Fan Fiction Friday: Friendsgiving Edition 🦃
Thanksgiving or Angstgiving? You Decide.
Hey creative GLUs!
Thanksgiving is coming in hawt, so, ah-bviously this week’s Fan Fiction prompt is about the Pretty Committee reuniting for Friendsgiving. But you know our mercurial little angels. Sometimes they give thanks. Sometimes they give angst. What will it be this year?
Remember: This is purely for fun and community enjoyment—all stories shared here are separate from official works.
This Week’s Prompt: Friendsgiving.
The Pretty Committee, now college freshmen, is reuniting for Friendsgiving. Will it go down in history as the BFF (Best Friends(giving) Forever), the WFNA (Worst Friendsgiving for Never Ah-gain), or a combination of the two?
Your mission: In under 500 words, set the scene. Who’s hosting? What did each girl bring? Is there drama? Were they allowed to bring dates? And most importantly, who are they wearing???
Guidelines for Your Scene:
Choose your POV character (Massie, Claire, Alicia, Dylan, or Kristen)
Set the scene (Whose apartment/home, vacation home)
Include at least one callback to their OCD days (inside jokes, old rivalries, shared memories)
Some Inspiration to Get You Started:
Is Massie micromanaging the tablescape?
Is Kuh-laire in charge of dessert?
Did Alicia bring a guy without asking?
Does Kristen make everyone play a game?
Does Dylan have tummy issues?
How to Participate:
Share your scene in the comments below
Use the header format:
POV: [Character Name]
Location: [Where each girl is zooming from]
Title: [Your scene’s title]Keep it chill and fun
Let your imagination out of its cage.
Community Guidelines:
Respect other writers’ creative choices
Leave encouraging comments on others’ work
Feel free to build on others’ ideas (with credit!)
Remember, this is for entertainment only
Share yours in the comments below, and don’t forget to read and respond to other writers’ work! You might just find your future writing partner or the next great author.
xoxo,
Lisi and Ellen
such a fun prompt! love the clique sm, writing this was the best way to start off my thanksgiving break and get inspired to dress up lol
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“Hurry up, Kuh-laire.” Massie Block shuffle-stomped her chocolate brown vintage Chloé platforms in front of the Riveras’ enormous oak door and shivered. The Chloés set off her black lace tights, muted gold lace Marc Jacobs shift dress and taupe Trina Turk capelet perfectly, but the ensemble did little to keep her warm in the late Westchester November afternoon. She adjusted the thin gold headband in her glossy dark hair.
“I’m right here,” Claire Lyons huffed, stumbling up the stone steps in her Frye boots. She had Massie’s pumpkin-colored Le Creuset balanced on top of her own foil-covered Trader Joe’s green bean casserole. Dangling from her elbow was a burgundy crocodile leather carrier, which hissed like a tea kettle—Massie’s sphynx cat, Bijou, was pissed, and probably freezing her ass off despite all the cashmere Loro Piana scarves Massie had stuffed inside. “I’d be a lot faster if I wasn’t carrying all your stuff too, you know.”
Massie batted her lashes innocently. “How was I supposed to know I’d throw out my shoulder in Pilates yesterday?” Claire rolled her eyes.
Before either girl had a chance to lift the heavy brass lion-shaped knock, the door flew open. “You guys!” Dylan Marvil crowed. Her dark olive-toned wool cape fanned out dramatically as she rushed to hug them. “Kristen was tracking you on Find My Friends.”
“How ah-dorably creepy.” Massie beamed, the feeling of reuniting with her old friends recharging her like an iPhone docking station. She pulled back to survey Dylan. Her chic belted olive-colored jumpsuit and over-the-knee suede Stuart Weitzman boots showed off her glamorous figure.
“You look in-credible. And nice hat,” she teased Kristen Gregory, who had rounded the corner into the huge foyer. Her trademark dirty-blonde hair was covered by a brown tweed newsboy cap, which matched the wide suede belt circling her cashmere long-sleeved minidress and knee-high boots. “Where was it when you had all your hair chopped off back in seventh?”
“Don’t even,” Kristen said with a smile, giving Massie a hug and taking the trays of food from Claire. “That was the trenches. It’s good you guys got here when you did, though. Dylan’s getting hangry.”
As Massie giggled, Alicia Rivera’s voice floated closer, followed by the click of her heels. “We’re going to start photos in 10. Make sure the cornucopia doesn’t catch on fire,” she called over her shoulder. She whipped back around and spotted Massie, her thick, glossy black hair flying. “Ehmagawd!” They tackled each other in a hug, Massie breathing in the familiar notes of Alicia’s Angel perfume. The spicy chocolate mixed perfectly with the cozy, chai latte-scented air.
“I missed you so much,” Alicia cooed, flipping her hair away from the collar of her red fur-lined jacket. It hung open over a fitted red knit turtleneck, black A-line skirt and flirty black pointy-toed suede stiletto boots. “I need your opinion on lighting. Kuh-laire says it’s too dark for photos.”
Massie tapped her dark red Chanel-polished index finger against her chin. “Candles and lamps only. Nothing overhead except the chandelier. Kuh-laire will just have to deal.” Alicia nodded seriously.
Massie beamed again, basking in the knowledge of being a wise, collegiate alpha. Nothing would get in the way of her Pinterest-worthy Friendsgiving with her best friends. She was going to have the best Instagram photo dump, the most aesthetic Insta-stories, the most delicious—
“Maaayy-seee? Is that you?”
Her heart dropped at the grating, sing-songy voice emanating from the top of the winding staircase.
Alicia widened her big brown eyes in apology. “I didn’t know how to tell you. My parents stuck me with—”
“Nina,” Massie hissed.
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what i imagined for the girls' outfits: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1KFLTvhjRxwkLGM6pWY8No1Qrn9V4fy8f?usp=sharing