End your story with a character saying “Thank you, God. Thanks an awful lot.” (sarcastically or not).
Posted in Dialogue on Oct 25, 2022
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“Sleep Through Your Alarms” by Nova MJ
WARNING: mentions of death He doesn’t really remember much of that night. Bits and pieces come back to him while he sleeps; they float through his dreams with piercing clarity, waking him to an erratic heartbeat and salt stained sheets. Some things are clear, and he remembers them so vividly that he feels as though he’s reliving them. Some things are blurry, and ...
“A Family of Our Own” by Kimberly Close
She found him in bed, covers drawn over his head in an attempt to block out the world. To try and clear his mind.It happened every time he called home. Harris loved his mother, but each and every call, Ramona let it be known that she was displeased with his choice of spouse. That the witch he married would corrupt him, drag her baby boy screaming off the straight and narrow his life had been so perfectly set on.Anya didn’t know why he bothered calling at all when he knew how it would end. His mother had turned the rest of th...
“The CheKa” by Ron French
T he frightening news arrives that Lenin's dreaded secret police, the CheKa are in the area, searching for the Dyachenko family. For Bohdan Dyachenko to know that the CheKa is now hunting specifically for him, not just any bourgeois, is terrifying. It is equally worrying for the villagers, who realise that their risk is greater than before, as the CheKa must have i...
“Eternity” by Jean Lagacé
"Are you there God? It's me." When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the semi darkness and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. Why was God so near t...
“The Cabin ” by Harriett Ford
The CabinThe afternoon drifted into the ravine like a cat on little fog feet. Yeah, I know, the Sandburg metaphor is reversed. However, the storm soon followed on the sharp claws of a ravening wolf.Lightning glinted like steely teeth visible in the wind-whipped mouths of darkening clouds. My English lit teacher says I’m good at figurative language.It was time to dive for shelter, and ...
“Son of the Eagle” by Paul Brown
Son of the Eagle.Garrick is freezing, his breath frosting in the tiny compartment. Why did I agree to this he thinks frowning, oh yeah it was his bright idea, nice one dumbass? Infiltration being his specialisation or just something he is generally good at usually, but it was a crazy idea, which might be a more appropriate term for his little adventure at this precise moment. Is he losing consciousness again? He stumbles the few centimetres into the cold metal wall in front of him with a dull thud, wincing at th...
“Lost Day” by Hazel Clemmons
“Elise Bennit!” Her voice calmly trailed off as I looked up to see my professor looking at me with a glaring intent, in her icy blue eyes shielded by her Marie Claire eyeglasses that perfectly rested upon her curved nasal bridge that held the slightest constellation of freckles “Have you been listening?” my eyes darted over to the board to see what's written, “Yes ma’am, the gravitational orbit of the moon pulls and pu...
“Mother's love” by Sunshine PerlerBeads
The heat pouring on my skin as my bare feet walk against the rough rocky road. “How much longer?!” My little redhead sister says. Her red hair comes from the genes of my mother but I and my dad have silky brown hair that looks like melted chocolate rolling down your back. “Almost,” I tug on her hand as I see she is falling behind “a mile more.” She sighs as I wish I could but dad says to stay strong around my sister j...
“Ghost from the past” by Darko Maric
In the background an open door, with a perspective on several open and lighted balconies Green room with blue brocade furniture from the eighties. To the right is a terrace, separated from the stage by a glass door. On the walls of the green room are about 5 portraits of my mother, an antique wardrobe and a table. On the terrace there are flowers, bamboo and straw furniture with two umbrel...
“Thank you God, thanks an awful lot.” by Professor Alan Dale Dickinson
THANK YOU, GOD. THANKS’ AN AWFUL LOT! Professor Alan Dale Dickinson (Copyrighted) Thank you, God. Thanks’ an awful lot! Oh, for what am I so profusely thanking you for, asked the Lord? Well let me ponder that enormous, and qu...
“A Buck Fifty” by Valerie Vince
When Kim tells me her dad died that morning, the inside of my head clangs like a church bell. This is our very first phone call, and for a second, I don’t recognize her voice or her name. I sit down on the side of the bed in my parents’ bedroom, and I kind of grow up in that moment. Thanks a lot, God. When I woke up this morning, I said to myself: gee, I hope I grow up today.This is so typical of me, taking the floor when Kim has just told me her dad died this morning. Seriously Angie, drop the daz...
“The time where I almost failed” by Wayne Steele
“Oh God, what am I going to do?” I mutter to myself, papers soaked with tears strewn across my desk, several cups of coffee thrown half-hazardly, some empty, some still full and cold. I looked at a nearby clock. The time was six o'clock. The moon was dipping in the west, getting ready for bed as the sun was getting ready to go to work. The sky looked like a dancing fire with a mix of orange, yellow and red. The birds s...
“The Cheerleader” by Kristine Bone
The Cheerleader Caroline frowned and took a deep breath. She slowly approached the front door of The Gardens. What an inappropriate name! Where were the gardens? She approached the nurses station ahead. At least these folks didn't wear the white garb anymore. The nurses and aides all were dressed in scrubs with various pretty patterns and colors. Maybe it wouldn't seem so much like a hospital a...
“And He doesn't say a damn thing about death ” by Brynnah Glas
God and I have been through an awful lot. From the hopeful beginnings of a child drawing angels on the walls to the disappointing lows of heartbroken cursing God to hell, we’ve been through it all. Or, at least, I thought we had. That was until I experienced my first death. That’s a first no one prepares you for, not even God. Think about it. People talk about how much joy and pain you’ll feel with you...
“The Best Crash Ever” by Caitlin Rooney
The old, beat-up black sedan cuts right in front of the silver SUV in front of our bus. The SUV slams into the back of the sedan, sending it flying off the side of the highway and smack into a huge oak tree. The SUV spins out and lands in the next lane over, facing the wrong direction. I see the whole thing from my almost-at-the-front seat. We have to stop. There's no choice, with both of ...
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