Write a short story about someone heading home from work.

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“A Fortuitous Meeting” by Ashley Fernandes

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*This story is inspired by Dr. Seuss’s story of how he experienced rejection by twenty-seven publishers. He was taking his manuscript home to burn when he took a different route instead of the usual way to his house. On that road, he ran into an old school acquaintance who happened to be in the children’s publishing industry, and he showed him his manuscript. All because of that fortuitous meeting, Dr. Seuss went on to become a bestselling children’s author.'If I'd been going down the other side of Madison Avenue, I'd be in the dry-cleaning ...

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“Parking Lot Encounter” by Jess Schira

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Christmas was only a few short weeks away, but the weather didn’t seem to have gotten the message. Instead of snowing it was like someone had failed to completely shut-off some giant cosmic tab allowing rain to drip steadily down all week. The result was that even the holiday decorations were wet and depressing. The dismal weather was taking a toll on everyone. People were shorter tempered than normal. If something didn't change, it was going to be a miserable holiday season.Carolyn’s shoes slapped against the wet sidewalk while her mind wan...

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“James Would Have Never Survived” by Zara Noor

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James' car whirled around a corner, seeding up to soon join the usual intersection where he waited an hour minimum every dayIt was the routine. Every day, tired and feeling excruciatingly low after work, he spent from seven o'clock till eight o'clock on the road, half of the time taken up on this very street.He was sick of it. Especially today. James The Boss, made him not only write up a report of the finances of the company during the whole year, but also made him do (as he did every two days) his personal frivolous activities which meant ...

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“The Caffeine Bandit” by Vaibhav Sharma

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There was something about skating through the empty streets at two in the night in a bus that had a calming effect on Ian. Such was the nature of his work that he usually left his home just when people were tucking themselves in for a night filled with dreams. And he preferred that. The anonymity that the night offered him was quite welcome. He still remembered when he had taken his first bus ride after a night like this. Ian was then just starting out as an amateur thief. Or a stealth-artist, as he liked to believe. In the months ...

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“X marks my Home” by Smudge Himmel

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The wind was blowing. It was almost always blowing. When you were a pirate, you always wanted it to be blowing. It was just one of those things, innocuous things really, that life on the sea made you accept as normal. Of course, it was worse if the wind was blowing against you and it was awfully hard to tack when in a dinghy. I pulled on the oars. The chest was empty, at least. I had just been to the X, dropping off our last shipment of plunder. I liked calling it a 'shipment' because it was somewhat of a pun. The crew always moaned whenever...

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“Field of Sunflowers” by Diana Black

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Finally, Friday had come and gone. The weekend was here. Even though Jonathan had to stay in the office till 9:30 at night, he was thrilled to go home. The moon was gleaming in the jet black sky. As Jonathan was walking around the quiet block to get to his house, he saw a trail of something brown or maybe even red on the floor. Upon further inspection due to his inquiring nature, Jon determined that the trail was a path of blood. He followed the dark red path that ran across the grey concrete sidewalk, allowing it to lead him into a dar...

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“Country Pod Take Me Home” by Shantesh Patil

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She missed the motor pools that she used to share on the way back from work, until just a decade ago. Ever since personal pods had become the preferred means of transport she wondered if she was the only one who had ever enjoyed them. She pressed her face to the fiber glass that covered her pod, to try and catch the eyes of others traveling on parallel lines. The pods however whizzed by too fast for her to make any real contact. It was at the interchanges where she had the only real chance to remember a face. As the years went by and the sys...

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“Let your guard down” by Shaun Calvert

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There was an excellent view of the city from the top of the central watchtower. Standrew, or Stan to his friends (which only included his mother and a number of innkeepers) had spent the last hour watching the city and barking orders down the stairs. It had started as a normal shift, delightfully boring. Then things had gotten upsettingly exciting. There had been reports of shambling undead in the holy quarter, then the sun had blinked out of existence, plunging the world into darkness, which of course started riots and all manner of crime w...

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“THE UMBRELLA” by Russell Waterman

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THE UMBRELLABy Russell Waterman Londyn Conway brought his umbrella everywhere. His fellow clothiers likened it to a proverbial third leg—it was always with him, but rarely used. The umbrella was a family heirloom he recently inherited from his late father, Robert, a stuffy businessman who spent the majority of his time schmoozing clients and attending banquets. Londyn drooled over it as a child and dreamed of one day owning it himself. His father took it out only on special occasions to help close deals, otherwise keeping it safely tucked aw...

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“Chance Meeting” by Jessica Bell

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Tired from his day at work, George found himself fighting his insomnia again. He stepped out of his office and to his car, fumbling with his keys. He found himself still aggravated by his superior, who had the nerve to brag about his fancy new car. George looked at his old Pontiac and even though this car annoyed him with the oil leak, it still run and got him to work every day. "Well not everyone has extra money coming in from their rich parents. Stupid Richard. Always likes to brag about his money."George thought this to himself, grinding ...

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“Coming Home to the 5th” by Carrie Bancroft

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In the midst of his 111th miracle of the day – the restoration of vitality to a bird that had flown too close to an electrical wire – the archangel Zenzekial looked up suddenly, releasing the re-enlivened bird as he did so. “Good Heavens!” he said, wiping his sweatless brow (not being embodied, he didn’t actually sweat, but he enjoyed pretending). “Could it really be sundown? The day has gotten away from me!”He had a sudden misgiving. “Undo that,” he added quickly. “What I meant to say is that the sun is now setting. Just as a...

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“V For Victory” by Stan Allen

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The stranger only received bills as change. He dug into his pocket for a coin and dropped the only one he had into the tip jar beside the cash register. Thieves stopped people from leaving tips on a table. Kay watched him to see if her extra efforts would pay off. They didn’t. ‘Only one small coin; cheapskate.’ She continued to wait on tables, but much of the enthusiasm had left her face. She smiled at customers, but it wasn’t a warm friendly smile. Being part of the job, she went through the motions automatically.At the end of her shift, Ka...

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“At the Bus Stop” by James Townsend

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Nancy dragged the toe of her right sneaker in the loose gravel on the edge of the curb to hear the scraping sound it would make. It was hotter out than it should have been. And the bus was always late. She lost her job today.Her foot made a trail in the dirt. She stomped her left foot and erased the trail again with her right. Drag, stomp, drag. She shuffled a bit and made a new line with her left foot. Drag, stomp, drag, shuffle, drag, stomp, drag. Repeat.Her boss had been such a funny looking man. He had thick glasses that made it hard to ...

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“SARA'S DAY AFTER WORK.” by Shaji Nilofer

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"Ms.Sara! Make sure to submit the reports of the students tomorrow" shouted the principal from a little distance. She turned to see his tall lean figure with spectacles and his hair perfectly combed. He's a friendly man but strict when it comes to work. Sara nodded and bowed with a tiring face."Without fail, Miss" he smiled and made his way to his car. " Yes Sir! I will. Have a nice day" she bowed again managing to put up a smile on her lips hiding her exhaustion from work. She watched her principal's car roaring through the school gate...

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“Hollow Life” by Lois Beloved

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LENOX HILL HOSPITAL, NEW YORK CITY, THE U.S.EDNA TREMONT"I'd rather have the truth, please," I began, taking a seat and crossing my ankles. My voice sounded weary and anguished, defeated and broken, despite the beauty everyone claimed I possessed but could not see.That was what beauty was, in the end. Superficial, as all things were."Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it," quipped Nathan Parker, the head of Cardio surgery. His alert grey eyes watched me carefully, assessing my reaction boldly."They would, Doctor Parker. I...

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Write a short story about someone heading home from work.

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✍️ 81 stories

“A Fortuitous Meeting” by Ashley Fernandes

“Parking Lot Encounter” by Jess Schira

“James Would Have Never Survived” by Zara Noor

“The Caffeine Bandit” by Vaibhav Sharma

“X marks my Home” by Smudge Himmel

“Field of Sunflowers” by Diana Black

“Country Pod Take Me Home” by Shantesh Patil

“Let your guard down” by Shaun Calvert

“THE UMBRELLA” by Russell Waterman

“Chance Meeting” by Jessica Bell

“Coming Home to the 5th” by Carrie Bancroft

“V For Victory” by Stan Allen

“At the Bus Stop” by James Townsend

“SARA'S DAY AFTER WORK.” by Shaji Nilofer

“Hollow Life” by Lois Beloved

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