You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

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“I'm No Psychic” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1403 wordsRated PG: violencePrompt: Write a near-future thriller where a piece of everyday technology has turned against your character--and only your character.Author's note: this story is for my parent, who gave me the idea“...and over here, we have the history of Edward Louie, creator of the first fortune-cookie machine. In the late 1960s, he was tired of folding thousands of cookies each day…”I ignore the guide my family is listenin...

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“Flames and Flowers” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1536 wordsRated PG: murder, arsonPrompt: Write about two people reconnecting after a rough patch in their relationship.Author's note: I made this story up talking with my friend, and decided it would be fun to curse the internet with itYou are quite the gardener. In fact, you entered a gardening competition, thinking it would be fun. You had some amazing rose beds right behind your house. They grew in white, pink, red, purple, and blue if you added food colouring.

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“Take Note” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1344 wordsRated PG: mature subject matter, violencePrompt: Write about someone who never planned to make history but is now about to deliver a speech in front of millions.Author’s note: That’s right, I’m not dead.I try to wave, but it’s hard with the chains. They bind my feets to my arms, seriously restricting my movements. My feet are also bare, so I’m feeling the full heat of the metal on them. It stings, but that is the least of my worries....

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“Lunar Conversation” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1284 wordsRated PG; violence, bloodPrompt: Write a a story set in summer, when suddenly it starts to snow.Last night, the moon seemed to say something. I mainly thought this because it yelled at me for staying out late.It’s 3 in the morning, and I’m driving home by the pale slivers of the full moon. It follows me, lighting my path. I don’t even use my headlights because the silver beams are so enchanting, I wouldn’t want to ruin the...

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“Impossible Secrets” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

2042 wordsRated PG: blood, firearms, fearPrompt: Write about a character who is incapable of telling even the smallest lie or half-truth.Author’s note: Truly living up to my bio.His eyes are wide. I take a step closer to him, and he shivers. He is hyperventilating as best he can with a gag on. To his credit, he is not sweating. In fact, he is extremely dry. He hasn’t cried either. Interesting piece of information.“Who is coming?”

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“Simply The Rules” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1919 wordsRated PG; gun violence, bloodI roll my pen back and forth along my desk to stop the annoying buzz of silence in my office. The shimmering crystals inside it jostle. They were taken from the first star ever created. You can get them in bulk at the gift shop downstairs. It takes away the mystique, doesn’t it? You can just pop down two floors, grab one of these babies, and now you own part of a star. Humans would go crazy for just a glimpse at it. Not that they can t...

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“Slaughter, spells, and sweets, part 2: in 10 seconds” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1104 wordsRated PG; gun violence, brief mild languageNote: this is the second part of a story. Yep, I actually managed to update it.10When I was sixteen, my friend gave me a sweater for my birthday. It was pretty, with stripes. I loved it, and wore it every day. It was two sizes too big, but a quick spell fixed that. It fit perfectly, and my friend was happy to see I was interested in it.Unfortunately, this meant that my frie...

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“The Teller, part 1” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

2887 wordsRated PG: some violence, bloodAuthor’s note: Yes, I cut this because of the required word count. Yes, I’m probably biting off more than I can chew with two story series. But I’m on a bit of a creative spree, so you can’t stop me now.Disclaimer: The conversations and names concerning organisms from other planets, solar systems, and time frames in this story have been translated. 1550 -Earth YearsA ping ca...

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“Slaughter, spells, and sweets” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1153 wordsRated PG; some mature subject matterAuthor's note: No, I have no idea what I just wrote. It's almost midnight, and my mind is trying to comprehend how I mixed evil magic and baked goods. Tell me if I should do another part, or abandon this God-Forsaken anomaly.When I was younger, I would run up and down the home with my brother and sister, the three of us dressed in Grandma’s old dresses, pretending we were cottage girls-- with flowers in our hair and big idea...

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“Do you love me?” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1534 wordsRated PG; gun violence, mature subject matterHa.That's the first word that came to mind. The first thing that rolled off my tongue when it happened. I apologize, dear reader. You just opened a book when this slip of paper fell out. Tell me, why are you reading Joop Ter Heul? Is it for a school project? Do you just like comedic, old Dutch books? Did you pick this up by accident? Fun fact, this book was a favourite of Anne Frank.

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“If you find this” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1101 wordsRated PG; violence, substancesDearest Carie,I suppose I do owe you an explanation. Even if these words will be lost at the bottom of the lake. Even if the ink will run and stain the pristine blue. Even if this bottle might never be found.Many rumours have been going around about me. I don't know how many of them you actually believe--but I imagine you sitting in the sand, staring up at the sky, wondering what happened to your friend. So I'll ...

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“Delirious” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1482 wordsRated 12+; violence"I've never said those words. Not once!" she screams.Our sun has been giving us life for 4 billion years. Small organisms felt its heat and made oxygen. In another 4 billion years, it'll explode and destroy us. The whole galaxy is gone. A spark of pain, and then nothing. That's how Clarke feels right now, standing on a hill, staring at the city, next to Laurelie. A first, a pain so great it can't be fathom it, then nothing.Laurelie pulls ...

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“The leap of faith” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

2141 wordsRated PG: fearThere are 8347 found people in the new world and counting. The city is pulling in more people every day. The number goes up weekly. More people saved from the post-apocalyptic tundra of irradiated waste. They're genuinely trying to make the world a better place--start off with equity to reach equality. My sister and brother are personally overseeing it. And it's getting harder and harder for us to escape their surveillance.  []They believe anything blasted by ...

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“Good luck and bad luck” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1924 wordsRated 12+; torture, death, violence"The tv isn't working!" shouts Kat.I roll my eyes. Getting up from my spot on the couch, I kneel down in front of the television. Apparently no one in my family can get it to work. A remote is thrust into my hands. "Is this sticky? Kat, have you been eating and touching the remote?"Kat shrugs. She shoves her hands in the pockets of her green sweater. She has no respect for the remote. She wolfs down a chocolate bar while watchi...

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“Promise me” by You'd think a writer would have a More creative name

1594 wordsRated PG; fantasy violence “It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.”Andrea ignores me. She slides the sword into its hilt and straightens up. "I don't understand. This is what you wanted me to do."I grab her shoulder. I can feel the metal of her fitted armor. "I wanted you to stop wallowing in sadness, not go and play hero."She rolls her eyes and pushes my hand away. The house has an eerie feeling to it. Our breakfast plates, abandoned on the t...

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