Josephine clutched his hand as she hoisted herself up, onto the overturned crate. She steadied her Avia sneakers in the center of the crates plastic grid. She clutched hairless palm to her belly. She raised her fist in the air, cleared her throat and began to speak.
Be creative with it. Are people playing spin the bottle? Something more sinister? What’ll happen if the dare isn’t completed? You could also totally write about me daring all you lovely people to write in which case you’d be my fave person ever.
Think outside the box!
And don’t forget to tag I dare you to write if you’re brave enough to publish it