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Write a story where someone insists on giving your main character a ride to the airport, only for their car to break down.

Posted in Fluff on Apr 7, 2023

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Drive Me into the Sunset

Submitted to Contest #193

Drive Me into the Sunset April Thornton pulls a dress from her closet and holds it up next to her. She frowns and hangs it up. April is a tall, auburn hair beauty with green eyes. She just received a meeting with a powerful producer in Hollywood for her script. She dances with glee with another dress. The break arrived in the form of her agent four days ago. She sticks her head out her Manhattan apartment and shouts,” I am awesome.” Her long hair she shakes and holds an air microphone and sings. The night is long as April can’t sleep from t...

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That Man’s Too Ugly to Be My Child

Submitted to Contest #193

“Maybe I should have ordered an Uber,” Andy Grech says, as the snow begins to fall harder. The stocky bass player bites his nails as he gets into a white Monte Carlo SS. “I hear these cars are really bad in the snow.” “Not if you’re an expert driver like me,” Niko Neary replies. The spiffy high school teacher fancies himself an expert on everything, including the oncoming blizzard. Zipping up his Canada Goose parka, he pulls his warm wool cap close to his ears. He views the trip as an adrenaline rush, a way to show his superiority, this t...

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On the Run

Submitted to Contest #193

It was after midnight. Stephanie Armstrong stood on the sidewalk in front of her apartment building, an odd figure for this time of night. Her brown curls had been pulled tightly into a ponytail, her face wore light make-up, and she was dressed in a black business suit. She had a white purse slung over her shoulder, and a suitcase stood next to her. Stephanie stared intently at the entrance of the apartment complex where her ride would soon appear. Then she saw a white SUV, which came to a stop in front of her, and the driver leaned out of...

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Returned favour

Submitted to Contest #193

London was sunny. Leaving it now, was the farthest from her mind. The aeroplane that she was petrified of, removing her from The One she finally found. Nonsense.He couldn't have been serious to drive her to the airport. Though he looked it. In his tight black jacket glistening like the skin of a stallion, his Roman soldier profile, his wild mane.... But his body still lay back in his seat, proving how he can force the gear stick and gently hold her palm with one hand. Gazing at her deeply every minute, his eyes gleaming like burning coal... ...

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On Time

Submitted to Contest #193

The contact is late. I stand outside the Bolshoi Theater. A bowl-shaped fountain shoots a jet of water into the air. The front doors look like they’re made of solid gold. Ten white columns hold up a beautiful golden awning. I pace along the walkway in front of the entrance. The flash drive in my suit pocket feels as heavy as a brick. Loaded on it are the plans for Russia’s new hypersonic missiles, the first of their kind in the world. If the FSB catches me with these plans, well… I wouldn’t put it past them to strap ...

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Petunia's Last Stand

Submitted to Contest #193

The desert air of the outskirts of Newhurst City was still cold enough to send a chill through Eve when she stepped out of the Carrolton Hotel with her luggage.She strode purposefully between twin landscaped gardens toward the silver vehicle waiting in the drive, regarding its modest size with some annoyance. She had figured this might happen; her luggage might fit, but not comfortably. She pulled two rather ponderous suitcases behind her, along with her handbag and backpack.“Morning, Eve,” Hanson said eagerly over the sound of his door...

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Do Me No Favors

Submitted to Contest #193

“ru sure u dont mind?”  Chele felt a little manipulative letting David take her to the airport.  She and Jake had been dating for a while and it was going well.  She always suspected that David liked her with the way he was always so helpful, a little too attentive to how she was doing behind the counter.  But when Jake left for a two-week construction job and her best friend and fellow barista, Annette, got called in to cover an early shift, Chele casually dropped her lament into the shared barista group chat and waited ...

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“I’m Alright Now.”

Submitted to Contest #193

It was as if the taxi driver didn’t see my hand frantically flapping in front of his windshield as he cruised by. I felt my cheeks drop as I stopped screaming for a cab; my arms crossed over my abdomen as annoyance bubbled up behind my pupils, making them roll. I scoffed and pivoted, making my way to a bench against the apartment complex’s exterior. I was supposed to be at the airport by noon to check-in, go through security, grab a grande caramel macchiato from Starbucks, make it to the gate at least ten minutes before boarding, and, i...

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I Need A Ride

Submitted to Contest #193

"I GET IT YOU HATE THIS CITYYYYYYY" Jackson Ramoz wailed like Kelly Clarkson into the false microphone of the windshield right down the exit before Dulles airport. All this confidence I'd recently acquired the right to play up out of thin Wisconsin treatment air was trapped stiff and stone cold sweating through an ill-advised crimson outfit from Urban Outfitters in the back of this boy's car. Jackson was my friend, sort of. Insecure me never really knows, but confident one sees him as a first-rate guy. I'm never going to Yale, so guess which...

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The Trip With No Destination

Submitted to Contest #193

Anne shivered as she raced through the torrential rain, her blazing red tresses sopping wet. It was as though all the lakes in the world had suddenly crashed down on her- and to make it worse, she was without a raincoat. Anne slowed down to get her bearings. She was walking through a sodden forest trail at dusk, attempting but almost ludicrously failing to steer clear of the infinite number of thick trunks and pointy branches of lofty, malady-brown trees. Her flashlight was out and offline Google Maps was turned on on her phone. On she ran...

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Pieces

Submitted to Contest #193

Matthew has very little to offer.  He is a starving artist who lives in a van.  He is often late to everything and when he gets there he smells of weed covered with patchouli.  Although we grew up together, we are complete opposites and the five years between us further the divide.I am often early.  I never drink or smoke and I definitely don’t live in my car.  I live in a three bedroom condo in New York by the Hudson River.  My home is immaculate, my wife is beautiful, I drive a Mercedes - Benz, and my job is h...

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