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Write a story about an ordinary day in a person's life. Use their internal dialogue to make the story interesting.

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 26, 2022

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Brave

Submitted to Contest #3

I sit, very still. If I stand up, then they will see me. If I move to the sides, the thorns will prick me. Either way, I'm going to die. I don't struggle, not anymore. I've learnt that struggling is bad.Bad, bad, bad. They laugh at you when you struggle, just like they did when I first came here.Bad, bad, bad.I shudder.My throat burns, more than ever. It feels as though a ball of fire has gone through it. I've never had a ball of fire go through my throat before. But they won't be afraid to do it.They're not afraid. They're never afraid. Not...

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Write a story about an ordinary day in a person’s life. Use their internal dialogue to make the story interesting.

Submitted to Contest #3

5.30 a.m. I wake up with a start. Groggily I reach out for my phone and hastily check Skype to see if there are any messages from Brian – my long distance partner of two decades who I have never met. Yes, you heard me right. Ours is one of those stories most people find it difficult to believe. We had met online in 2004. And it was love at first chat and have never looked back ever since. Strangely enough, he is more real to me than the people I interact with every day. So I can safely conclude that in this age of changing partners like clot...

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Nodding with Angling Piers

Submitted to Contest #3

“If you get bites, then I’ll get bites. If we get bites, then they’ll get bites,” explains the exuberant, graceless, and most-likely inebriated Jeremy Holden. Jeremy is the man who immediately assigned himself as mentor to my friend and debutant fisherman Jayme Tauzer when she, my sister Steph, and I first sauntered toward Eckly Pier on the Carquinez Straight in Crockett, CA some twenty minutes ago.Another, much older man, whose name I hadn’t caught, sitting cross-legged on a wooden bench fixed to the pier, diverts his attention from what so...

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An Ordinary Day of a Military Wife

Submitted to Contest #3

“Mommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyy!” Is it six thirty already? Maybe if I pretend to stay asleep and ignore her, I could get in another ten minutes at the max! The door opened and a blonde headed, high pitched voice, little person walked in. Well to be fair, like I really expected that to work? Alright put on a happy face. “Mommy, mommy, are you up?” “I am! Hey sweet girl, come in here and snuggle with me!” “Okay!” She is getting so big! How is she four years old already? I’ll just stay here, snuggle her forever and maybe she won’t get any bigger. The ...

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Night Owls

Submitted to Contest #3

She woke up not knowing where she was again. Upon a brief glance around the room, she remembered she had slept over and was in his bed. It was still dark out, they had fallen asleep in each other's arms, now they were sleeping with their backs to one another. He always had a distant feel to Jessie. He wasn't clingy, he was great in bed, and he had a calmness about his temperament. It made him not stressful to be around. Most of the time, he was able to soothe Jessie's anxious nature just by being around. But tonight it obviously hadn't work...

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"Minefields- A Walk with OCD"

Submitted to Contest #3

I check the lock of the door once on the inside and then again when I step outside. Once I step onto the concrete path, I turn right and walk until I reach the main sidewalk. Turn left to go for either a typical walk, to take the 22 Clark bus or the Metra train, to go to my girlfriend’s house, or to get a donut or ice cream. Turn right to go to either the grocer’s, Warren Park, my best friend’s house, or for an atypical, rearward walk. Today, I think I will take a typical walk. Turn left. Two steps in the first sidewalk square, then thr...

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An Excursion

Submitted to Contest #3

Opening my eyes in the morning, my body feels like a log. Neither do I enjoy getting up from my lying down position nor do I want to go on lying down. Being a log in the bed is not particularly pleasant. I bring myself up and scratch out of bed, my every muscle and joint creaking. These days, brushing my teeth is never a must, early in the morning. It has become an elective job. A bowl of mushy, semiliquid, yellow masala oats with preserved carrots and hard semi cooked peas is placed in front of me, I feel like throwing it in the bin. Why do...

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JOURNAL OF A BLACK WOMAN

Submitted to Contest #3

   JOURNAL OF A BLACK WOMANIt’s the second week of my paediatric rotation and my final year in medical school. I’m beside myself with joy as I remember I’ll soon be done with this seemingly endless routine. I’m exhausted. I don’t remember a time I wasn’t. I look at the wall clock above my bed. It is 6’oclock already. I was up till 3am in the morning finishing my research work and final year project. It was due for submission and I was behind schedule. This is one reason I feel elated whenever I think I’ll b...

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The Office

Submitted to Contest #3

 Wednesday afternoon, an hour to quitting time and I was stuck having the most boring conversation with one of my co-workers. His name was Rick and he worked in the accounting department, that is all I knew about him and frankly, that is all I needed to know.All I wanted was some water, that was all. I didn't want to start a conversation about televisions but good ol' Rick decided that he would choose what I wanted this afternoon."The funny thing about owning a TV that large is that everyone wants to watch everything on i...

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Me, Myself and I

Submitted to Contest #3

I looked past the Chatty Kathy’s of the office’s breakroom and pondered getting a cup of coffee.               Maybe… This word lingered as I looked at the coffee pot sitting still as a stone on its marble countertop. It seemed to have a staring contest with me as it just, well, sat there on the base of its coffee pot machine.                   “Having a staring contest with the ...

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A Typical Day In The Life of Ella Dunn

Submitted to Contest #3

I'm not sure why I woke up so early that morning. Maybe it was my sister, bouncing the ball against her door in the next room. Or maybe it was my soggy back end, soaked by a fallen water cup in the middle of the night. Whatever caused me to wake up, I was grumpy either way. I threw the sweat-soaked sheets off of me and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My foot landed on something squishy and I closed my eyes in terror. Please, not dog poop, I prayed, please not dog poop, please, God, not dog poop! I tentatively opened one eye and looke...

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Thelma

Submitted to Contest #3

THE POUNDING USUALLY BEGINS JUST AFTER MIDNIGHT. Muffled, it comes through the windowless walls in short deliberate bursts. They come in patterns of three. However, the time between strikes happen at odd intervals, leaving me unable to estimate when the next series of hits will come. So it leaves me tense, as I wait for each series to blow. Had the pounding happened in some time interval that made sense I think the whole occurrence would have passed me by, possibly even aiding my sleep. But I find myself staring at the my wall from where the...

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Another Day

Submitted to Contest #3

And yet again, she is pounding on my door. One of these days, she’s going to break the wood, and then she’ll have to spend more money she doesn’t have to replace it. “Devin!!” she called, interrupting my thoughts temporarily, though she could never completely remove the negativity from my mind.  Here we go again, was my only thought, my eyes taking in the intense environment. My sister and mother had an argument the night before, and my dad and I had escaped. Unfortunately, it seemed we were both stuck here with no excuse to leave until...

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Godwinks- Through Daddy's Eyes

Submitted to Contest #3

The electrifying sparkles in his eyes those last moments of his life- will forever be transcribed in my mind. The weekend of September 23, 2016- he had accomplished his last item on his bucket list- he went to Miss Michigan to watch our granddaughter compete for the title of Miss Teen Michigan. He was delighted and full of pride as he watched her compete for the title, walking across the stage in her beautiful deep pink evening gown- as she dazzled the stage his eyes were on her as she approached the microphone; watching his face you may hav...

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Chore Day

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Beep! Beep! Beep! Beeeeeeeeeeeep! “What!” exclaimed Nicky Troy as she slammed her hand down on top of her alarm clock. It was chore day and on chore day everyone wakes up at 7:00 sharp. Today was no different, Nicky hobbled out of bed, put some clothes on and headed to the kitchen to see the chore chart. The chore chart is the chart on the wall that gives everyone their chores, it rotated weekly and this week Nicky had the worst of them all. She had to go shopping with her mom. Her mom could spend all day shopping if she wanted to and with t...

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