Writing Exercise
Grab some dice and roll it. That number will be your writing prompt from the list given.
Side Note
Yay! I have finally made it into March even though now it is April. I will get caught…up one these days. Until then, I hope you are enjoying the short stories and other items written for these prompts. I am loving writing them.
Also I will be using a new character for this exercise.
Writing Prompts
Shipwrecked on a deserted islandDiscovered Bigfoot while hikingWinning the lotteryTrying to escape a cultBeing surprised with a dream vacation- Getting involved in a high speed car chase.


My Story
A young woman sat at a red light in her car. She had the window down, letting the hot Californian air into her car. She was on her way to the beach and couldn’t wait to get into the cool water. Her friends were already there having fun, but she had to work before she could join them.
The radio sang out beautiful music that didn’t help when she had to wait impatiently for the red light to change. It seemed to be the same light every time, too. She complained that it stayed red for far too long, but nobody did anything about it. From behind her car, she could hear what sounded like someone was running. the woman glanced back over her shoulder on the driver side and stuck her head out of the window, but she didn’t see anyone there. She shrugged her shoulders and with a quick hand, she brushed her long dark brown hair out of her honey brown eyes. When she turned around to check out of her passenger window, she screamed.
A skinny man with a gun drawn stood by the passenger door. He slammed his fist against the door.
With a shaky hand, she unlocked the car door and held her breath when he climbed in next to her.
“Drive!” The man barked at her as he slammed the door shut and looked behind them, not bothering on putting the seat belt on.
“But… the light is still red,” she muttered in fear.
He pointed the gun at her and hissed, “Drive!”
The young woman squeaked and hit the gas that caused her car to lurch dangerously into the intersection. Cars honked at her as she quickly maneuvered her car across the intersection. The man lowered the gun and continued to look behind them. He cursed loudly when he heard the sounds of sirens coming up from somewhere behind them. He couldn’t see them but could tell that the cops were closing in since he sirens were slowly getting louder.
“Get on the freeway,” the man said as he turned back around in the seat.
“This is California. There is going to be a lot of traffic.” She tapped her orange painted nail on the steering wheel.
“I don’t care! Get a move on,” he said ass he turned to look behind them again. He placed the gun on his lap when he turned to face forward. “What’s your name?”
“Umm… my name? My name is Manna,” she said, shocked that he had asked.
“Well, Manna, I want you to head towards Northern California as fast as you can.”
Sirens filled the air and four cop cars pulled out behind Manna’s red Honda Accord. She grasped the steering wheel tightly as she glanced in her rear view mirror. More cops showed up as she pulled out onto the freeway. Manna didn’t know what to do so she drove on, weaving through the cars. She knew that she would be in trouble unless she somehow told the cops she wasn’t associated with the man.
Manna raised her eyebrows as an idea popped into her head. She took one hand off the wheel and waited until the man was looking behind them again before she snatched up her phone from the middle console. She turned off the blue tooth, dialed 9-1-1, and hid the phone in between her legs. Manna grabbed the wheel with both hand as she drove on the shoulder in order to pass a semi-truck. She listened until she heard a voice on the phone before she started to talk.
“What’s your name?” she asked the man. She swallowed hard so that her voice didn’t sound to shaky.
“Why would I tell you that?”
“Well, I told you my name was Manna. I think that it’s only fair that you tell me your name,” she said, making sire that the lady on the phone can hear her every word. “You did force me to drive you.”
“Fine! My name is Rocky.” He looked behind them as even more cop cars joined the chase. “Now keep driving.”
“Why are you doing this? Why are you running from the police?” Manna asked, hoping to give the dispatcher more information to let them know what she wasn’t apart of this chase and was only a victim.
“I robbed a gas station. Now quit talking and drive.”
“But if I can get you to wherever you need to go in Northern California, will you let me go?” she asked ignoring his demands to keep quiet.
“I don’t know yet. I was going to just take your car but I heard a cop car and panicked,” Rocky said. He looked down at the gun and then up at the roof of the car. He moved closer to the window when a new sound could be heard over the sirens.
Above them, a helicopter flew past and then another followed suit. Manna saw that one was a news helicopter while the other was a police helicopter. She felt something hit the back of her car and knew that soon she would lose her car.
“Sorry, Rocky, but I think your ride has come to an end,” Manna said as he car was forced to slow down.
Rocky cursed under his breath as he felt the car being forced to stop by one of the cop cars behind them. He tightened his grip on the gun and looked at Manna. Manna saw the look in his face and she screamed.
“Please, Rocky, please don’t use that gun on me or the police. You are better than this,” Manna said as she ducked down once the car came to a full stop.
Rocky stared at Manna for a moment before he placed the fun down on the middle console and sat away from it, putting his hands up. Manna sighed in relief and and cried when she saw him put the gin down.
“Thank you, Rocky, thank you for putting the gun down,” she said so that the dispatcher could tell the police that the man beside her was unarmed.
The police surrounded the car and dragged Rocky out, arresting him instantly. They pinned him to the ground and read him his rights all the while he stared at the car. Another officer helped Manna out of her car and walked her to another police car to get her statement.
Manna sat in the back of the police car, talking to the officer, and watched as the police dragged Rocky to another car and put him in the back. Their eyes met and she smiled slightly at him, nodding her head again to thank him for sparing her life. Rocky nodded back and gave her a slight smile before he looked away, the officer driving the car away. Manna turned her attention back to the officer and she finished her statement.