Write about a character learning to trust their intuition.

Posted in Character on Oct 26, 2022

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“God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut” by Rowland Grover

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Many years ago, I lived in Thailand. Instead of becoming closer to my heritage, I was a missionary trying to teach people about Jesus. Most people didn’t want to listen because they were happy being Buddhist, so we had to find creative ways to get them to hear our message. “Creative” often meant being sneaky, deceitful, and dishonest, but it was a necessary evil because we had souls to save. Every Tuesday evening, we held a free English class at the church. The only cost was sitting through a five-minute talk about Jesus and the Mormon relig...

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“Mother May I” by Noelle C. Lee

Submitted to Contest #127

Atop the long staircase she would stand with her silky robe tied tightly at her waist. Holding the banister securely always concerned about falling or tripping with sleepy eyes and wide yawns, she slowly descends. Clunking hard down each step. One by one the sound etched into my memory. The oak rail was finished with a shiny coating allowing the beauty of the natural wood to peer through. The steps covered in movie theatre bold carpeting, the grand centerpiece of the home. I ran all the way home with a puppy in hand. Rocky was just...

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“Viscera and Vicissitude” by Rob Ryter

Submitted to Contest #127

Monday lunchtime Hector Bullivant wiped greasy lips and chin on the starched linen serviette he had just freed from between his ample paunch and his broad lap. The foie gras had been more than usually rich today. That was fitting, because Hector Bullivant was a more than usually rich man. One who could afford to lunch at the Savoy five times a week. Today’s crypto deal had netted him a seven figure sum by his morning coffee break and prompted him to order the insanely expensive wine. Across the table, Julian Lloyd sat back and sipped his gl...

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“What Else is Going On” by Marty B

Submitted to Contest #127

The buzzing in my body was getting louder, what was coming was big. I clenched the steering wheel tighter, I had to be ready. I was driving slowly, hunched over, looking around at the quiet tree-lined street. The last time I had this buzzing sensation I was fired from my job. The anticipation was like a thick cloud, what did it mean? Trying to find a safe place to park, I scanned the street, looking for a spot where I could see all of my surroundings. I rationally knew it did not matter. Where I park my car is n...

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“Yela and Hunch” by Harlow Jones

Submitted to Contest #127

“Yela?” A woman in black business slacks and teal silk top looked at me.“Yes?”“You can follow me.” So I did. We left the testing room of plain walls and hard chairs. As she introduced herself as a nameless director, she led me through wandering hallways. We had been walking through this maze for ten minutes, when we arrived at two wooden doors and she said, “Welcome to the Gut Camp!” I followed her past the gates four times my height and was greeted with a garden of trees, flowers, rocks, birds, butterflies, and ponds. Somehow when the doors...

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“Coming Out” by David Trapanese

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Coming Out I sat in a partial front split, my hands white knuckling a pair of foam blocks–my feet trying in vain to grip the sweat soaked yoga mat. My legs shook like I was approaching the electric chair as my ass dropped that much closer to the floor. The reptilian side of my brain, the side that causes a sane man to recoil at the sight of a colorful snake, pleaded with me to recognize my limits. I consciously shunned this innate wisdom, choosing instead to listen to the yoga instructor Crystal who told me to “breathe”. “Your form looks ...

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“The Unpaved Road ” by FabWritesStuff -

Submitted to Contest #127

All her life Sylvia had lived for others, and not for herself. Since the moment she could walk her life had been neatly laid out for her, like a checklist that only served to taunt and restrain her. She had to work hard so she could get good grades and go to a good college and then go to an even better one for grad school. All the while she would save up money from little part-time jobs here and there while balancing other volunteer activities so that she could grow into a well rounded person. All this so she could make her family p...

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“The Black Rabid” by Della Killeen

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The black rabbit showed up in their back yard the same week that the family of Gambel’s Quail started their tentative outings from the back gate to the lavender bush and from there to the safety of the wall on the west side. The Quail’s plumage, bobbing upright on their heads, like an ornate legionnaire’s plume or that of a Swiss Guard, gave them a slightly pompous look. Gambel’s Quail spend most of their time foraging on the dry ground leaving them especially vulnerable to cats, coyotes and raptors. They are amongst the first to call out ea...

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“Peyton Runs” by Tanya Humphreys

Submitted to Contest #127

Peyton blamed herself for the predicament she was in. Had she trusted her gut feeling, she would not be now running for her life. She sensed someone running alongside of her, that someone called to her, “Peyton!”Intuition screamed ‘Keep running you fool!’ She would never doubt her intuition again if she got out of this alive. She recognized the voice of Cerci, the only other black female of the twenty people running for their lives. Individually, they were called ‘Runners’, collectively, ‘Running Game’. Mostly t...

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“Guiding Voices” by Bernadette Beauchamp

Submitted to Contest #127

Dark, full clouds blanketed the sky, giving the street a somber personality. It did not help Oscar determine if his sister was feeling okay from his position on the street. Silent phone calls and silent texts were giving him no clues and it seemed as if the only way to get an answer was stop acting like her younger brother, ignore the lack of an invite and go inside. A couple of heavy knocks with no answer and his concern was starting to turn to fear. No more hesitation, it was time to use the spare key. "Lexi?" his voice was timid in the do...

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“Rafters” by Halle Schaffer

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Anna does her makeup in the rafters. She dabs her brush in the creamy white paint, slathering it on in fat globs. Once, back when she hid in her parents’ long shadows, she was given the luxury of a mirror. Now, though, her hands paint her face’s canvas so much the movements become ingrained within her, muscle memory. The circus, after all, has no private dressing room. This would be the best she could do. Her reputation had to be kept in pristine condition; they couldn’t know that she was human. It would spoil the act. Its magic.Be...

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“I Smell a Rat” by Hritesh Mishra

Submitted to Contest #127

I ring the doorbell of Maddy’s flat. Madhav Shinde, or Maddy, has been my neighbor ever since I and Isha, my girlfriend, moved here to Sunrise Apartments a month ago. He works as a software consultant and lives alone. Whenever home, he is particularly nosy about things going on at his adjacent flat.I wipe off the beads of sweat on my forehead.“Hi Roy,” Maddy greets as he opens the door. He seems a bit taller than usual. He is five foot three on a tall day.“Hi. Can I use your phone? I can't find mine.”“Sure,” he holds his trouser with one han...

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Write about a character learning to trust their intuition.

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✍️ 27 stories

“God Sucker-Punched Me in the Gut” by Rowland Grover

“Mother May I” by Noelle C. Lee

“Viscera and Vicissitude” by Rob Ryter

“What Else is Going On” by Marty B

“Yela and Hunch” by Harlow Jones

“Coming Out” by David Trapanese

“The Unpaved Road ” by FabWritesStuff -

“The Black Rabid” by Della Killeen

“Peyton Runs” by Tanya Humphreys

“Guiding Voices” by Bernadette Beauchamp

“Rafters” by Halle Schaffer

“I Smell a Rat” by Hritesh Mishra

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Your character makes a living faking psychic powers. One morning, they wake up with real ones.

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