Start your story with a daydream sequence, before snapping back to reality.

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“Dream Sequence - Rock and Roll Band” by Christine Reding

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As I approach the stage, I am wearing my navy blue hotpants, with the top bursting with stars and accentuating my full-bodied figure. My legs are encased in velour hip-length boots. My hair wildly swings and the weight of the curls cascades down my back, landing near my waistline. I clutch my signature tambourine, tightly clasped in my left hand. The center of the instrument is darkened by the constant striking on the calfskin, either utilizing the palm of my hand or a swift strike against my hip, furiously maintaining the raucous beat of...

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“A Monsterous Thing, Fashioned in a Cruel Furnace” by Jaydon Brown

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Contains the following trigger warnings:Sexual violence, physical violence, gore, language, abuse, mental health, scenes of war."Hana?", a soft voice pulled the tall and unkempt looking girl from her thoughts. She smiled nervously, bringing her focus to the vibrant aquamarine of Marie's neat dress. "Where'd you go?" Marie smiled warmly, reaching up to move the mess of hair out of Aahana's face. The warm afternoon sun made her squint as her brown, disheveled veil was delicately moved from her eyes. "N-n-nowhere." she stumbled o...

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“The Hot Dog Killer” by Lucille Caspian

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[CW: language, sexual content, violence]My mind listlessly floats in wonderland. A rush of thick saliva floods the back of my throat as I imagine Luis gently pumping in and out of me. My legs squeeze tight and my hips thrust ever so slightly at the thought of Luis’s large hands pinning me to the hotel bed. I bite my lower lip to prevent a moan from escaping so as to not draw my husband’s attention. “Camila” — the way Luis says my name, dragging it out like thick sugar melting on his tongue. I play it over and over in my head. “Cuh – meh...

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“What Could Have Been” by Samael Lynch

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I saw the woman who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I was on the train. What the time was or what colour the sky was outside wasn’t important, even if I wanted to tell you I couldn’t. My mind was elsewhere. But let me backpaddle a bit. My story started the same as everyone else’s. I woke up early to go to a job I hated only to return when it became dark or light outside. That was my life for five days of the week as I was sure would be the case for many people. But this story was not about work, well it sort of was but it wasn’t....

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“Battles of the Mind” by Sky S

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"You know you can't win." He spun his weapon in his hands like it was already the award. I rolled my eyes and prepared to strike, he wouldn't win this one. "Is that really what you think?" I asked, bringing my sword down upon his. They collided with a satisfactory clang. It made my ears ring, but it was glorious and reminded me that he couldn't win. "It rings true every time, you know that Skylar." He swung at me again, this time striking my armor at my waist. I grunt and step backwards. He takes it as an opportunity to strike again, but thi...

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“Dreams and Guilt” by Amber Speer

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Sometimes, in the chill of a young autumn evening, Bridgette could smell bonfires in the distance. It was funny, she knew, that she lived here in the city suburbs. Growing up in such a small town, she’d never imagined herself surrounded by so many people. But she could picture it now with her sweet husband and little baby at her side.On Sundays, they sat together as a family. When Emma got older, they would have game nights (Bri had decided this long ago, when her own parents implimented game night, and she quickly realized just how importan...

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“To kill a monster” by D A

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I was staring at the red splatter on my palms, mesmerized. Some of it were tiny red beads, droplets on my skin that gleamed in the sunlight like diamonds; others have quickly turned into dark stains soaking my leather band. The screams were a distant, muffled sound, as if coming through dirty earbuds. But the voice in my head was loud and clear. "Finish him! He deserves to lose all the red drops." I closed my eyes, remembering, and a wave of hot fury washed over me. "Hello, I am Sarah", she said in a shaky voice. She held out her hand and sm...

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“Searching For Utah. ” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

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I begin dreaming of endings.Scene after scene endlessly play across the stage that fills my head.Old movies race towards the finish line. The final credits roll down the incline, crowding my vision with shadows and shades.It is the final scene of “Raising Arizona”.I stand behind Nick Cage as he speaks of the child he and Holly Hunter once stole.Their movie characters desperately wanted a baby and believed that the Arizona couple who'd just had sextuplets wouldn't miss one.Turns out they were wrong.The pair eventually return the boy to his ho...

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“Runaway Mind ” by V JHD

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I’m trying to write a story. I have ideas to work with but for ages I have been spinning around in the world of genre specific storyline’s muttering to myself as I go. For starters I am someone who has just woken up, no idea where I am or how I got here. Well imagine if you please what that might be like, a groggy feeling of discombobulation, looking around trying to make sense of where I am. If I woke in my bed, In my home I wouldn’t think or feel anything other than waking up and getting on with my usual routine. But if I was taken u...

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“PLANET OF THE APPS” by Ranga Rao Indurti Venkata

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PLANET OF THE APPS Babu was getting terribly bored. He had been minding the family electronics store since the morning, and except for a handful of customers who had wanted safety covers for their mobile phones, no one had shown any serious interest in buying the newly launched range of Apple and Android devices on display. Looking out at the shoppers thronging the market street ahead, he was hoping that things would soon look up and that he would still sell a few devices by the end of the day. This was primarily a rich textile exporters t...

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“Frozen in the Record Books” by Bob Faszczewski

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Frozen in the Record Books For many years the alarm clock sounding at 4 am and the cold wind blowing through his bedroom window had brought an exhilarating rush of blood into every pore of Jim Lombolardo’s body. He couldn’t wait to get out on the frozen isolation of Lake Placid and put skates to the polished surface preparing for the routine that he felt would lead him to the fulfillment, fame and fortune that only achieving his lifelong goal would bring. In fact, he had slowly chipped away on his path to greatness in every performance he...

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“The Commute” by Kyle Quande

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Gloria sat, engulfed in the darkness. The calm, quiet emptiness of the void made an easy backdrop for her to clear her mind. She slowly, steadily breathed in and out, relieving her mind of the endless traffic of her anxious thoughts. In the darkness of her cleared mind, the silence of the void was broken simply by the sound of footsteps. It was like watching an old movie where the sound of every step is audible, every click of every heel connecting to the ground beneath. Somewhere in the void of her consciousness, a stranger walked. It sound...

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“Ticket to Misery” by C.C. Bos

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Jack slowly meandered out of his kitchen, barely raising his feet off the ground as he moved. Coffee in one hand, and running the fingers of his other across the granite-top island still sparkling from his cleaning lady’s recent visit, he sulked towards the nearly panoramic wall of glass separating him from the rest of the world. The planet’s slow rotation had just begun to reveal the center of the solar system, illuminating Jack’s view of the just-waking metropolis far below. How appropriate he mused, as he looked out over the city that nev...

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“Dare To Daydream ” by Katie Black

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“Shhh. We have to be quiet.” I whispered, my voice shaking as I spoke. I looked at my team, panicking and waiting for me to come up with a plan. The growls and footsteps of the beast echoed through the dark forest. I racked my brain about what to do, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get us out of this. But all I could think was how did I get into this mess? Of course, I knew how. My father was the hero of our kingdom. As the head knight of the king’s guard, he saved many lives and...

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“In Wooded Dreams and Embers” by Amanda Terrell

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Laying in the warm sun on a soft bed of switchgrass near the shores of Loch Adair was the only form of solitude permitted by my father. The grass was still damp from the summer rain that passed through a half hour ago leaving behind the faint scent of petrichor and primrose. A gentle breeze caressed my skin raising goosepimples on my legs. A shiver traveled up my spine as I turned the page of my book. “Lady Valinor, it’s nearly time to return to the palace,” a deep velvety voice spoke from a few feet away. Sighing I shifted on my thin blan...

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Start your story with a daydream sequence, before snapping back to reality.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 63 stories

“Dream Sequence - Rock and Roll Band” by Christine Reding

“A Monsterous Thing, Fashioned in a Cruel Furnace” by Jaydon Brown

“The Hot Dog Killer” by Lucille Caspian

“What Could Have Been” by Samael Lynch

“Battles of the Mind” by Sky S

“Dreams and Guilt” by Amber Speer

“To kill a monster” by D A

“Searching For Utah. ” by Jeannie Labelle -Potvin

“Runaway Mind ” by V JHD

“PLANET OF THE APPS” by Ranga Rao Indurti Venkata

“Frozen in the Record Books” by Bob Faszczewski

“The Commute” by Kyle Quande

“Ticket to Misery” by C.C. Bos

“Dare To Daydream ” by Katie Black

“In Wooded Dreams and Embers” by Amanda Terrell

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Write a story about someone who overthinks every single thing, blowing the tiniest incidents out of proportion.

Set your story inside a character’s mind, literally.

Write a story about someone who thinks their life is a romcom and they’re the protagonist.

Write a story about a character who can’t tell what’s real and what’s not.

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