We hope you’ve had a good week of writing! It’s time to see what our writers came up with for this week’s prompt.
The prompt this week was: Two strangers are trapped in a stuck elevator. Try to write in a specific genre.
Three of our writers came up with stories this week, mostly slanting towards the urban fantasy/horror direction…
I checked my watch. Yeah, it had been thirty minutes now, and I was still stuck in a damn elevator. My involuntary companion, a man with long dark hair and a black coat, leaned against the wall across from me staring at his phone. After pressing the elevator’s help button and calling the front desk of this New York skyscraper, he hadn’t said a word and just stood there.
It really annoyed me.
I tried, yet again, to engage in conversation with him. “You’d think they’d have told us on the intercom that they’re sending help, or something.”
“There’s a sound system in here for music but I doubt anyone can speak through it,” He said, not even look up from his phone.
I straightened my tie, and crossed my arms. “how much longer do you think we’ll have to wait?”
“That’s the third time you’ve said that.”
He didn’t sound angry, but there was a twinge to his voice that made me not want to test his impatience. He probably had somewhere to be too. All I knew was that I sure as hell wasn’t going to get this job, not if I couldn’t make it to the interview.
And in today’s market, like I could use being stuck in an elevator as an excuse.
“You’d think they’d give us an update.”
The man looked up, and his dark eyes threatened to burn a hole through me. There was something unsettling about him, alright. Though I couldn’t put my finger on it.