A one syllable story that I did for Creative Writing. I failed with “some-thing” and “always.” Please forgive me. đ
 She was real nice to look at, James thought. He liked to to watch her through the blinds of her coach as it rolled through the town, the wheels loud as they hit the stone road.
By Jack Joseph
For the “begin with ‘the two stood face to face’ and end with ‘in the end there was only one'” prompt. I’d say “enjoy,” but that’s not the point.
The two stood face to face. She was too young to understand thesignificance of the moment, but her parents knew and they beamed. Their little Emily, who had always seemed smaller than children her age had any right to be, was finally walking. As she took one more step towards the mirror and raised a hand up to her twin, her parents looked on with pride and joy. They knew tomorrow would always bring more happiness than yesterday had, and that they would finally have peace.
As the pencil marks on the doorframe got higher, Emily’s mother began to fade. Emily saw her once flushed and rosy face turned into a pale ghost of itself. They had to spend more and more time in the big white building with too much anonymous equipment and not enough smiles. Her father often seemed to spend more time in his thoughts than he did with Emily and her mother could only weakly brush the tears from Emily’s face. Continue reading
This month’s prompts are:
Tell us about the experience of being outside, looking in â however youâd like to interpret that.
The Other Side by Christian Theodossy
Write about fear or being lost.
Time by Angela Guo
Thoughts Before Sleep by Nick Kaufman
Spiders by Alan Osmundson
Isolation: the Only Truth by Jack Joseph
Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a âdo-over.â Tell us about the decision, and why youâd choose to take a different path this time around.
Write a post that includes dialogue between two or more people â other than you.
Youâre at the beach, lounging on your towel, when a glistening object at the waterâs edge catches your eye. Itâs a bottle â and yes, it contains a message. What does it say?
Valentine’s Day
Lantern Festival by David Xie
Dangerous Love by Maya Asregadoo
Untitled by Michael Lutzker
It’s not that she had a fear of flying. It was more a fear of the hypothetical, the What-Ifs that swarmed the cabin and stuffed themselves resolutely into the twin turbine engines under the wings. They had an annoying habit of lying dormant, those What-Ifs, at least until the very moment she settled in her seatâalways, always by the windowâand buckled her seatbelt. Then, suddenly, as if the metal catch were a trigger, the What-Ifs were there, springing out from behind her tray table like jack-in-the-boxes, rubbing their grubby little hands together with the conniving hedonism of fruit flies. It was easy to sink into those What-Ifs. Fortunately for Janice, in business class, it was also easy to order a scotch and soda. Continue reading
A collection of six-word stories, inspired by Hemingway’s original, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
Maya Asregadoo: Empty chair at the dinner table.
Angela Guo: Her suicide note: “They did it.”
Will Knox: Goodbye Mission Control. Thanks for trying.
James Paules: I was born. Then I lived.
Here’s my heart. Some assembly required.
David Xie: “Love.” Just to hear the sound.
Declan Quinn: One shadow, two shadows, one shadow.
Jack Joseph: Gray people, always moving, never resting.
Paige Bautista: Her blood stained his empty hands.
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