Sunday, May 13, 2018

Writing Prompt: The Free Write: I Didn’t Mean It

By Janice Hardy, @Janice_Hardy

This week’s prompt is a free write, so take the seed below and run with it. It doesn’t have to turn into anything (unless you want it to, of course), just let the words flow and see where they go.

Write down this opening sentence and follow it wherever it goes:

It wasn’t as if I’d meant to do it.

Write as much or as little as you’d like.


  1. It wasn't as if I meant to do it. Stuff happens and you have to think fast. I swerved the car off the road to avoid an accident and hit a dog instead. Killed him instantly. I felt horrible. But then hitting a car head on would be worse. At least that's what I told myself.

  2. "It wasn't as if I meant to do it", I said to the silence in my head, staring at the empty glass. I had just sat here for the last three hours, drinking like the world was ending, surrounded by what I estmimated to be half a dozen similar cases. Together, our kind alone must made up half the denizens of every low-lit bar on week nigths. I was almost expecting a "thank you" note from the barman for getting his kids through college.

    My minds was a mush of recent memories, and the fact that it was now marinated in cheap whisky wasnt helping, but Meredith's voice still sounded clear as ice. She wasn't mad-I've heard her mad enough times to instinctively fear something worse-and I was right. She was, for once, done.

    I didn't even remember what I did this time: was it the Thanksgiving incident? No, that was bad, but also months ago. Our anyversary? She wouldn't have left me today if it were. Did it even happen today?

    The harder I tought of it, the more my head throbed. I knew it'd hurt harder in the morning, but if I could stave off the ground shaking one more time, so help me god, I would. It was the only thing I had left.

    But no matter how much I waved and begged, my glass was not refiled. Then, out of nowhere, I was sitting damp on the sidewalk.

    "Ungreatful. Just Ungreatful", I said to the silence in my head. He didn't let me help him. Oh well, some other poor schmuck's kids wouldn't have to worry about student debt. Not if I could help it.