Start your story with a character struggling to remember the date, because every day is like the last one.
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“Amidst the Ache” by Favour Ori
In an attempt to shield her face from the rays of the rising sun that crept through her curtains and threatens to drag her back to reality, she rolled on her tummy with eyes shot and franticly perused the bed with her right hand in order to get hold of the duvet. On reaching it, she sadly hears her alarm clock wailing. “Don’t tell me its 9.00am already, I barely had enough sleep.” she said as she stretched her hand towards the bedside table on her left and turned off the alarm. Exactly three minute after she closed her ey...
“THE PALE BOX” by Cole Lane
Dear Diary, it's me again, Cassandra Jiro, living day eight in isolation.At least I think that's how many it's been? Without a clock or calendar and no way to leave, I can't be sure. All I have is the ceiling illumination as morning arrives, and fading again as night falls.All things considered, I'm doing well. I have food, filtered water, and clean air. My home is a hermetically sealed refuge from the world, but I miss being connected to the Central-Net, that damn virus shut down everything.
“A New-Build” by Janey Finch
Darkness settles over the city. The sun has an ego tonight, for the moon tries to come out of hiding, but scarcely more than a sliver is visible. The traffic lights appear frozen as red lights illuminate the sky. Wind howls through the streets, producing a high-pitched whistle. People try walking against the current, but it’s too strong for many try taking shelter in cars. There are a few buildings on the left-hand side of the street; broken down with cloth for windows. On the right side are new-builds, nearly completed. In one such apart...
“White Room (Part 2)” by Trinity Womack
Time doesn’t seem to exist in this horrible room. Yet, I am aware that time is moving somewhere far away. I don’t know what it is like outside of this room. In fact, I do not know if anything lies beyond this room. But that’s not entirely true, I do know that there is a different reality beyond this white prison—the sounds I hear are proof of that—I just don’t know how to get there. I am bound to this roo...
“Dear Diary” by Vanessa Queens
1) Dear Diary, First of all, give me some seconds, as I want to type in today’s date; it is impossible without looking at the bottom right corner of my computer screen. 7th February 2021. I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be doing the same thing. And the day after tomorrow, and so on. It has become a tough task to remember the date ...
“The Monster in My Basement” by J.S. Johnston
It’s Tuesday. It must be Tuesday. It has to be. I’ve been down here, hiding from her for… How long has it been? Five, six… For months, now. If she finds me, she’ll kill me. She’s starving. Her teeth are as sharp as any Doberman’s. Her claws can tear flesh from bone. I have to keep hiding if I want to outlast her. I can. Every day, I come to this room and make a mark on the wall, right here. At least, I...
“A Dream of Stone” by Lizzy Duffield-Fuller
My nose itches. It has itched for about a decade now I would guess, though I'm not entirely sure. There is no date here. The itching comes in fits and spurts. Sometimes it is barely more than a slight tickle, sometimes it is an agony of prickling and the only thought screaming through my mind is scratchscratchscratch in one long litany, the syllables blurring into one another until it no longer makes a cohesive word but is just a song of constant consonants streaming through my mind and I think I am going...
“2 Weeks” by Pippin Took
I sit in my room, rubbing my temples. I look around, sighing. The room is nicely decorated. Dark green bedspread; matching rug. Nice paintings. Dresser. Desk. The sky outside is partly shielded by the green curtains I put up 2 years ago. A discarded surgeon’s mask lies in the garbage can I haven’t emptied in months. I haven’t talked to a human being in months. Almost a year ago, when I should have been ...
“GERALD” by John Del Rio
Gerald looked confused; it was a look that often crossed his coarse features. Teague told him; “I said that they took Pet from her, not that they took her pet.” This had admittedly confused Gerald because Teague seemed to be contradicting himself. It wasn’t Gerald’s fault if the other man sometimes didn’t make no sense. Gerald had gone on to comment about various sorts o...
“The Last Letter” by R. E. Dressler
Dear Humans, I don’t know where to begin. I’m sure everyone is wondering how I arrived on death row. Ironically, I’m glad to have finally made it here. I’ve spent countless days being transported from facility to facility. Jail cell to jail cell. The days spent here are one big blur. It’s rather funny, in fact, that you humans use this concept of time, breaking it down into days, hours, minutes, and eve...
“Tara” by Howard Seeley
Tara woke up in a dark room. “Where am I?” As she sat up on the side of the bed, a motion detector turned on the light. She looked around at the unfamiliar quarters. “Where am I?” she asked again. She looked at the clock on the bed stand. It was 7:30AM. What time did I go to sleep last night? It was all a blur, to her. The urge to pee was strong, so she found the bathroom to relieve herself. <...
“Day of the Week” by Denlara Watts
Wake up. Take your pills. Turn on your console and disappear into your video games. Eventually remember to eat something. Finally go to bed and sleep. Repeat. I don’t even know what day of the week it is anymore. It’s been so long since I shut myself away in lock down that I’ve stopped really even keeping track. Sometimes, like today, I do wonder what day of the week it is, just to know. It used to be so easy to keep tr...
“Disease and Distraction” by Diana Quill
Living is a concept, a general word for being, breathing, and beating with your soul, lungs, and heart. The brain is of course involved with the processes of all of these, as well as every other wonderful, terrible, pleasurable, painful aspect of life. Living is being, as in being alive. In this way I suppose I, too, am living, because I am a being, I am breat...
“My illusion” by Naduni De Silva
I could hear someone trying to break the wall from outside. Some idiot must’ve thought that they can possible break this damn building. I have tried it myself for countless times and every try becomes more and more tiring. Cursing out loud I got up from my bed. I opened my eyes to complete darkness and staggering along the way with all the garbage I found the light and switched it on. Scratching my head, I looked around ...
“Over And Over Again” by Isabelle Saadatmand
Breathe in, breathe out. Count to ten. Don’t worry about the outside world. When the world gets blurry, they tell us the same things, over and over again. I’ve tried to count the days since my parents put me here, but it seems impossible. When they dropped me off, it was January 6th, or maybe the 8th? And it’s been 5 weeks, I think. “What’s the date?!” Emma, my roommate, screams. “I need to know what day it ...
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