Writing Challenges

Not That Kind Of Asylum

Welcome to Day 6 of 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing, the creative writing challenge that 4 out of 5 electricians agree is the reason for skyrocketing electric bills. Today’s prompt is Haven, and you can thank Barb for this one. Don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you participated in today’s challenge before the lights went out.


Not That Kind of Asylum

angry mob scene

Sticks and stones may break my bones and I’d like to avoid that, if possible.

Image from here

She pounded on the heavy door with her fists. “Please! Please, somebody! Let me in, please!” Again and again, for what seemed an eternity. She looked over her shoulder and felt fear overtake her. She could see them in the distance. It wouldn’t be long and they would be here. They would get her. She started to scream in earnest, “HELP! PLEASE HELP ME!” The door finally opened and a man stood before her.

“Yes, how can I help you?”
“Please, I beg of you, I need asylum.”
“There’s a lovely facility just up the road. They serve Jell-O and…”
“No, NO! Listen! I need safe haven. There are people after me. Evil, insane, dangerous people. Please, please let me in!”
“Goodness, of course! Come in, come in!”

The door closed with a solid thud and the man turned several latches before sliding the deadbolt firmly into place. Turning to his unexpected guest, he found the poor thing huddled against the wall and breathless.

“You poor thing! What on earth do those dreadful people want with you?”
“It’s all my fault. I swear, though, I didn’t mean to. It was just supposed to be a lark. I swear, I never meant for it to go this far!”
“Easy, easy. I’m sure you never meant anything bad to happen…but what exactly are you talking about? What did you do that those people want to hurt you?”
“Go on, dear. I won’t judge you, I promise.”
“I…my name is Nicky. I… started a writing challenge and…all those bloggers…”
“Shhhh, dear. It’s okay. I understand. It’s not your fault. You’ve come to the right place.”
“But there are so many of them…”
“Doesn’t matter if there’s an army of them. If they try to come in here, well, let’s just say that their ranks will suffer. My name is Larry. I take it you’ve never been to Google Headquarters before. Let me show you around.”


Click on the links below to see who else has participated in today’s challenge and will probably be part of the angry mob that hunts me down.

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  • Hey Nicky! Hah! So now it’s OUR fault?! Well, I can assure you I’m not a ringleader, and will stand valiantly by your side as the hordes descend. But please, don’t read my reply to Dufus. Yours, etc, Roth x

  • Sssssh! Hey man, you coloured the petition in; don’t act all surprised now.

  • Who says that we are chasing you to HURT you? *bats eyelashes*

  • Sorry, I guess I just forgot it was today.

  • Nicky, my love, M knows people on the inside. You are never safe from me. Nor do I think you want to be…. πŸ˜‰

  • Tami Von Zalez

    Nicky, you’ve got it all wrong – you are revered, a saint in the Internet stratosphere. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be having so much fun!

  • Nicky, just trying to read all of these damn posts is seriously interfering with my shoe shopping schedule. I mean, it’s almost Spring and I need open toed shoes and a pedicure. But I can’t find the time for either one. Damn it, Girl. What were you thinking?

  • I think Laughing Mom has it right. There may be people chasing you but they just want to get your autograph….possibly have a picture taken with you.

  • Ha! Finally starting to see the evil of your deeds, are you? Truth be told, I’m grateful to you for kick-starting my (size 4) ass and getting me writing more. Don’t tell the others, okay?

  • Like Jayne, I, too, needed a kick-start of my not-so-size 4 a$$. But that can just be between us gals, right?


  • Who are you? And who stole Nicky?

  • Hahahahaha! You’d better hide!

  • Yes, it’s too late.

  • Again with the petition, hmmmm? It seems I need to have a word with you, Indigo!

  • It’s not today. It was yesterday. Go back to sleep.

  • No, if you re-read the story, you’ll see that I clearly blame myself. And I’m relieved to know you’ll be by my side, Indigo. With a torch in one hand and a pitchfork in the other? πŸ™‚

  • Batting your eyelashes does nothing to cover up the murderous look in your eyes, LM. Nothing at all! πŸ™‚

  • Um, no, and as a matter of fact, I think you should punish me for even suggesting such a thing. Please.

  • Tami, have you been drinking? And may I join you? πŸ™‚

  • I know, I know! I obviously wasn’t thinking. Drinking, yes. Thinking, no.

  • Oh, yes. I’m sure that’s what they want. Who wouldn’t want that, right? I mean, except for all the bloggers participating in this fiasco, that is. πŸ™‚

  • Whew! One less crazed blogger chasing me in my dreams! I won’t say a word, promise!

  • Absolutely. Won’t tell anyone. Ever. Pinky-swear!

  • πŸ™‚

  • But I am Nicky. Really. Hey! What’s that over there?! *runs away when you turn your head*

  • I’m tryin’, Boom Boom! I’m tryin’!

  • We are comin to get youuuuuu!!!!

  • Barb

    Be afraid…. Very afraid πŸ˜‰

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  • KZ

    Hide your Nickys, hide your Mikes, and hide your cheese, ‘cus they’re blogging about errthing out here.

  • Assume the position, Nicky my love, I’m on my way.


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