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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....
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.<...
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 ...
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 ...
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...
1120 wordsRated PG: fearThat knock. Why are they hitting their knuckles against my door so aggressively? My body reacts before I know what's happening. I spin, and feel my hands being turned into wings-- they flap quickly. I'm almost at the basement stairs before I stop. Muscle memory, that's all. I moved to this time frame specifically so I wouldn't have to deal with riots and burnings. Exhausted from my brief flight, I spin again. My feet grow bigger. By ear...
My phone makes a ping. One that lets me know an email has been recieved. I pause the orientation video for a new website my company is using. I'll just finish it afterwards. I look at the phone next to me. A green, pink and gold case has lightning flashes on it. On the back, the words Ten and two are written in a big font. I got this case at a concert. I look at the reminder and raise an eyebrow. It's from Canna Nova, the high school I attended. I press it, and the screen changes to the message.Dearest stude...
*Note: This is the second part of a story* "They don't know it exists. We'll be fine, Leslie." My mom comforts my Dad. He’s sitting at the kitchen table. “No, I just can’t believe that. Your family is observant, like you.” Mom rolls her eyes. “And your family is dramatic, like you. Your grandparents spent decades building before passing it on to your folks, hon. And-” “And I ...
The earth is angry with us. Spitting rage and unbending fury courses through the very soil we're on. My hazmat-protected hand reaches up to the heavens. A gesture of peace. In return, a faraway clap of thunder makes me jump. I land in a sitting position. The fishing supplies around me shake a jostle eagerly. All their containers are cracked or splintered, depending on the material. This is exciting, I can almost hear them whisper, we've never been on an adventure before.The road is bumpy and uneven. The...
Everyone is working. The clacking of keyboards fills my ears with a dullness I can’t seem to get rid of, though I’ve tried for years. It makes the whole world a tiny place. The feeling minimizes your vision, until the only thing you see is smudges and blurry lines where people are. All the faces melt together, creating dead eyes and sad lips; curled together in an expression of indifference. Emotion is where they get you. Morale hasn’t been a concern of ours for a long time. A fake smile -stretching and painful -is the only thing I can ma...
the sky darkens. An inky-black colour stretches across the sky, like the tentacles of an octopus. Pedestrian's faces are half covered by the edges of umbrellas. The splashes of boots hitting puddles rings in the air. I hover at a crosswalk. My hands are numb from the relentless tears falling from the sky. Sometimes I wonder if the earth itself gets sad sometimes. Discrimination. Global warming. The last airbender movie. These are things worth bawling over. The light changes from a red hand to a white person walking. Along with a doze...
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