Write a story that starts with someone writing their will — one they know people won’t like.
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“That Dogwood Town” by Zilla Babbitt
Old man Mawson was a timeworn, craggy giant of a man who was older than the hills and who had been the second man to settle in that part of the country. Who was the first man? It was Mawson’s older brother, reportedly murdered by the third brother after a mix-up of who chopped down a certain bloodred-barked dogwood tree in the third brother’s yard. Mawson, the real...
“Opaline's Will” by 🍋𝓁𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽🏳️🌈
...equal amounts of money for all 10 of…. Opaline sighed and looked outside. It was raining outside and inside the house. She wiped a tear off her face as she recalled why she was even writing this will. ***She was walking down Walker Street, talking to her servants. “Next month is the family reunion, and--” Opaline did not have time to finish, as she clutched her c...
“And The Rest Goes To . . . My Hippocampus?” by ♡ ℂ𝕣𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕝 ♡
I carefully brought my shaking hand onto the yellowing parchment. The large calligraphy at the crown of the paper read Last Will and Testament. It was no secret that I would soon become a mortal, not for a myriad of reasons, but for one enormous one. I was diagnosed with Euphorium Aglacia Dernis, a harmful disease that slowly drives away all immortality from gods. Th...
“So Not A Gamer” by B Hall
An older gentleman in his early fifties sits at a large, mahogany desk inside an elegant and luxurious study. Books and antique trinkets are displayed along the wall to ceiling shelves behind him. The lack of windows makes it so natural lighting is nonexistent, and the air of the room is stuffy but professional. Despite his unkempt facial hair, it is clear this man generally has a refined demeanor about him, but recent troubles have caused him to become a bit neglectful of his personal care. He looks to a paper and p...
“A Poor Man's Gifts” by Amiable Sorceress
In a cottage by the wailing sea, An old man, a poor man, Wears his coat nearly seventy years old, His deathbed made two weeks early, Fresh linens draped over the pillows. He sat, somberly satisfied, Raspy coughs churning in his belly, A visit, Maybe one last visit to a special place. Somewhere he needed to go. Poor man, rich man, He ...
“"naomi," or 1 million butterflies pinned to a wall” by Masha Kurbatova
I don’t know much. That’s what college was supposed to fix. I read big books with big words, Susan Sontag, Karl Marx, Arendt, Foucalt, Nietzche, Sartre. Each flip of the page was a hand on my shoulder, twisting me in a new direction. I graduated dizzy and confused, uncertain what anything was, whether anything was real. Ask me what I read for my senior thesis and watch my eyes dim and fog. They only taught me...
“To My Four Hearts~” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.
To my Dear kids and Grandkids~Hello its Grandma Thora, or mama to my precious children. You’ve all grown up so much. My dear dear grand kids, I know many of you have never met me and it breaks my heart that the day you see me will be in my cold shell which carried my long gone soul. I’ve always wondered why you never visited me, I started you, I built you in my stomach for 9 months. I begged for money everyday just to give you, my precious children a future. I became rich! I got you into the best school...
“On your shoulders will lay the fate of a kingdom.” by Victoire Debaecker
-Are you sure, darling?” The deep voice came from a corner of the room. It was a man’s. He was in a suit, a cigar in hand, looking out the window at the street. It was a rainy night. No one was outside at this time, in those conditions. -Yes, I am.” At the desk in the middle of the room, a woman was writing. She was young, twenty five at most, her red dress shone under the candlelight. She was...
“Spoiled Brats ” by Daniella Cressman
Samantha here: wealthy entrepreneur and mother who’s been taken advantage of at every turn. I have two children, each of them daughters. Let me tell you, when people say that girls are more challenging to raise, they are correct. I’m in my fifties now, and they keep talking about what they will get when I drop dead: the little brats. Miranda wants the land: ten acres, five horses, and, of course, the swimming pool. She’s...
“In the Books” by Maggie Deese
Ruth Elis sat on a squeaky, worn chair located on the top floor of Ollowood Library. She had a plain sheet of paper laid out in front of her, eagerly waiting to be written on. She dipped a quill pen daintily into the ink bowl, wiping off the excess before laying it down on the page. Ruth had just turned eighty-four years young only two days ago. She did not have any family nor did she have friends to keep her company on ...
“Weary and rusted ” by Anja Z
I Cecil Lowbrow hereby write my will as follow. The day was dark the hour were late. She sat on the plush chair underneath me. Writing, a thing I have seen her do often lately. As she wrote she spoke. She didn’t speak with fondness like she does with her cats nor hatred like she did over the telephone, she spoke with determination. I didn’t find it off tho...
“advanced disaster preparedness” by Natalie Strawbridge
Today is a damp day. The August heat broke a few days ago; we turned the air conditioner off and opened the windows. We reveled in the breeze that fluttered our curtains and the fresh air that filled our lungs. But last night, it rained, and the damp air creeped through the windows, leaving our furniture and clothes and skin feeling sticky. I’m reminded of the summers I spent at camp, sleeping in a cabin and waking to fi...
“Lady of the Manor” by Andrew Krey
“ENOUGH!” Time may have stripped the power from his body, but not his words. He would be heard. “If you ask me if I’m sure one more time, I’ll use another solicitor’s office and you’ll lose your fee as my executor!” Arthur knew how to motivate men; he’d made his living out of knowing, and for this man it was money. It always was with lawyers. “My apologies sir, I have a legal obligation to –” then the law...
“Bright Months” by 💛🧡Lizzie Parker🌻🍊
The date was 2054, August 14th, when the first baby in Georgia was born with a power. Then in September another baby was born with power. Then again the next Month, and again after that, only in Georgia. Once every month a baby was born with power. Every Month has a different power. The American government rounded up all these babies and put them in camps scattered across the Nation, but one time something e...
“The Dreaded Will!” by P. Jean
(Write a story that starts with someone writing their will — one they know people won’t like.)My birthday was a couple days ago! It was not a good thing! Well what I mean is even though I received more than a dozen cards in the mail, flowers from two different sons and families, a gift from across the world and all the normal stuff, it was still the pits! With a capital P.There is something about the actual number that flips a switch in your brain. These levels that people imagine si...
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