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Write a story that includes someone saying, “You’ve got this.”

Posted in Dialogue on Oct 27, 2023

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✍️ 52 stories

Hollowmoor

Submitted to Contest #222

Agatha waited for the large iron gates to open for a good five minutes before she remembered that she could just walk through them. A well-practiced ghost would know this but when one is freshly dead, the rules take some getting used to. She noted with curiosity that her heart was currently pounding in her very dead chest. The boys down at the pub would love that one. She could see Ernie now, slamming the table and laughing much too loudly about the prospect of ghosts with working hearts. Simon would lean in and chide Ernie for his ignorance...

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Range Day

Submitted to Contest #222

[NOTE ON SENSITIVE MATERIAL: Story contains references to Mental Health Issues, Substance Abuse, and Suicide/Self Harm] Commotion. Maybe someone’s breaking into the cars again. I pulled my headphones out and laid them on the counter beside the sink. I turned off the faucet and dried my hands, leaning forward to look through the fogged-up kitchen window into the dark outside and craning my neck as I traced the gravel drive from right to left towards the street, checking one after the last like we had ever since the break-in. Beater Mi...

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Sorrow a Loss

Submitted to Contest #222

 That was the day the wind blew wild. The evening sun sinking down while autumn breathed his last and winter was born. That was the day my heart shattered and my world went black. Nobody tells you how hard it is to function with a broken heart.  How you almost feel that you rattle when you walk from all the broken pieces. How you get through your day but its all a blur seen through hazy eyes and a dull mind. You can smile at cashiers and wave back at toddlers and then go home where you retreat to your familiar dark bedroom and sle...

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E. B. White and Me

Submitted to Contest #222

      Every struggling new writer who has just earned a B.A. in English or a M.F.A. in creative writing needs a dose of the career advice E. B. White once gave me. He had very definite views on how to write—what to write about—and how to get it in print.           As a very junior twenty-year-old researcher/writer at the National Geographic Society, I had an L-shaped office nobody else wanted because it held two desks. A scratched and worn brown desk sat in ...

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Out of the Ashes

Submitted to Contest #222

It was her first fight, ever. How did Sienna Sullivan get into her current predicament as she finishes tying a strong knot on her firmed laced ice skates with trembling hands, seated on the metal bench. Looking up and through the plexiglass. The six bodies of her teammates move smoothly across the ice that lies on the other side. Her breathing escalated to a rapid pace. Her heartbeat accelerated against her chest. Repressing the gag in its effort to claw its way into her throat. The ice rink emptied of any viewing eyes except those who are m...

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Anna

Submitted to Contest #222

Sensitive Material Warning: Substance abuse, references to physical and sexual violence, mental health.  Heaven indeed, the valley in early spring. A light wind rustled the trees, tinged with the earthy scent of the paper mill. How lovely, the contrast of the season's chill with the sun proudly bathing the deck where I sat. Why would anyone wish to leave? I tried to shove down the sense of foreboding, and fully embrace the present ideal, but despite every effort, I knew this moment was slipping away. Tomorrow loomed, and though the bu...

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Margot The Ballerina

Submitted to Contest #222

"Mother, my feet are killing me. I have blisters. Can I please skip practice tonight?""Skip practice?! What a ridiculous question! You have blisters because of your new shoes; you need to break them in. It doesn't help that your pointe technique hasn't been up to par. You cannot afford slacking anymore Margot. Now go freshen up."I sit on my bed as I stare at my pink walls. Feelings of melancholy overwhelm me. The days pass, and every day I feel like I am in a body of water. I am drowning underwater, suffocating to death. Every time I reach t...

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Pieces of You

Submitted to Contest #222

"Kid, you're an unstoppable force." My grandpa smiles at me and then reaches for his fork for another piece of his famous chocolate cake."You think so? I really want to get into this school." I placed my plate on the table and fiddled with my fingers."You will get into that school, don't sweat it. But you've got this, it's already written in the stars." My grandpa says with a mouth full of cake._____________________________"Okay, everything is packed. You ready, Gabriel?" My mom squeezed me so hard I swear I could feel the air popped out of ...

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The Shahbaz Mission

Submitted to Contest #222

Orhan watched from the ramparts of the castle as Mehdi galloped away on his white mare, followed by some ten retainers. The emir would be gone away for three or four days to find a new wife, and Orhan felt a glimmer of hope that he, Orhan, would finally be able to complete his mission. It had been a long two months since Orhan had managed to get into the Shahbaz stronghold as an advisor to the notoriously fastidious Mehdi. In that time, he had not been idle. Through careful, diligent work, Orhan had gained a good idea of the layout of the...

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Who's Got This?

Submitted to Contest #222

"I dont' think so" was all I could answer when Ryder asked me if I wanted to go with him to get some ice cream."I just feel like going home ... if that's ok."Ryder nodded then said: "Just thought you might like to celebrate our victory." Ryder and I liked to go the custard stand after our victories to get chocolate shakes. Tonight, I did not feel like it.Our victory. Another victory for our high school hockey team. I have played on the Rochester Rangers for my entire high school career. I can't say I am the best player, but at least in the t...

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The Magic Pizza!

Submitted to Contest #222

Their school day was over. Jennifer Louise still lived somewhere far south of Witchelina, a place she might visit whenever, maybe. She and Darya went home to Jennifer Louise's old timber homestead, where the Blessing family lived. It had been a horrible day for all the Year Seven girls. Two boys, Kieran and Brad, had kiss shamed all the girls, and made a phone map of them. The teachers were cross, and had set up a friendship evening to build bridges. Some of Jennifer Louise's girls in her year had been very upset. Most of them had laughed....

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Heroes Don't Cry

Submitted to Contest #222

"Finnick?"It was Elmyra, I knew. She was worried about me, and not for no reason either. Yes, it was wrong of me to run off so suddenly, but I needed the escape of training until I collapsed today, no matter how unhealthy she always said it was. I had to be better, I couldn't let her down. I couldn't let anyone down.After all, heroes don't cry.I wished I could fulfill her expectations of me. She always believed in me, had high hopes and higher expectations.Sometimes those same expectations felt like a crushing weight upon my shoulders, I fel...

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Two Parts of a Whole - Excerpt from Unpublished "Enemies of Angels"

Submitted to Contest #222

“There can only be one!” She mocked an evil laugh, holding the wooden sword over her sister, who played dead in the delight of her sister’s joy.  “Oh, no!” her sister suddenly cried. The girl blinked and wrinkled her nose as she looked down at her sister, who had pretended to be fainting. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “You’re supposed to be eating,” their mother spoke strictly as she entered the scene, grabbing up the young daughter lying on the ground. “Come, the village has already gathered in the Great Hall to feast.” She dropped...

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I'm Dying

Submitted to Contest #222

You’ve got this.  My eyes are closed. The voice, it’s so vivid, yet impossible to locate. I try to ask for help but simply cannot. My strength is fleeting, being pulled from under me more and more by the second.  I feel my grandson, Nick’s, hand touch mine. Immediately, I assumed the voice was his. It has to be, right? Who else could it be?  Nick’s a good grandson. Always has been. He was the one who would take off work to drive me to my appointments. I always appreciated it, but my guilt never allowed me to tell him thi...

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Ivory Rock

Submitted to Contest #222

Sensitive to first nation people.Land RightsTo my son.The spirit is calling...I cannot lie, but you can! You can lie due to culture. You can lie to yourself, but I cannot. The land belongs to the people who are true owners, its not land rights, it simply belongs to the true caretakers.He said, "Love has hate, hate has love," You love something enough to hate what you do not want and that is natural!So I allow the ancestors to write, trapped from the cultures of their life wanting freedom through this wounded healer.I allow the spirits to lau...

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