Window Seats

Posted on November 28, 2013 by breachingwhale under Realistic, Short stories

by Alan Osmundson

The landscape passed him in an incomprehensible blur. It fascinated him, how if he focused his eyes in a certain manner, he could tell what he was passing, and how if not, it all merged into a single swath of colors.

His fixation was broken as the train passed over a stone lying on the track, causing a mild but noticeable jolt. As he tore his gaze from the window he saw a woman sitting across him whom he had not noticed before. Her eyes pointed down into a book that appeared to be a fantasy novel. He observed her for some time as she read, an occasional smile rising to her lips, a subtle smile that wasn’t distracting, but just nice enough to brighten anyone’s day.

Then, as if by some act of extra-sensory perception, she looked up at him as he stared back and gave him that same smile, as well as an inaudible laugh. He attempted to reciprocate, but was unable to muster more than an unsightly grimace before she became absorbed by her book once more.

Disappointed, he turned back to the window and let the colors pass by again.

After some time, her voice tore his eyes from the window.

“Where are you headed towards?” Continue reading →

New Man of Moral

Posted on November 24, 2013 by breachingwhale under Short stories, Writing Prompts

by Alan Osmundson

“Ah, there he goes! Hello! Can you hear me all right?”

I struggled to open my eyes, but despite the effort the light only blinded me, and the lids shut again.

“Heavy sleeper, huh? Understandable… that’s understandable.”

I heard footsteps moving away and slowly began to regain my senses. I became conscious that I was lying on my side on what felt like sand, though it seemed excruciatingly rough on my skin. I began to hear a dull consistent roar that was at once calming and deafening. I tried to open my eyes once more, this time only to find that I was hampered by a pervasive pain that seemed to course from my bones to my skin and back again. Continue reading →

Leaves

Posted on November 24, 2013 by YOUFACEJARAXXUS under Realistic, Short stories, Writing Prompts

I have to say, this was somewhat expected. Throughout all of my adolescence, adults have always told me, “Wear a helmet! You think you don’t need it, but some day it might save your life!” As the usual stubborn ass that I was, I refused to listen. Yet here I am, eyes glued to the sky, helmetless head on the concrete, laying limp in a pool of my own warm, trickling blood. My crumpled bicycle is out of my line of sight, although I think it’s gone. So is the car, so is the crying family that saw the accident, the paramedics who deemed me already lost. All gone. Though these events seemed to last mere minutes, everyone has left me here. Continue reading →

The Barrel of Fate

Posted on November 24, 2013 by decnal under Short stories, Writing Prompts

by Declan Quinn. Inspired by the Hunger Games. Response to a writing prompt: “write from the point of view of someone about to be killed”

It was rather unfortunate, really. I thought it was a joke at first. I was surprised to see it at all; this really didn’t seem like the time for jokes, especially one as cruel as this. It was only when I had gone through the bag three times that I realized my fate was set. And from that moment forward, my entire existence rested in the only thing I was given: a butter knife. Continue reading →

Welcome!

Posted on November 23, 2013 by angelaguoo under Blog Info

Welcome to Las Lomas High School’s Writers’ Club. We’re a student-run group focused on bringing the art and beauty of writing to the rest of the school and the rest of the world. Every week, we have different prompts to inspire our writers, and their writing will be posted here.

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Scenic Route 1

Posted on November 23, 2013 by Daxxxid under Realistic, Short stories, Writing Prompts

Written in response to the Death prompt. This piece was also inspired by a true story of a family friend, dramatized and injected with a bit of Gatsby-esque feelings that I had on the experience.

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I came to the new country with hope for a new life. But now, suspended an inch above the water, time stops, and I realize the new life has ended.

The first months were difficult for me. I came with my husband to a land of a garish culture and alien noise. The English that I had learned in school back at home sounded nothing like the street talk here. When I opened my lips to speak, corners of mouths turned upwards mockingly and bade me shut my lips back closed. When I came to my job in the small shop, the pale faces glared at me, and companionship was scarce. But here was the land where wallets swelled larger than the Mother Ocean and spirits rose higher than the Father Sun. If I tried hard enough, I knew, the new country would find a way for me to achieve greatness. Continue reading →

Weekly Prompt: Dying Thoughts

Posted on November 23, 2013 by angelaguoo under Writing Prompts

In this week’s prompt, we asked our writers to write from the perspective of someone who is about to die. Said Leonardo da Vinci, “While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die.” In this prompt, one must explore the mind of someone about to end their life’s journey. How did they die? Where do they go? What are their last thoughts?

New Man of Moral by Alan Osmundson

Leaves by Will Knox

Untitled by Declan Quinn (a piece inspired by The Hunger Games)

Scenic Route 1 by David Xie

El Fin by Jack Joseph