The Unopened Box – Writing Wednesday

Did you participate in last week’s #WritingWednesday post? It was all about Dreams. If you haven’t posted your response, click HERE so you can do that now. Then, make sure you check in here ~ every Wednesday ~ for the latest #WritingWednesday writing prompt! Now, back to today’s regularly scheduled post…

Remember, #WritingWednesday is an EASY, STRESS-FREE, weekly writing challenge.

  • Read the writing prompt below,
  • Spend 5 minutes writing (in your own voice or the voice of a character you’re writing) whatever comes to mind,
  • DON’T EDIT what you write! IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE PERFECT!

The goal is 5 minutes of creativity.

Today I am writing in the voice of Tanja, a character in one of my current ‘WIP’ manuscripts.

Today’s writing prompt:

THE UNOPENED BOX

A coffin is just a box. A box we fill with the bodies of our lost loved ones. A box we fill with tears at the passing of friends and family. A box designed to keep out unwanted pests and vermin, vandals and thieves. A box not to difficult to unlock, from the inside, even when buried six feet under. All it takes is a little magic and a talented guide.

I am that guide!

I learned the ritual from my mother and my Aunt Clara when I was only ten years old. Although they were well known throughout our community and thought of as true practitioners, they had only scratched the surface of what it really means to be a necromancer.

By the time I was eleven, my mother was gone, sealed in a pine box and buried six feet below the earth’s surface. For the last six years, I’ve been salting the earth, above her body, weekly to protect her remains from those who practice the black magics. She was powerful, maybe not as powerful as I, but powerful enough that others might want to steal an ounce of blood, a sliver of skin, a lock of hair, or even a bone or two in an effort to intensify their own magic. It would work too. That’s why I salt the earth. That’s why I’ve never left New Orleans. That’s why, when Operation Atlas came knocking on my door I insisted that if I were to work with them, I wouldn’t be one of their pets, locked in a cage… or cell… or wherever they kept them at the corporate offices. When I showed them what I was capable of, they agreed to let me stay in my home in New Orleans. Not that they really had a choice.

© 2020 Nina Soden


Alright, now it’s your turn. I’d love to see what today’s writing prompt [THE UNOPENED BOX] inspires in you. So, if you are willing, go to the comment section below and start typing. Take 5 minutes and let’s see what you come up with! 


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2 thoughts on “The Unopened Box – Writing Wednesday

  1. Pingback: MIRROR – Writing Wednesday | Nina Soden

  2. Today I am writing in the voice of Aaron, a character in my upcoming novel, Fleeting Shadows. This takes place roughly ten years after the events of the novel.

    “It’s just a box with something inside of it,” I thought to myself, “Elyse will never know what’s in it unless you open it and show her.” I paced around my room, panicking and keeping a wide berth from the small, black, velvet box sitting on the foot of my bed. I had been planning this night for weeks, but now that it was here, I had lost my gall. I stopped pacing and steeled myself. “She’s been with you for nine years already, if she was going to leave you, she would’ve already done it.” Thinking that made me feel better until I realized that maybe the reason she hadn’t left me was because she wanted to make her Mother mad. The two of us aren’t exactly at equal social standings, her being a Princess and all. I had begun pacing again by this point but stopped when I looked over at my desk and saw a picture of us she had commissioned. It was us on the night I finally confessed my feelings to her, so many years ago. The painter had perfectly captured the fear in my eyes and the softness in hers. I looked around at all the other small paintings of us that were around the room. In every single one, she was looking at me like I was the only person in the world who mattered to her. With that thought in mind, I grabbed the box and strolled out the door to meet the woman who would hopefully be my fiancée in just a few hours.

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