bent its neck down, scooping up the morsel in its beak-like mouth, tossing its head back and swallowing the squirrel whole.
What happens next?
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