Finish the story – A.R. Clayton

Two weeks ago you came across a sewing pin in a restaurant, a neat restaurant, mind you, that was set inside a historic house. You’re waiting for your vegan meal when you spot the pointy fiend on the floor. You pick it up to save someone’s foot and…wham! You’re transported through time and, what’s that? You’re getting married? Read the comments in that entry to see the endings people came up with for this pointed tale. (See what I did there?)

So let’s get to it. This week’s prompt. You’re at a movie theater, yours to describe. You got your tickets scanned with the beep-boop laser gun and you’re granted access into the dimly lit movie theatre hall. You’re waiting to go into your theatre room when a teenager comes out of a side bathroom and suddenly stares at you. He places himself in the middle of the hallway and spreads his arms out to either side, standing perfectly still, legs tightly together. Your eyes drift away in embarrassment and then drift back, assessing the situation. You sense he’s playing with you and waiting for a response. You don’t sense a threat. So you respond.

“Are you flying?” you ask, ever so bluntly.

The teenager shifts and you sense a crack of embarrassment seeping through his act. Clearly he didn’t expect you to confront his odd behavior and so politely.

“High as a kite,” he responds.

He lowers his arms, grins, and begins to walk away. He disappears, directly through a solid wall. You’re the only one who saw him, you realize, and the wall is still shimmering where he went through. You decide to follow, wondering what on earth just happened and what this guy’s deal is. The movie can wait for the moment…

So writers. What do you find? What happens? And more importantly, did you order me a pretzel? No butter or dairy, please. That vegan thing is real.

The rules are below. No winners/losers, per usual. I’m really curious to see the directions you’ll take with this. Pass the pretzel, wouldn’t you? You’re hogging it.

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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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