A few weeks ago you came across a time traveling sewing machine in pretty peculiar circumstances. We had just one entry, but the author took us places. I appreciate the writer taking part in the Creativity Contests so regularly. She’s been working hard on developing her writing and exploring her imagination. I want to give a a special thank you to Anneberly Andrews. ✏️ Thanks for your support!
For this week’s prompt, we’re at a restaurant for lunch. One of those local businesses, with an antique fireplace in your favorite room to eat in. The restaurant, you see, is inside a very old house, one with a murky, somewhat spooky, history. The restaurant is even part of the village’s ghost tour at Halloween time every year. But that’s all nonsense, right?
You order yourself a nice vegan meal, sit down at a table for one and crack open a book. You’re about to dig in when you spot something on the floor. It’s an antique sewing pin, very rusty but still sharp. You pick it up, concerned someone will step on it and injure themselves.
A woman comes up to you just then. She’s dressed in a black and white gown, a very poofy affair with a feathered hat. She’s shouting to someone behind you to hurry and get dressed for the wedding. What wedding? Who’s wedding? You have no idea. And what happened to the restaurant? You’re inside a very posh bedroom and there’s oil lamps burning steadily on the walls. More importantly–what happened to your lunch?!
Before you can ask any questions, a maid appears, then two, and soon you’re stuffed into a corset, petticoat, tights and a very elaborate wedding gown. It looks like you’re the bride.
You break out of your stupor and begin to make a run for it, but the door closes and you hear a tear. Out comes the sewing pin…and it looks oh so familiar.
“That’s enough of this nonsense, Beatrice”, the woman says to you curtly. She was the one who closed the door, you realize. “You’re marrying William Foxglove and that’s all there is to it. Come on girls, the ceremony is at eleven, you can sew the veil in the carriage…”
Take it from here. What on earth is going on? Are you really getting married? Or did you eat a bad piece of garlic in your meal? And what’s with the sewing pin? Only you can tell us. Good luck! ☺️
The rules are below. No winners/losers, per usual. I’m really curious to see the directions you’ll take with this. Pass the hummus, wouldn’t you?
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- Keep it PG. Pretend your great Aunt Gertrude would read it and disinherit you if she smelled even the faintest whiff of impropriety.
- No word limit this week. Just please don’t try to out write Emily Bronte. I do need to sleep and eat.
- You can do descriptives, a story, whatever your imagination comes up with. Narratives might work best here but let your sparkly imagination be your guide.
- Repost on your blog to increase the fun! This is optional, but the more the merrier. I welcome the pingbacks. (They make me happy.)
- Describe your wedding dress.
You have until Friday, March 15th (11:59 pm, US EST) to make your post. Author reserves the right to approve and disapprove comments at her own discretion. I am extending out the deadline farther to see if it helps writers. I look forward to reading your adventures. 😊