Write about a character who has to rely on the hospitality of strangers.
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“Last I Looked” by Joe Swanson
When I found Amos Bunk, he was a mess. I don’t know what happened exactly, he wouldn’t say. I think he is one of those people, who only find the good in people. And we all know where that leads. It took me nearly an hour to get him to tell me his name. He kept apologizing for having appeared to have been beaten to within an eye lash of death. He looked normal to me in most every way, except he wa...
“Abandoned” by Jay Luuu
The stars glitter above me as I lie under a tree, its canopy of leaves shrouding parts of the sky. I sigh to myself, clueless about what to do next. Another night alone.The park is void of people, albeit it’s still pretty early into the night. The water on the lake shimmers like the stars, reflecting a circular silhouette of a pretty blue moon. Only the distant hoots of faraway owls and frequent buzzing of nearby mosquitoes are my companions for the night.
“The Cloudiness” by Shoshana A
The earth: on surface “Weather Forecasters have predicted that a powerful cyclone will hit some regions of South East Asia. Whereas coastal zones will get sever hit from it and may experience heavy rainfall along with a storm, other regions will only witness heavy rainfall. Forecasters have blamed warm temperature at sea surface and atmospheric instability for the formation of cyclone,” the news reporter says on the TV.After listening to the news George summons his w...
“What if Snow White Didn’t Eat the Apple?” by Amuelle Aguilar
Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all? Dried leaves crashed under Snow White’s bare feet. Her breathing was labored, her hair was messy and her legs were sore as she ran through the woods. The scent of wet soil hit her nose. A group of vultures hissed as they flew above, creating creepy bird-shaped shadows in front of the red moon. In the distance, the wolves started to h...
“Death's Ink” by Elia Christensen
I DON'T WANT TO DIE. No one wants to die. But someone has to — always. Everyone has to die. I lay on my back, staring up at the grey sky. Pregnant clouds slide drearily across the rough surface. The dry grass prickles my bare skin. I try not to groan in pain. I press my fingernails into the dry dirt. My gut churns as I try to block out the rest of the world. No matter my efforts, I can still hear the pained cries of the people surrounding me. The smell of smoke wafts down the street. As I watch the clouds, passing mournfully across the si...
“413” by Isha Rawat
"Andy..Andy get up" "Don't disturb me on a Sunday Monica" " Well you better get up and come down stairs with me cause I won't be dealing with this all alone" Monica has always been the tough one. That's one of her qualities I like the most. Her in hysterics was a situation worth looking into. She waits for me while I pull my shirt over my chest. Together we descend to meet 413. Monica refuses to fill...
“Shoemaker” by Lucía Nemo
“Blast.” She cursed. The dirt road scratched the shoemaker’s bare feet as she ran, but she didn’t care. She had bigger problems. “Blast. Blast. Blast.” Her pack, full to bursting with tools, with leather and thread and cloth and even wooden heels, made a wretchedly distinctive sound as they slammed against her back. The shoemaker adjusted her glasses on her sweaty nose and gulped for air. Perhaps sh...
“Running And Running” by Serena Johnston (indefinitely Inactive)
Leila was running. She had been running for a very long time, so long that she didn't even really remember what she was running from. She just knew she had to run. And fast. Leila had been on the run since she was 1 year old, but that was when her mother carried her on her back, her older brother in tow. Now her mother and brother were gone, and Leila was alone. There was a time when Leila and her...
“The Wreck” by Meta M Griffin
The Wreck Owen was gob smacked that someone who had been such a close friend would go along with terminating his position in the English department. His best friend, and mentor, called him into her office and informed him that his position had been terminated. He searched her face for evidence for remorse, but found none. Bernice was tight lipped and avoided making direct eye contact with him. She refused to answ...
“Stop The Fall” by Adam Wan
Arisu sat on the bench and plugged in her earphones. A gentle breeze sent a chill up her legs. “Achoo…” Her battery’s at twenty-five percent. It would last her about an hour, at most. The night wore on and the sky darkened, and somewhere behind them the clock struck twelve, going dong, dong, dong…
“The Book of Few” by Hugo Millaire
Hey fellow reedsy writers! Before you dive into this story (or don't) I just want to set it up a bit to avoid any confusion. This is a story following the perspective of a certain journal, or diary whatever you like, during World War 2. I do like this idea but I'm not the best at writing down whatever thoughts are going through my head, so if anyone has some critisism please share I would love to get some feedback. Enjoy!13/06/1943; Naples, Italy Well, this is going to be the last time I write ...
“Dead Strings ” by Alexander Katz
(Author note: contains violence and NSFW language.) “Shhhh.” A hand wrapped around my mouth, stopping my squeak in its track. You’d think after five years I’d know better. Know not to be afraid. To bite my tongue and keep my calm. But fear’s a tough bitch to shake, a real leach if you ask me. Once it gets its teeth in you, it ain’t looking to let go. And it don’t matter how many ...
“Agape Mou, Xenia” by Sapphire Maid
I couldn't move my fingers anymore. The dry, frigid air forced them into stiff, dark icicles. I kinda wish I could still feel the sharp kisses of winter in my hands and face, it meant that they were ok. That I was ok. Now I'm not so sure. The snow clung to my drenched clothing, weighing me down as I walked in search of some kind of sanctuary. A wise man would have stripped and walked naked the second he...
“Two Moons” by Lavender Blue
TWO MOONS The girl awoke, from what she wasn't certain, it surely was not a natural sleep, but nonetheless she awoke - face down in a drainage ditch. Her hair was caked with mud and twigs and she could feel a soreness at the back of her head. She was wearing a New York Yankees tee shirt and jeans, and her feet were adorned with a pair of mud colored socks. She sat up slowly and felt the b...
“Strannik” by Marie McLaughlin
Ivan and his pack of six hunting Dogs had cornered a large Bear. The Bear was angry and fierce, and fought with all it's might against the Hunter's Dogs. Two of the Dogs had their fangs fixed tightly on either side of the Bear's neck, the Bear clawed one of Ivan's Dogs to shreds."Okhotnik!!" Ivan shouted.The Bear then bit down on another Dog and shook the poor animal violently. "Laika!" Ivan yelled in anger.Ivan aimed his rifle at the Bear's neck, and pulled the Trigger, sending a shell into the Bear's Jug...
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