#20: Quite the Character
Between 1887 and 1927, Sherlock Holmes appeared in a total of four novels and 56 short stories penned by Arthur Conan Doyle. Since then, the stories have been adapted countless times, earning Holmes a Guinness World Record for "most portrayed movie character." And while Doyle's mysteries were widely lauded, it was the character of Holmes that had readers coming back time and again.
This week, your challenge is to write a story that highlights a single character. The premise is up to you — just give us some small understanding of this character by the end of the story.
This week's prompts
Write a story about a character experiencing anxiety.
Character – 84 stories
Write a story about a character who would be described above all else as "logical."
Character – 32 stories
Write a story about a day in the life of a mother.
Narrative – 55 stories
“Chasing Foxes” by Waverley Stark
You walk down halls that are silent, the only sound the click of your footsteps. The halls are silent because you made them silent. You and your rising career. It’s quite still. It feels as though the whole building is holding its breath just for its master. You smirk at the thought.
“That 'Good' True Love” by Tiffy H
Love will make you do crazy things, the craziest things. And if you have never had true love before, it can be scary when you finally have it. I did not want to worry about our love; I did not want to panic about losing her, but the thoughts of her leaving me just kept entering my head, making me scared. I panicked. I did the only thing I could think to do to keep our love going. Well, to be honest, we did not have a love at first. It was just me fantasizing about her. I remember how we met. I worked at a company called The Se...
“One Bad Day” by Najwa Zandlo
Life is defined by a series of connected memorable moments. It doesn’t seem that way sometimes. It’s easy to believe that major life events happen independent of each other, with no correlation or lines to connect them to each other. It’s easy to create individual mountains, neglecting the entire range. However, I’ve learned that they’re all connected; the moment I learned to ride a bike, the day my parents told me they were getting a divorce, the night I lost my virginity, the morning I opened my acceptance letter to college, the day I ...
“Rainey” by Christopher G
Rainey I know people say that becoming a mother changes you, but I really haven’t changed all that much. All the bridges I’ve built upon the years have been charred to a crisp. My recent ex-boyfriend finally had enough of my antics, as he referred to them. I call them the enigma of human emotions. So, what that I lit his clothes on fire and broke his guitar because I found him talking to another woman who isn’t me. But I had to suppress any emotions I had about our squabbl...
“The Big Book.” by Rima ElBoustani
I live inside my little world, where knowledge is imbibed, inscribed from alchemist to man, and I read my big Book of Human Bodies with a keen and able heart. I glance at the pages, as my childhood companion turns them over, one by one. The crisp, clean paper makes noiseless progress as it evokes efficiency and imparts the knowledge printed on its white pages. I’m eager for every word I read. I especially love those pages ripe with information on the body and on medicine. We pore over the text, chatting as we do. There are ima...
“Heaven is under mothers' feet” by Ariga Arkian
She didn't want to get up, but she had too. All the dishes were piled up since last night. No one had touched them. She folded up her long sleeves and turn the warm water on. The warmness of the water was tickling her acing hands. She had washed her older daughter’s knitwear sweaters by hand yesterday. The water was becoming too hot when the kettle started boiling. She turned off the oven. The youngest entered: Hey mom.-Hey sweety. Sleep well?...
“Knots” by Adriana K. Maxwell
He is good with knots. Not tying words together, not putting them so they make sense, not connecting people, nothing figurative or important. But he’s good at knots and string. He makes loops, pulls string through, tightens. Words come thick and fouled like retching molasses.She is looking at him again, tapping her fingers. He knows she is going to call his name.He makes another loop, grasps the string, feeds the end through, pulls it, tightens.When he was young, he was the first to l...
“Another five hours” by Marte Van Der Linden
The world is ending tonight but it’s no big deal. The clock on the wall says we have five hours until the nuclear warhead detonates. It’s currently lodged near the magma chamber of a super volcano. The explosion will result in a crater the size of a continent. Next, a cloud of flammable gases and particles will engulf the atmosphere. It will ignite a few minutes later. The final result will be like the earth turning itself inside out and catching fire. If you’re a doomsday prepper with a bunker under your house - congratulations, you migh...
“Reunion Anxiety” by John K Adams
“What are you doing here?”“Hi, Mom! It’s been a while…”“Well, you’re here now. Come in. You’re letting out all the dust.”Maybelle stepped aside and opened the door for Tom to enter. She offered her cheek for him to kiss. The house had the smell of home. ‘Only here,’ Tom thought. ‘It never changes....
“The Adventures of Malachi Norton: A Matter of Vengeance” by Lee Kull
There are many fine mysteries I have observed Malachi Norton solve over the many years I have known him. I chronicled several of those cases as you may recall; changing names and places with due respect to the wishes of those concerned, of course. Never a man have I encountered with more formidable mental powers than he, and he never ceased to astonish me with his skills of observation and deduction.He maintained a practice as a private detective for over a decade, and quite successfully I might add. I, as his friend and colleague,...
“Free Nehal” by Waverley Stark
The first day on campus is a happy one, full of smiles and prophecies of what is to come. Roommates greet and hug, and friends meet one another again cheerfully. There are groups and clubs parked on the lawn, shouting to join this acapella crowd, or the writer’s gang, or the DJ booth. Professors come out to greet the parents in their tweed jackets. The students themselves wander around in awe.
“Mummy-in-hiding” by Suzanne Kiraly
"Mummy, where are you?" my five-year-old whines. I lay low, silently guarding my sanity within the confines of the toilet, a secret place in which they never think to look for me. I am not sure why? Perhaps they can't imagine that mothers ever use the toilet. A bit like the queen never farting, I suspect.I hold my breath as my toddler passes by. I can see the shadow of his footsteps under the toilet door. Just a few more minutes of solitude. That's not a lot to ask, is it? "Muuummmyyyy..." the voice is insistent...
“A Case Study” by Kyle Johnson
Alexander R. Turkington. “The Turk.” I remember him. When I was a middle school boy, saying the name––those two simple syllables––was enough to evoke awe in our Southern neighborhood. The town was home to the University of Kentucky, and a hunger for national titles manifested itself in the prospect of cultivating a local high school player who would be sent into the powerful, lucrative machine of college basketball. In addition, ours and surrounding counties contained the feeder schools responsib...
“The Lonely Hermit ” by Kaysie Davis
June 21, 2020 I think I am the only person left alive. Maybe just in my city, it could also be that I am the last person alive in the world. I have decided that I am going to make a record of what happened. How the world came to an end. Maybe this is just so I don’t go crazy from loneliness, perhaps it is for other people that might still be alive and will find these journals someday. My name is Olivia Reid. I worked at home as a website designer. I never would have thought that being a hermit would have helped save my life...
“The Problem with Eyes” by Clementine Beck
Once you begin to strip off, everything becomes okay. You do it systematically, layer by layer: first the cashmere sweater, brown and low-hanging; then the black cotton jeans that hug your skinny legs and always, always feel just cool enough against your skin. After that, off come all parts of your underwear, and the knee-high woolly socks. There. You pull a thermometer out of the bathtub. Thirty-eight degrees? You decide it’s perfect for today. Steam is tickling you face, just the way you like it. The surface of the water is almos...
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Title: At Home
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