Write a story about a character driving and getting lost.

Posted in Dramatic on Sep 16, 2024

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“The Marshland” by Lauren D

Submitted to Contest #249

I watch a small, neon green lizard slowly blinking their eyes on my patio ledge as I take a sip of my morning coffee. I’ve found them comforting ever since I’ve moved to the Island. I’m not used to seeing lizards since I’ve lived in the busy city of Boston my whole life. Things like this make me feel hopeful about my move, they make me feel like I finally have peace and everything is going to work out. There is a walkway on the salt marsh behind the apartment I live in, and in the marsh I see thousands of small crabs that scurry on the sand....

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“So Sure” by Pete Gautchier

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Topic: Write a story about a character driving and getting lost.So SureFriends and family that claim they really know me say that I exhibit obsessive behaviors. Usually, they use words such as persnickety, finicky, or picky to describe me. How can these words be character enhancing? After all they contain an “ick” derivative. I rebut them by saying that I need to be this way because I travel the highways and byways of the country for a living with the certainty of knowing where I was going. Yes, I am a travelin...

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““Rings of Atonement”” by Gigi Hinton

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The car screeched to the halt, those without their seatbelts were thrust forward. My seat jerked as my friend slammed into it face first, a dull groan leaving them. It almost made me laugh, but the thought of a chuckle died on my throat as the adrenaline in my veins ran cold. The ringing in my ears quickly turned deafening without the sound of air rushing by the open window, I quickly began feeling nauseous. I went to unfasten my seatbelt, not wanting to vomit in my friend’s car, but my hands wouldn’t respond to my commands. I couldn’t move,...

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“A Good Man is Hard to Find” by Melissa Coleman

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Mark glanced at the GPS screen, then at Emily. They had been driving less than twenty minutes and were already lost. "You know, Emily, if getting lost was an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist." Emily shot him a playful glare. "Hey now, at least I'm consistent. "Consistently lost," Mark jibed. She pulled over then swung the car around to head back the way they had just travelled. "It's a good thing we're not on a tight schedule," Mark said. "Otherwise, we'd never make it anywhere." Emily shrugged. "Where's the fun in arriving on time an...

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“Shadows on Everwood Road” by Jurni Watson

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Aidel Frenada stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop, the white page as empty as his thoughts. His mentor's words echoed in his mind, a constant reminder of his shortcomings: "Your writing lacks the visceral pain that makes characters breathe." A successful mystery novelist by most standards, Aidel knew he was missing something crucial—the ability to evoke heart-wrenching emotion, the kind that resonated deep within readers' bones. His psychologist, Dr. Elina often pressed him to face the truth; his detachment stemmed from a deeper, unr...

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“John's Midnight Ride” by Matthew Michaud

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“And a big hit from Devers up the middle brings one-man home! O’Neill is rounding third! The throw to home is… too late! O’Neill scores, Devers stands on second and it’s a 2, nothing lead for the Red Sox!” “God, O’Neill is having such a great start to the year” John said outload to himself. “I gotta try to get to Saturdays game.” He squinted his eyes as a row of cars came over the top of the hill up ahead, he looked towards the white line and saw a sign that read “...

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“The Death and Resurrection of John Logan Lindenbocker the Third” by River Lethe

Submitted to Contest #249

It was dark inside the casket. Quiet. Cozy even. The priest reached up and lowered the head piece until the latch pin clicked for the last time. The organ’s draw went muffled. Snotty sniffles and tissued sobs. Familiar voices saying such nice things. The clacking of wedding bands on the glossy wood above. He still smelled like pipe tobacco and orange peels, the foxed pages of old storybooks, just like he always had. She would cling tight to one leg, and ride on his shoe down the long hall to his library. He'd laugh and call her a spid...

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“A Long, Dark Road” by Amber Kishlock

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A light breeze flowed through my open window, rustling my hair and breathing life into the dying ember of the joint between my fingertips. I know, I know. I shouldn’t be getting high when I still need to drive home. But it was so beautiful tonight. Peaceful. Perfect. It was pitch black, save for the shining silver moon and her glimmering stars above me. Yawning fields rolled out before me like a green carpet, gently sloping here and there. Dotting the serene landscape were small, wooded areas and wetlands. Places for animals of all kinds to ...

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“Beyond the Trees” by Ian Mathieu

Submitted to Contest #249

Trigger Warning: This story includes themes of violence and mental health. The car ribboned down the road. Trees and streams blurred by out the window. Pleasant sounds filled her ears. Forest noise. Natural static. Squirrels scurried overhead, scrounging for food to take back to their hoards. Insects chirped and buzzed, not yet scared away by the late autumn chill, singing their last songs before hiding away for the winter.The leaves had started to change. Some stayed green. Others transformed into oranges, yellows, and reds. They were at a ...

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“All Roads Lead to London” by Damien Roberts

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"I-I'm sorry," Billy stuttered, “I seem to be lost.” "Don't worry,” Shane smiled. "I know where we are. You're going exactly where you're supposed to." Billy risked taking his eyes off the road for a second to sneak a glance at Shane. He was shorter than Billy, with a jet-black buzz cut, weathered skin and a fine, slightly shiny suit. Strange for a hitchhiker, he thought. It was strange that Billy had picked up a hitchhiker. "I don't know how I got lost heading to London," Billy said, “I swear every road in England has signs to London.” "Aye...

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“Lost Death” by Nathanael Card

Submitted to Contest #249

Yeah, I’m Death. I know how that sounds, and trust me, this isn’t some emo crap, I really am Death itself. You may be wondering why I’m driving a rental sedan in the middle of nowhere, and yes, it’s just as embarrassing as you think. Apparently, a new soul is ready for pickup, but the problem is I can’t just magically pop up at someone’s deathbed and off them. I mean, come on, which would you rather see before you die: a cloaked skeleton with a sharp weapon standing over you, or an unsuspecting human? Sure, it’s a little extra work, but it’s...

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“Needle in a Haystack” by Elysa Casselman

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Contest: 249Author: Elysa CasselmanPrompt: A character driving and getting lost Needle in a Haystack The sweet smell of my daughter’s hair wafts into my nostrils. My lips graze her tiny forehead for just slightly longer than intended. A smile pulls at the corner of my lips; it takes willpower to stand erect and back away from ...

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“Just a Few Rather Tempest-tic Tears” by Naya's A Writer

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I banged hard in the steering wheel, furious tears spilling out as I drove off to nowhere. The tall buildings soon subsided into soft-rounded hills, beautifully yet simply decorated with those big, old oak trees. I didn't realise the beauty without, though, for there was a tempest stirring within. No one was in the car to witness my savagery of thoughts, as I ripped my dreams to pieces. The road stretched on, seemingly never-ending, into the dusky horizon. The sun sets in the distance, bursting out radiant colours of gold, peach and lemon.I ...

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