Write a story that ends with a character asking a question.
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“Dear Philippe” by ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕪 𝐻𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒𝒽𝑜𝑔
Dear Philippe, How long has it been since I last saw you? Oh… my dear friend. My love. Where have you gone? Do you sit in the clouds, spin a gust of wind around your finger as you watch us from above? Do you long for those sweet-smelling grass plains, for the places we used to sit, your arm around me? My heart aches when I think of your laugh, the sweetest melody, the way it rang like bells in the vast fields… I remember you told me that when you first saw me, you knew you had to be with me. I never told you what had h...
“Do i live or do i dream? ” by Anja Z
Lost. That’s how I feel…in this world of corruption and lies. I think of myself as peculiar but peculiar is only a word to describe this emptiness inside me and how I keep on searching for myself. Myself, now there is a topic to dwell on forever and ever Mom had told me, but now it seems the topic of myself is just a word and with no description to describe it I’m once again lost…Each night I have these dreams these amazing yet most terrifying dreams and I don’t know how to describe it but if feels as if I’m more alive in my d...
“The Julian Maxwell Experience” by Ryan Lieb
“Where the hell is Julian?!” Mickey had reached the end of his patience. “If he’s not here in five minutes I quit. I’m serious.” “He’ll be here, man, he just texted me that he’s on his way!” Caleb said. “He’s over an hour late already! this is bullshit.” Mickey brought his drum stick down on a crash cymbal with a force that would have sent it spinning to the floor were it not secured tightly. Instead, the stand wobbled violently for a moment before settling back to center. ...
“all the time in the world” by Natalie Strawbridge
“Tell us something you’ve never told anyone else.”In any other context, this would feel like a trap. But here, laying on the floor of the cabin Ella has called home for a week, the trouble is not the question itself, but that she can’t think of a single thing she hasn’t told at least one person here.It is the last night of camp, and here in the cabin they are stretching the time as much as possible, refusing to sleep away their last hours together. Lights out was at 10 PM, so they sit in the dark, clust...
“what if?” by Priyanka Thapa
Like every other child I was very close to my grandparents. Especially my grandfather who was like a Santa figure to all of his grandchildren. He used to read us bed time stories, make us swings in the woods and even cook for us some times. Every time he had new stories to tell. Since he had served in the army, he used to tell us stories from his days while in the army. They were my maternal grandparent...
“The bridge ” by Nunga Dorcas Mirande Amalia
One little step, a mere second of inattention and nothing is left of of me but an empty bottle.Its not until the cold breeze brushes my cheeks that i realized i climbed on the edge with no second thoughts.I look down at the greenish river under the bridge ."Why?"Would be first question he'll ask once he sees me there but i wouldn't bother answering because my kiss, my touch and moans will say it all.My eyes leave the river to look at the dying sun and i still remember how we met. The sun was young and bu...
“Keene and the Locksmith” by Genevieve Taylor
We must have made a strange picture, the group of us, huddled on the edge of the cliff, the wind in our hair. But no one was watching, and we weren’t thinking about our appearances. We had bigger things to worry about. “Guys, we have to do something.” Charlotte crossed her arms and shifted her weight onto one foot. “This can’t point back to us.” Milo, for once not cracking a joke, stared down at the two bodies at our feet. There was blood everywhere; we were standing in a puddle of it, and all our shoes were colored d...
“Rain Over Snow” by Lea Sabb
Who knew scent could be such a powerful memory trigger?My wife walked in the kitchen today wearing a scent called Vanilla Sunset. It took me all the way back to college. It took me all the way back. To her. Freshman year. I was so excited to have finally moved out from my little hometown in Michigan all the way to Indianapolis. I was so ready for all the parties and college chicks. Turns out girls don't tend to go for the guys studying Aerospace Engineering. Honestly, looking back, I don't think I would'...
“Only Humans” by Victoria Lendon
Ikrani- What would you do if you weren’t human? I looked out on a dead world. What would you do if you weren’t human? Faced with billions of deaths at the hands of these beasts. A planet once decorated with trees is now littered with filth. I don’t see a distinction between a man, woman, or cow. I see life. There is a simple decision. My algorithm is sure I must pull the trigger. Humans create many thought experiments. One asks if you should pull a lever to redirect and prevent a tram from hitting five pe...
“snoitseuQ and srewsnA” by Joshua G. J. Insole
“Because we’re here.”The words, which had not been casually proffered, hovered in the space between them for a moment; from the mind of one and into the ears and heart and soul of the other.The Questioner took the answer completely seriously. On the surface, it might have seemed like a flippant, even careless answer to what had been an honest, earnest question. But the Qu...
“Just the Way You Look Tonight.” by John Steckley
Just the Way You Look Tonight “I love you, just the way you look tonight.” He would certainly sing those words from the old song concerning the woman he was looking at right now. On a dare to himself, he had decided to go to this all-ages singles dance in the community centre. He felt that he had nothing to lose as there was no one important in his life at the time. Friends and close relationships from his past had all long ago en...
“The Dream” by Erik Meyers
I woke in a sweat. The dream as every night had seemed so real. It was 1963 and my wife was dying of cancer. We had been married 30 years and she had been the love of my life ever since. I saw a partial name in the dream, saw our house in the suburbs in Pennsylvania, but I couldn’t make out the exact name or address. The house was large and rambling, but there didn’t seem to be any children about. I couldn’t quite see her face either, but I knew she was my wife and I knew I was losing her. The sadness...
“What's in a Name?” by Deborah Mercer
“Why can’t we call her Shalimar?” Stewart Lovell sounded far more hurt and puzzled than angry. He was the kind of man who hated confrontation and most certainly didn’t want it now, when his wife Wilma had given birth to the most wonderful and beautiful and miraculous small human in the history of the whole world, ever, only a few hours previously, and he still couldn’t get his head round the fact that he was her father. Looking at his two fantastic girls, he felt his heart and soul brim over with joy.&nbs...
“Glances Through Windows” by Michael Loss
Author’s Note:Hey guys, it’s Michael. Thank you so much for taking the time to read my stuff!I just wanted to give you a head start on what awaits you:This is a complex story told backwards: each section represents an event that makes its way linearly until its end, the following section occurs before the previous event. (Exactly like Memento: a story told from end to beginning)----------????----------What good is trying to look into someone’s soul if the...
“Essential Threesome” by Emilie Scarchilli
November 28, 2220“Do I look like the kind of person who would start a galactic-scale war?” I asked. “A whole war, even if we are only in a simulator?”The Commander just smiled at me, the all-knowing look which I knew too well.“Just because I watch Star Trek doesn’t mean I’m deranged!” I protested. “Their fictionalized technology was outdated long ago.”“Listen, Sam.” The tone was supposed to calm me, but I don’t think it worked. “What do you think the purpose of training is? Ground for indulgin...
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