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Write a story about someone who’s extremely impulsive — or extremely indecisive.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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Yes! NO! Yes!

Submitted to Contest #95

“I'm not indecisive! I just don’t know what I want!”  Beth’s friends burst out laughing trying to drown their guffaws within the contents of their cocktails. They’d known each other for nearly 20 years, since primary school, so the idea their friend would not tie herself in knots over the smallest decision was borderline science fiction.   “Bee, some people are determined and focused and know what they want at every possible turn… and some are not,” smirked Jess, Beth’s bestest and most longest suffering of...

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All My Stars II

Submitted to Contest #95

Liam Even before my imprudent boy broke my wings, I was having a rotten day. Mortals do not understand how overwhelmingly boring being an angel is. And a guardian angel at that. There is only yourself, infinity, the occasional card game with the other angels, oh and watching out for your mortal.   And in this case, a pair of broken wings.  We crash into the ground, and I feel my celestial body shrinking as it adapts to the mortal world.  It is a bloody nuisance, that. My human body is practically like my celestial body bu...

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Aboulomania

Submitted to Contest #95

(Content Warning: violence, and a lot of insanity)I can’t believe I’m finally ready to tell Doctor Regal my deepest darkest secret. I tap my toes impatiently inside my brown Kingston shoes and twiddle my fingers. Maybe I should have gone with the black ones instead. I think they would have matched my brown skirt a lot better. My belt is black, so black shoes would have been the better choice. Why did I choose the brown shoes? Damn this indecisiveness! I’ll just have to accept the fact that I look tacky today. At least my shirt is p...

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John only 'likes' his house

Submitted to Contest #95

It wasn’t unknown that John had a certain despondence about him during the winter. It sunk slowly into his heart in September and only truly lifted in mid-march. Like an ever present shadow in his head, it made him moody to say the least. The kind of moody you lost hours in. How he decided that a night shift would help was beyond him. But he felt like he was getting better, it was edging into the time of year when he could really think again. When he got back into his seasonal work. Finally having a home even just to wallow in was enjoyable,...

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The Mulberry Memory

Shortlisted for Contest #95 ⭐️

Content warning: addiction, drug use, violence, sexual abuse, child abuse   Danny’s been a good boy for a long time. He’s cut back on red meat, only buys organic, and never drinks soda. He exercises regularly, presses his clothes, takes two showers a day, and shows up on time for everything. His coworkers know him as a reliable team player who cleans the coffee machine. Danny treats himself and others with respect; he smiles and holds office, elevator, building, and car doors. He’s patient. He talks to people in every department, even t...

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Eyes Made of Fire

Submitted to Contest #95

Asher knelt in the remains of his house. The sky was darkening, and he pulled out his flashlight to see the crumbling walls of the place he used to live. It had deteriorated almost to the point of unrecognition, but he knew where it was. How many times had he trudged up the inclining driveway, had run through the neighborhood in childhood glee? The hazy glow of his formative years all took place here, and now it was all gone. His flashlight illuminated the skeleton of a table, where he had fallen and hit his head on when he was four. He was ...

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Situation 19

Submitted to Contest #95

[Content warning. A naughty clown and some swearing]EXT. AERIAL SHOT: CEMETERY – NIGHTDense fog rolls through a decrepit cemetery, the tombstonesjutting from the earth like rotten teeth. An owl hoots in thedistance, but otherwise an otherworldly silence envelops the graveyard.EXT. CEMETERY – NIGHTA large black raven perches on a grey tombstone, the full moonrising behind him. Below his grimy claws, the inscription:Johann Herz1966 - 2021Son of a bitchThe TINKLING of old-timey player piano, faintly at first,then louder. It's playing Julius Fuc...

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The Dragon Races- Part 28

Submitted to Contest #95

"Fine." Everlys looked around. She met Therin's eyes, jumping to Eriene, Jen, and finally Alaric before glancing back at the Sinistrian."Fine, then. Raya doesn't love you. But I assume that you care at least a bit for the rest of us, considering that we're all stuck here and need each other to get out of whatever and wherever this place is." She gestured down the tunnel, back in the direction of the place where someone had fallen at her hand. "We can either go forward or back to the cave with three dead people. Choose."Eriene ducked bac...

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The Knitty Gritty

Submitted to Contest #95

The racket that comes from someone arriving home fills the halls of the apartment building. A combination of shouts of joy and the jangle of collars from the dogs follow me to the kitchen as I just manage to get the groceries on the counter-top. "Mama, I'm home!" It takes me a second but I soon spot mama in the living room. She sees me. "Hey there, Liz!" My mother lays spread out on the sofa, her left leg tenderly resting across the couch in its cast. Mama's been crashing my place for a bit before she gets back on her feet (no pun intended)....

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Pure-Recharge and Prenatal

Shortlisted for Contest #95 ⭐️

"Okay, I'm ready, ma'am," she said. The young customer tucked her dirty blonde hair behind her multi-pierced ear. She sported some bleached jeans with a black 'Nirvana' T-shirt. Her bangs rested heavy on her blue eyes. Her eye makeup, with its bright greens and yellows, seemed to have been based on a millennial's YouTube tutorial video.Alex appreciated the three day old disposable mask that hid the tightness of her lips even if it cut off her oxygen supply by about forty-seven percent. To keep up her excellent customer service, Alex only had...

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Are you impulsive or indecisive?

Submitted to Contest #95

Imagine you are standing at the counter at your favorite ice cream parlor. Your eyes light up at the sight of all the many different ice cream flavors and the seemingly endless possible combinations of flavors; you are thinking of the joy when you will soon experience when you take the first lick off the cone. But wait, you still have to decide what flavor, what size, sprinkles or no sprinkles, regular or waffle cone, or maybe even a cup instead (you are wearing your favorite top, and you would hate to get ice cream all over it when it drips...

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The All Day Breakfast

Submitted to Contest #95

“I’m going to have my lunch,” said Ralph, searching through the kitchen cupboards for the egg box. “Dorothy always had our lunch ready for twelve.” He’s a bit late today, which is fine; however, since you passed away, his whole routine has gone awry. #In your absence, there was no one to remind him about chores that needed completing. Ralph had no pressure to be punctual. Now he was cooking for one. Somewhere around midday would be just fine for his lunch. A little snack he could prepare in five minutes suited him best. There wasn’...

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The Predicament

Submitted to Contest #95

Idabelle Nibley had spent her twenty-one years ignorant of the world around her.   Which most certainly bothered some people, the doll in the green dress on her shelf to name one.   She called herself Parrot, for she had overheard Idabelle bragging to a friend about the gift her sea-faring father was to bring back to her and thought the word was simply splendid. She had no idea what a Parrot was, of course, but thought that if Mr Nibley had anything to do with it, it had to be perfect.   Idabelle ...

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The Things Me Head Made me Do

Submitted to Contest #95

TRIGGER WARNING: IMPULSIVE THOUGHTS, BLOOD, SELF HARM, , MENTAL ILLNESS REFERENCES, HOSPITALS My legs are gone. Eliza's eyes open to the thought. The static white ceiling, positioned in squares. The static noise, coming from each endless buzz. The static air, cold and pressing. Holding her in place, holding the blanket to skin and the lip between teeth and- “Let go” Ignoring. Eliza bites harder, the thought coming louder now, my legs are gone my legs are gone my legs are- “I said-” Eliza tastes copper as Blair's head appears above, her sho...

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Leap of Faith

Submitted to Contest #95

Unlike my sister, Stella, my magic didn’t show itself until I was almost a teenager. From the time that she was three and I was five, until Halloween of my twelfth year, I’d assumed I was like my older brother, my twenty-two older cousins, and my mother and her seven siblings: ordinary. Whatever magical DNA had made my ancestors witches and mages and healers had dwindled over the centuries until it was my great-great grandmother, Dorothea, her youngest granddaughter (my grandma), Lila, and her youngest granddaughter, Stella. We were still ra...

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