Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

Posted in Fantasy on Feb 23, 2024

Submissions are closed

Sorry, we are not accepting submissions for this prompt as it is not part of an active contest. Make sure you don't miss our next contest by creating your free Reedsy Prompts account.

Or create a new Reedsy account:

Why not check out our active contest?

✍️ 99 stories

“The First Hot Day” by Kim Hoag

Submitted to Contest #239

The First Hot Day I thought there was supposed to be more sand in a desert, not all this frying pan rock, Jonah thought. He might have mumbled some of it aloud, he was too tired, his brain too heated through, to be sure. The sun was getting high up, burning even through his long duster. He kept the front open but the sweat dripped off of him without cooling. The jacket would stay on, though, simply because it was already there. He knew he should find shelter but everything seemed just flat. Which didn't help the broiling in his brain. He...

1 comment 1

Read story

“Time, Space, Me and the worlds' end” by Kemberly Hernandez

Submitted to Contest #239

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep How I hate that alarm. The moment I hear it is the moment I remember I have to get up and get ready for another long day of…. way too many stuff. That is something I mustn’t think about, I have to be positive that today will be a good day. First, I do my bed. A girl must have her room nice and neat. Next, I put some clothes on and apply a light layer of ...

0 comments 0

Read story

“Afternoon Tea” by AnnMarie Harvie

Submitted to Contest #239

Afternoon Tea Cassidy James pulled into the graveled parking lot of the Simplici-Tea restaurant. Her tires crunched the stone gravel beneath them as she pulled into a spot next to a yellow Volkswagen Beatle. She got out of her black Honda CRV and made her way to the garden entrance of the restaurant. On fine spring days like this one, Simplici-Tea served afternoon tea on the large, outdoor patio garden area. Cassidy could see small white tables with white wrought iron chairs tucked in as she approached...

0 comments 0

Read story

“Undoer” by Alex N

Submitted to Contest #239

Paula was furiously vacuuming the living room and shouting at her daughter, Mary, to hurry up and finish the dusting already. Just then, little Tommy rushed in wielding his toy sword. Tommy’s cries mixed with the noise of the vacuum cleaner. Paula sighed. Her parents were arriving in less than an hour and she still had to finish making the dinner. A deafening “crash” came from the kitchen. Paula rushed over to see Mary surrounded by broken p...

0 comments 0

Read story

“Events Following a Forgotten Conversation” by Asif Mahmud

Submitted to Contest #239

I saw a man face-down on the street, motionless, as I was driving back home. It was not his motionless state, nor the fact that he was dead that surprised me. Nothing about him surprised me really. People die every day. I was not even sure if this person was dead at first. But then I noticed his brain, or what looked like his brain, smeared across the side of the road where he lay.I could not remember why I stopped my car. This was a gruesome scene, which did not make me feel any better. But at the same time, a curious sensation kept pulling...

0 comments 0

Read story

“Glimmer” by Kerelyn Smith

Submitted to Contest #239

I’ve been in this cage for 30 days. Or so the strokes on the wall tell me. 30 days of the same dim light. Enough to see by. Enough to cast the same dingy pallor to me, the palette on the floor, the bucket, the stained white walls. I try not to think too hard about the varied streaks and stains, a faded iron red, a deep gouge, a jagged slice. I note but do not delve. I categorize and catalog. The wall, the floor, the ceiling. The window, too high to see out except the thin rectangle of light tucked up away from me. A tease at a life and world...

2 comments 2

Read story

“Bad Eggs” by Cristian Metzger

Submitted to Contest #239

April 20th, present time Claudio was scratching his shaven head, thinking that the expanding pool of goo looked a lot like those pools of blood below recently dead characters in movies. It was a dark moonless night, so the transparent white of the eggs over the paving could pass as blood, but the yellow and the bits of white shell were there, reminding him this was not a movie. He was old enough to remember a time where such pools of blood only appeared in gore movies, but movies nowadays were not as wholesome as they used to be, eve...

0 comments 0

Read story

“For Me to Take My Place” by Nikkie Cedr

Submitted to Contest #239

I am currently standing in front of the mirror, above the cracked sink. I'm staring intensely into my own eyes, my right arm placed on the wall. I'm not aware that it's scratching one of the tiles, not damaging it in the slightest. I desperately need this moment to last forever and then finish at the appropriate time. A crashing feeling hangs over me like a dark cloud, poisoning my ability to willingly move a single muscle. Exploring the depths of my reflection's eyes does not bring me any closer to discovering where this misery stems from....

0 comments 0

Read story

“Changing Worlds” by Gordon MacKintosh

Submitted to Contest #239

Kane arrived at 11.30, disappointed to be visible again. As a waiter led him to the table he didn’t look at any of the other customers. He had brought a newspaper to be his dining companion. Ordering from the lunch menu, he again weighed up the possibilities that this was a trap. It had taken him two days to discover Jono’s whereabouts. They had contacted each other by means known to both of them; years of informal conversations meant they knew how the other ticked. It had not been difficult. No question that an unhappy home life in recent...

0 comments 0

Read story

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

Fantasy – 129 stories

Start your story with it raining… anything but rain (e.g. flowers, cutlery, seashells, running shoes).

Fantasy – 89 stories

Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

Fantasy – 99 stories

Write a story about an artist whose work has magical properties.

Fantasy – 99 stories

Contest #239

Enter our weekly contest!

This week's theme: Fabulism with Shaelin Bishop

$250

Prize money

515

Contest entries

132

Stories

Ended on 23:59 - Mar 01, 2024 EST

Won by Gem Cassia 🏆

Title: Metonymia

View details

Win $250 in our short story competition 🏆

We'll send you 5 prompts each week. Respond with your short story and you could win $250!

Menu

CONNECT

BLOG

APPS

TOOLS

ABOUT

Write a story where the laws of time and space begin to dissolve.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 99 stories

“The First Hot Day” by Kim Hoag

“Time, Space, Me and the worlds' end” by Kemberly Hernandez

“Afternoon Tea” by AnnMarie Harvie

“Undoer” by Alex N

“Events Following a Forgotten Conversation” by Asif Mahmud

“Glimmer” by Kerelyn Smith

“Bad Eggs” by Cristian Metzger

“For Me to Take My Place” by Nikkie Cedr

“Changing Worlds” by Gordon MacKintosh

🌟 Similar prompts

Write a story where a regular household item becomes sentient.

Start your story with it raining… anything but rain (e.g. flowers, cutlery, seashells, running shoes).

Write a story where your character is traveling a road that has no end.

Write a story about an artist whose work has magical properties.

Contest #239

Enter our weekly contest!

$250

Prize money

515

Contest entries

132

Stories

Win $250 in our short story competition 🏆

Explore more writing prompt ideas: