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Weekly Contest #101
Prompt: Write about a character doing something they’ve done hundreds of times — only this time, it’s taken on a new meaning. “Hey, Lina.” “Hi!” “How are you?” “Good. And yourself?” “Oh, I’m good. What have you been up to?” “Nothing much, you?” “Nothing.” “Cool. Okay. Bye.” The end of conversations usually make impressions, for me atleast. Then later in the day, my mind will slip away from reality before the transcript of my conversations weigh me down. Cool? Great way to end a conversation, huh. Usually it’s t...
Weekly Contest #97
Prompt: Start your story with a character looking out of a window in the middle of the night. I stare at the silhouettes of the trees swaying like choir students. All my roommates lay in beds as still as the silent air. I open the window to let the night pour in. A gentle breeze brushes my unfinished homework littered on my lap. Anticipation sulks over my skin, numbing the time away. The faint glow of the moon is creeping into the west window view. The breeze weaves through the tree trunks causing whistles, chirps and whooshes to whis...
Weekly Contest #94
Prompt: Write a story about someone sticking to a course of action even when it’s clearly wrong The Promise “Willie died. Maybe if I use more water, I’ll revive him? What If I give him more sunlight?” “I don’t think he can be revived with water.” When I was half my father’s height, I witnessed Willie shrivel up on my windowsill, the blazing sunbeams sucking the life out of the plant corps. I realized that my hands are capable of creation as well as destruction. I never wanted to accept this demon again, I wanted it to disappear, leaving me...
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