Write a story that spans exactly a year and takes place in a single room.

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“White Room (Part 3)” by Trinity Womack

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“I think it’s time that the patient’s parents are allowed to visit.” Nurse Madison said, pulling him aside. Doctor Todd shook his head. “I still don’t think the patient is ready.” Madison gave him an incredulous look. “It has been a year. I think that is a long time to make them wait.” He looked at his watch and saw the date. She was right, it was exactly a year now. A year ago, his...

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“Dear diary ” by Oasis Romem

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24.9.1985Dear diary,I feel ok, my body is hurting a bit and I'm a little shook, but my mind is ok. How could I let them take me? I can't remember exactly what happened.. they are keeping me locked in a samll room, its claustrophobic but I've been trough worst shit than this. I know they are searching for me, it's gonna be ok.Ethan.12.10.1985Dear diary,I'm trying to be positive, but the days are long and the nights are even longer. my family... my family must be losing their minds wondering what happened to me. It wasn't my fault, I was just-...

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“With Her” by Ellie Yu

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springThe year starts in February. Their year, to be exact.Because it’s Spring Festival, the day when they make food together and pop firecrackers together and tell old myths that spin long into the night. Because she spends the day with her children and feels their smiles light her up brighter than the sun.Because today isn’t just another day, but a celebration of it. Because the world keeps spinning, and time moves on, and she was born to love this deeply. To walk hand in hand with life, her life, these lives beside her. Forever. Always.su...

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“Death in Blood” by Kaleigh Montague

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Author's note: I want to apologize in advance because this story isn't the best. I ended it early because in my mind it worked out perfectly but I couldn't execute it the correct way. This isn't my favorite story, and I was on a time crunch as well. I'm going to be working harder on the next prompt to provide more quality stories. This story just sucked, and I'm surprised if you read it at all. Again, my apologies if you continue to read!!! An old luminous creaky police shack stood eerily a mile from the Alverson house. Spiney moss travel...

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“525,600 Minutes” by Christina Reynolds

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Bhagirath Singh, the new first-year surgical resident, didn’t think he would ever get used to the smell of the Emergency Room—or the lack of the respect from the jaded nursing staff. All the nurses seemed to hate him. True, he sometimes had a hard time finding a patient’s vein. True, he didn’t always leave the supply room in pristine condition. True, he treated the nurses with disdain, but he was literally operating on only a few hours of sleep. A nurse scurried up to him. No rest for the wicked, he thought. Even on New Y...

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“Into Madness” by Amelia Bowen

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There was nothing but the plaster hanging sullenly above my head. Nothing but the birds that warbled their tunes in competition to the wanderings of the wind. It seemed a worthless hobby, no matter how listless, to try with your own melodies to rival the wind. The wind is an entity, yes, but it would shock us all to feel it whisper, as it does, with coherence. If the wind speaks it is the voice of God. If the flowers wave their heads to its voice, they are the puppets of nature. Such were the musings I entertained myself with as I lay useles...

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“The barrier is ME.” by Holly Fister

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TW: suicidal ideationWarning: This is not a tale for children or sweet old ladies from a bygone era. I don’t know if it’s even a story, more like a blip on the line of history. But for me, it was everything. I don’t want to waste your time, so I’ll cut to the heart of it.holy shitI’m in the pitThis was my first poem about my postpartum depression- pretty epic, right?! No, I’ll be the first to admit it was completely depressing, but you’ve gotta admire its brevity and unambiguous message- I was stuck.While my daughter cheered “Paw Patrol is o...

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“Tears are Ticklish” by Nina Thompson

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Tears are ticklish. In the vague, unsatisfying way that a self-inflicted feather can be. I cry quietly, no sound escaping my mouth, occasionally feeling myself shake. I am rocking on a boat setting sail for no place in particular. I am lying in a bed of moss in a hazy forest. I am nursing a cup of tea, bathed in the soft early morning light of my future apartment. I am anywhere but here, my boxy safe haven, suddenly not so safe. Or is it still safe? Is it me who is unsafe? I’m the one leaving, toppling the raft, spilling the cup of cham...

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“July 25th. ” by Jamie Avocado

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"Welcome to Starbucks, how can I help you?" a peppy barista asks. "I'll have a cake pop, thanks." "Sounds good! Flavor?" "...birthday cake." "Is is someone's birthday?" "Mine." "Happy birthday!" she exclaims. She pulls the cake pop out and hands it to you, along with another chocolate one. "Birthday girls get two, right?" You half smile, then half laugh. "Yeah, thanks." She nods, and waves. You pay and head out the door. "Back again! Want another cake pop?" Day two of Starbucks. "No, I'll have an americano." "Sounds good! Any accommodation...

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“Roma, Child of Mars” by Amanda Fox

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In June, when she first arrived, walking the length of the room took almost thirty seconds.By July, Roma was able to walk the length in just ten seconds at a leisurely pace. Gravity was a bitch, she’d decided early on. The most basic movements proved much harder for her on Earth. Her body eventually adjusted to the increased gravity, but maintaining balance and simply moving were exhausting.The scientists, who Roma regarded as little more than captors, visited almost every day to run their tests. They were always covered ...

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“Robber Baron” by Rachel Loughran

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It was a cavernous room, three storeys high with a soaring, skylit ceiling and hundreds of ornately framed paintings crowding the walls. The house had been built in 1899, with this room a conscious echo of the illustrious Mrs Astor’s ballroom, though considerably smaller. While the old Astor mansion had been torn down in 1926, the Carroll House, a few blocks North, remained sentinel on 5th Avenue, guarding the old ways from the crop of luxury apartment buildings springing up around it; scarcely filling the foundations of the gilded age mansi...

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“Playtime’s Over” by Monica D

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The same four walls. The same roof that covers them. The same creaky hardwood floors, so thin they could break. The same cuffs on the benches that their parents had broken out of so many years ago, leaving them wondering what they did to deserve this.The room is frozen and small. The same small room isolates two kids in the dark, as there is no light switch in sight. And if there were a little switch to light a spark in the bulbs over them, they could escape this tiny room and blend into the regular human population. They’ve tried to leave u...

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“Just A Kid” by Julie Ward

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If I leave this room, I’m dead. At the beginning, when people were getting sick and the restaurants were closing and the schools shut down and people were fighting each other for toilet paper, I didn’t care. I didn’t care because it wasn’t real. I just kept going about my business because there was business to do. See, when everything goes to shit, people want their weed. Then they want other shit; coke, pills, heroin, meth. Desperate times and all that. I’m here for them.Mom would follow me around the room, waving a...

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“The Old Normal” by H Bolton

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The boardroom was the country club’s underused dining hall, with the tables pushed into one long, larger shape. The little tables coming together to become a single, theoretically better one - that was probably a good metaphor for the eight people sitting around it: the homeowners’ association. Their job was to better the neighborhood, to think as a joint mind, to solve the problems of dropping property values. Marty liked to call them superheroes of lawn-height. Jim said if the group had done anything, they had done too much. What the neigh...

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“The Judgmental Ceiling Fan” by Pasupu .

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Humans have always been judgmental beings. That is why they have assigned me the role of a ceiling fan. My only job is to look down on people because I cannot control the speed at which I turn. It is all in their hands. Those knob heads control me with a knob. And for the past ten years, I have been judging them as the ceiling fan of the Government Utility Bill Payment Office. Last March, I heaved a sigh of relief. For some reason, they were shutting down the world. This meant that the household ceiling fans had to work overt...

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Write a story that spans exactly a year and takes place in a single room.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 210 stories

“White Room (Part 3)” by Trinity Womack

“Dear diary ” by Oasis Romem

“With Her” by Ellie Yu

“Death in Blood” by Kaleigh Montague

“525,600 Minutes” by Christina Reynolds

“Into Madness” by Amelia Bowen

“The barrier is ME.” by Holly Fister

“Tears are Ticklish” by Nina Thompson

“July 25th. ” by Jamie Avocado

“Roma, Child of Mars” by Amanda Fox

“Robber Baron” by Rachel Loughran

“Playtime’s Over” by Monica D

“Just A Kid” by Julie Ward

“The Old Normal” by H Bolton

“The Judgmental Ceiling Fan” by Pasupu .

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