Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope you enjoy this fictional short story! She ran down the street, her breathes ragged and heavy. The fog the rested thick and cool along the street. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She looked back, her hair whipping around her in frayed strawberry blonde strands. She …
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It's pretty common for a person to become overwhelmed. There's so much going on in the world, and in people's personal life. This is something that I, personally, am going through at the moment. I'm currently trying to balance graduate school, two jobs and keeping up my creativity. It's become very difficult for me. I …
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I wrote a script for my class a while ago and I thought that it would fit perfectly with this daily prompt. FADE IN: INT. OFFICE- AFTERNOON (PRESENT) Office is bright with lots of cubicles. SFX, Papers rustling and staplers being pressed. BOSS, 57, is walking through the rows of cubicles. There is a …
Over the past few posts, I have tried to write short stories and poems using the daily prompts. Since it's October, I was trying to make more horror/ suspense stories. I've come to a realization. I'm not all good at it. I never really wrote horror before, so this was a first for me. Each …
Urgency, that's when you make the most mistakes. You miss the key details that you love the most. Take it all in, friends! It's one time thing, for Pete's sake. Take your time to be a wonderful host. It's a cool fall night, there's nothing you love more. You smile at the decorations that you've …
She was beautiful, that much he could tell. In an attempt to conserve energy, the writer had opted to use candle light. In the dim light, he could still feel the woman's radiance. His fingers were paused over the keys to his type writer. It had been a shadow that distracted him from his work. …
This is a short story (purely fiction) based on the prompt for today. Just a disclaimer 🙂 I sat by the window and waited. The trees were bare, its vibrant orange and yellow leaves had fallen; now a dead brown. I could feel a cool air wafting from the bay window. There was a small …
