Write a story about a character who’s trying to fill an empty space, literally or metaphorically.
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“It is Done” by Viv S
“Did you eat breakfast?” She asked only because he said he was tired that morning. She was just trying to help. That’s what Ruth was good at, finding solutions to everyday problems. Ruth was always in a cheerful, joyous mood. It was a superpower that she had, everything she touched would turn good. It was ironic for Ruth to think that she lights up a room when she walks in. She saw...
“The Wisdom of an Apostate, A Generational Tale” by Rebecca Moatz
The Wisdom of an Apostate A Generational Tale Sebastian opened his eyes slowly. They burned and watered from the haze of acrid smoke all around him. He couldn’t hear anything but painful ringing in his ears. He wasn’t sure if he was dead or alive. He was taught that there was no Hell, but this certainly was no Paradise Earth either. In fact, he had no idea where he was or where he was supposed to g...
“Heartland Treasures Unlimited” by Zen Wren
The thrill of this job makes my blood pump and my heart sing..! These days, kids don’t want family heirlooms. Furniture, dishes and collectibles are things that everyone just assumed would be precious keepsakes for generations to come. To the young people, and by that I mean under 50, it just seems like a bunch of old stuff that you could find at a garage sale, or on the lawn at a church bazaar. Do they w...
“Place Your Trust” by Aza P
I was thirteen when it first appeared. Vast and vacant, and right in the middle of my abdomen where my stomach should have been. Where my organs should have been, but weren’t. It ran from underneath my breasts all the way down to my hip bones. An emptiness that should have been impossible. That day, which might have been a Wednesday, I was changing into my uniform before school. I put on my skirt, no prob...
“Boiling Well” by Tim Roberts
He bought a bottle of ‘Boiling Well’ beer from the Brewery Tap because it was his Dad’s favourite. He’d raised one to his draining health with his brothers the afternoon he died. Indeed, they were so busy drinking to his imminent memory and planning out their shared grief like some lubricated mental spread sheet that they’d missed the actual moment of his passing. It still stuck in his craw. He sat at the...
“What We Can't Leave Behind” by Nadia Woods
Marielle stood at the entrance to the bedroom, one hand mindlessly tapping the ivory white doorframe, the other gently grasping her lower jaw in an affectation of deep thought. The translucent lavender curtains across the room lazily flowed to the rhyme of the breeze outside. She could hear the steady beat of rain against the window, and shivered slightly as the cool late October air glided over her bare arms on its gentle journey through the one-bedroom apartment.She sighed and walked over to her bed, laying gently back...
“Away Message” by Maria Avisal
“Hold on, let me read this email,” Ray said, which was irritating since he had called me and I didn’t particularly feel like talking to him at all. “Whoa, Nina, remember Scott?” My empty stomach flipped into my chest. Yes, I remembered Scott. I remembered his green-gray eyes, and wavy hair, and cool nonchalance that masked a quiet intensity. I remembered the exact moment he had noticed me at th...
“Second Floor Apartment” by Lins E
The couch had stayed. The last tenant had told Angie's friend Marta that he would not be moving it. Angie was fine with this. Sight unseen, she signed a six month lease. The couch had no legs and was very low to the ground. If Angie sat on it like a chair, her knees came up level with her tits. But she rarely sat on it. She laid down on it. Or stretched her legs out across it. She used its entire space. *...
“Bar Talk” by Dhruv Srivastava
Why were bar tops always made of some deep, dark wood with so much polish on it that one could see their sad face in crystal clear high definition as they ordered another drink? And why was the wood always so slippery? Just for barkeeps to fling drinks around like they’re in some sort of low-brow curling match? And the music… songs just played again and again. In the three hours that Ted had been at McCarson’s Corne...
“Making Eye Contact” by Doreen Shea
Making Eye Contact Her fingers danced along the wine glass stem, as she wondered how her life got to this point. Claire sat at the dimly lit bar waiting for a stranger, wishing she ordered a whisky sour instead but didn’t want to give her age away with that choice. Her bra strap dug in, a foot wanted out of the heels, and a sticky spot on the bar stole her attention and...
“The Wish” by Marcia H.
Spencer loved to garden and do what he called “pulling the magic weeds from the ground.” He loved to garden almost from the time he could walk outside. But, his high society loving parents didn’t think that it was a good idea for their only son to be outside kneeling in muddy dirt and wet grass besides their gardener every day. Spencer on the other hand didn’t mind the getting mud and dirt from the earth on his clothes a...
“A Monster's Love” by Virtual Chesse Emporium
It’s never been easy for me to make friends. With my Mom searching for success and my Dad begrudgingly going with the plan, there’s never been time to settle down and try to make connections. My status at school was the weird artist loner who sat by herself and drew in her tattered red sketchbook. And to add insult to injury, Mom’s road to success was blocked by two obstacles: Not enough money and Dad’s inability to fin...
“Echo” by Floria Yang
CW: child abuse<I> “I think it is time for us to have a baby.” I straighten my back and took in a long steady breath before speaking. The smell of fresh flowers mixed with meat sauce and salad dressing on the table filled my nostril. My voice echoed in a room so quiet. I scooped up some salad into my mouth, wincing as I swallowed: I migh...
“Parasite” by Michael Martin
He found himself in front of the box again. Brian didn’t recall lowering the stairs to the attic. He hadn’t noticed his feet carrying him down the path his footsteps had created in the dust and insulation-covered planks. Navigating the clothes, decorations, and knickknacks - strewn about the attic floor during his impassioned rush to find the box in the moments after she’d walked out the door – didn’t register to him anymore. Yet, here he was again. Staring at the half-empty box that contained one struggling he...
“Falling for Fiction” by Courtney Moore
Falling in love with fiction is the worst type of heartbreak. She’s already on track to meet her prince charming. He’ll fall in love with her wit. He’ll be the one to tuck that piece of hair behind her ear. He’ll get to hold her in his arms and mine will still be empty. I’ll just have this book with pages and pages of her.She was written for me. The intent was the world, but it’s me she found. She feels too familiar. Blonde hair and blue eyes, with freckles all over. Brave at her worst. Content at her best. I know she’s just a char...
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