Write a story that ends with a character asking a question.
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“The Firebird's Answer” by Phoebe Barr
It’s a long way down. So long that looking down feels like falling, and looking out you can’t quite tell which way is up, and looking up you might as well be adrift in an ocean the size of the universe. My toes curl at the sight, a vain attempt to make the worn-out soles of my sneakers grip harder on the polished stone. “Do I really have to?” I say. My guide chuckles. He’s a large, lumbering sort of man, broad-shouldered and deep-voiced, and the chuckle sounds like two boulders crashing together. He introduced himself...
“CHANGED” by Ajayi Joy
As a growing child I never believed in love seeing the way my parents lived and treated each other, to me love was a fantasy. I had this crazy idea of never letting a guy close to my heart till I was sure he was the one and so I discarded close communication with guys. Any guy who told me he liked me I would shun. Yeah, it was that bad. Everything started to change when I entered college. I was this quite, mind my own business type of person. I had never really been exposed to the outside world that much as my parents never believed the w...
“Pride in profession” by Sadia Faisal
Being a nursing student in the Philippines is very hard. You have to deal with the thought that after graduation, you will be among thousands of others who will be competing for limited employment slots. Many nursing graduates end up un- or underemployed. Sadly, this has led to stigmatization. Every time people ask me what my course is and I answer Nursing, they would shake their heads. Many are already starting to poke fun at my profession. One time, I heard my friends joke around saying, "You train for 4 years and what? Wash bed pans af...
“Time Travelers” by BRoOkE HAs A COwBoY HAt
The tension was like there were a million sharp knives in the air, and you had to dodge getting cut by each one. We had been here before. We swore that it would never happen again. We promised each other that we would never talk, let alone see, each other again.“Okay. One of us has to talk, and since I’ve always been the talkative one, it might as well be me. I thought that we weren’t going to see each other again.” I looked up from my hands and realized it was Chloe who was talking.“Yeah, well, that’s what I thought, too. B...
“Angel Of Hope ” by Vrishni Maharaj
I loved doing the dirty work. No, I didn’t mean typical dirt-under-your-fingernails type of gardening or scrubbing drains and toilets. It’s more like the filthy blood and sweat that goes into making an ugly, otherwise undone job successful. The satisfaction upon completion is blissfully thrilling— I would rather die than give up that feeling. Settling into the sofa, I took a deep breath. I had done a particularly good job today. The United States had far surpassed the million cases benchmark, thanks to my <...
“Fallen Petals” by Avery Mason 🍍😇🤩
I woke up in a large cellar. I was surrounded by darkness itself. We meet again, I murmured to the darkness. You will be okay Emily.I sat up slowly, wincing at the pain in my side. I looked around. I see hundreds of containers that held dry flower stems, without any petals, except for the flower to my right. A beautiful rose, with no missing petals. I smiled in this darkness. I looked around further. I stroked the rose, that was once enclosed in a glass case. <...
“Play Dead” by Najwa Zandlo
Play dead. No - not like that. What are you doing with your face? This shouldn’t be hard. Just lie there for fuck’s sake. I had a dog that used to “play dead.” I’d point my fingers at him like a gun, say “bang,” and he’d flop over and put his paws in the air - the universal sign. It took me weeks to train him.&...
“Crash with the Stash” by Corey Melin
“Tonight we rewrite the rules due to your stupidity,” declared Stewie. “What do you mean?” asked Mikey with a dumbfounded look on his face. “It’s still daylight outside so do the rules not apply yet?” “Whatever,” said an irate Stewie, who was so frustrated he didn’t know what time or day it was at the moment. “We are on a land we are totally clueless on how big it is, if it’s inhabited, and most important of all, if it has food for us to eat.&nb...
“The Moonlit Meadow” by Lourdes Cruz
Hibiki LeBlanc was a sweet boy, often found tending to the flowers near the river and communing with animals. In other words, the other boys would find him to be rather odd. Unlike a typical boy who adored sporting events and rough-housing, Hibiki would prefer to be left alone and wander his beloved garden near the river. Due to his sweet nature, he often attracted lost spirits, those whom he would demonstrate his hospitality and kindness to the fullest extent, and would often receive gifts from them. His parents, much like him, were kind...
“An Unexpected Evening” by Charm Elizabeth Merchant
“Alright then, let’s get to work,” Mrs. Sharecourt announced first thing Monday morning. “I will give you today to continue working on your assignments. Find your partners please.” As everyone scrambled and chairs were being pulled from desks, Mark checked for Elisabeth, his partner. He spotted her making her way over to him, shoulder-length dark curls bouncing, notebook in hand and her bag secured over her shoulder.“Hey there!” she greeted in her usual cheerful tone, making herself comfortable in the seat beside him. “Hey,” Mark r...
“Rambling with a Poet.” by Len Mooring
I met this poet, see. She was chewing the end of a pencil and seemed absorbed in the process. Maybe modern-day poets of the computerized variety, still keep pencils for the purposes of chewing. Well, you couldn’t get the same sort of satisfaction from chewing on a tablet, or whatever. Anyway, back to the poet in question. She was absorbed, as I said, and even though I was in her direct line of vision, she showed not one trace of recognition of this fact. Now, if she had been of the ordinary sort of bird that ...
“How Do We Feel?” by Barbara Eustace
Today they’ll decide. Today they’ll ask us how we are. How we respond depends on who they ask. If they ask Mr Crowther, I’ll say I’m doing good. In fact I’m doing more than good, I’m doing great. I feel fantastic. Never better. I feel positive about the future. I have plans, ambitions. I want to work in I.T. It’s the sort of thing I’d be good at, not having to work with people, working with code so I don’t get upset. I could make a good fist of things if I did that.<...
“Supernova” by D. Holmes
“You want me to murder you.”He stood facing the wall, staring at a photograph of her in a sunflower field.“Appreciate it!” she joked. “It’s not every day I ditch my common sense and wear a fancy dress just so you can stage a few pictures to post on Instagram. I even smeared on lipstick, for God’s sake.” He turned her shoulders to face the camera. “I’m not sharing these to Instagram,” he replied. “They’re for me to hang up at home.” “That’s even w...
“The Return Journey” by Karen McDermott
Maz switched her soya espresso frappuccino to her left hand in order to feed her ticket through the turnstile with her right. She strode to the end of the platform to await the train that would take her to Steph’s house.“Stephanie,” she corrected herself, not caring that her lips moved to form the syllables. She had her headphones in, so anyone looking would presume she was mouthing lyrics or learning a language, rather than trying to nail her half-sister’s preferred name. She had been so accustomed to abbreviat...
“Better Watch Out” by Thistle Arellano
The gray mists swirl around the damp streets as a man anxiously checks his pocket watch.“Where is he?” He mutters, his foot tapping anxiously on the sidewalk. “He’s late.”“I’m right here,” a voice echoes from the shadows. He turns to see another figure leaning against the boarded up side of a shop, his dark suit sharply pressed and his broad-rimmed hat pulled low over his face. Gary frowns. He was almost certain that there hadn’t been anyone there a moment ago. “I’ve been waiting, Gary.”Gary can feel his face paling i...
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