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Write a story about someone experiencing a lightbulb moment of writing inspiration.

Posted in Short Story on Oct 26, 2022

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Half the Truth

Submitted to Contest #46

It was on the day the stars began to die when I first met him. He knew of my future, yet I had no recollection of his past. Somehow, strangely, I knew him. Like one knows a reflection they see in the mirror. Even though he looked nothing like me, I recognized a part of myself as I looked into his eyes…***  I began trapped in the time rift, slowly decaying in my prison, the ship’s oxygen depleting. My reality was fading, and I would soon be erased from existence. I could only hope that happened before I began suffocating. In a few m...

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Simple Minds

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“That will be all for today, Miss Marcia,” my interviewer sneered at me, his eyes momentarily leaving the documents in front of him. “Sit out in the waiting hall, we will have the results soon.” “Thank you for your time,” I spoke softly with a smile, forcing my eyes open and holding back the tears I could feel welling. I am not going to give them another reason not to hire a woman. I was stronger than this, I can take their words and negativity.The hall only had two other people in it, one man who met me in height but was buil...

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The light bulb moment

Submitted to Contest #46

 As soon as the scorching beams of sunlight force the eyes to close a little tighter to compensate the unusual act of her mother, who just draws the curtains to a side to open the window to let the fresh summer air pass through the room. As if a ball of rage has risen in her, as if she wanted to shout out until her lungs would burst, as if she wanted to get back to the same situation she was in, a while before."I was trying to have a nap to boost my thoughts". She wanted to spill out her inspirational thoughts she was having since ...

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Losing Control

Submitted to Contest #46

It was a supernatural kind of day. The weak sun sprinkled the pavement with light and a subtle, modest kind of joy. The wind sighed satisfactorily, as it swept airily through the London streets. Crisp, crimson leaves fluttered around me, the dusty, grey sky was in perfect contrast. They looked tangible, the leaves. As I reached out from my sitting position, a leaf gently brushed the palm of my hand. On the outside, I smiled. On the inside, I laughed. I lifted my hand and groped wildly in the air. That seemed to "scare off" any leaves that ca...

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Reverence

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The wind gently lifts the hair off her back as she bends down to pick up the broken wing off the ground. Brushing the bird droppings off, she surveys the damage of the angelic figure that watches over her baby brothers. “Did they damage it again?” Rachel asked as she comes to stand next to me in front of the headstone.“Last month it was the vase, the month before that, it was a huge chip off the corner of the pedestal. This is supposed to be a perpetual care cemetery!” Cat ground out.“Well it is perpetual care; they perpe...

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A Note in the Dark

Submitted to Contest #46

“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” I mutter through gritted teeth, and shut the laptop lid with force.I push the wooden chair away from me a bit too aggressively, and pace around the dimly lit bedroom, golden streaks of evening light from the window highlighting the warm oak of the desk. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration, gripping a handful of my locks and stare up at the ceiling. After a good few seconds I shut my eyes and let my arms flop to my side in defeat. I push my chair back in far more gently than I had done so a minute ago, an...

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Set Me Straight

Submitted to Contest #46

Melanie Cuurk had a bad case of writers block. It seemed as if all outward or inward flow of thought had been stopped, and she just stared at the beginning of a sentence on a computer screen. She tried to think what she would do if she was a heroine in a novel, but all seemingly interesting or good ideas only lead to dead ends or something that the reader would never understand.She sighed and pushed her chair back as she glared at the ceiling above her. What would Aamina Doyle, the main-character in Melanie's best selling series, 'Trapped an...

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The Black Ribbon

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It was past midnight. Eileen Anthony was sitting perched on her comfortable velvety armchair in her dark gloomy office as she been scolded into working overtime for the fourth time this week. She slurped her latte and stained the lid with bright red lipstick marks that like the weather had turned ice cold. Crickets were chirping in a rhythm and the navy-blue curtains in Eileen's office were flapping as wind swooshed past them. Eileen had been a writer for most of her life but never had she experienced such an intense writer's block. Crumpled...

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3AM Shenanigans

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Names are pretty things. Mine is sharp and soft and a little hard for non-Desis to pronounce, but it’s mine. I’ve lived with it for almost two decades. I’ve hated it, cherished it, and felt indifferent about it. I always wondered. Who would I have been if I was not Neha? My father had told me I was going to be named after one of his grandmothers—either Kamal or Kusum. It had been a long-running joke between the two of us. I couldn’t imagine myself with such a… traditional Indian name. Neither could he. So whenever I questioned th...

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Lights, Camera, Action

Submitted to Contest #46

Roy didn’t like them, not one iota, as his mother used to say. No, that wasn’t true. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. He hated them. He despised them. He… he just didn’t want them in his life any more. The trouble was, he hadn’t a clue as to how to get rid of them. They were like little bugs, little beetles or cockroaches, and they were disgusting. It was up to him to rid the world of the plague they represented. They threatened the whole society, the whole world, maybe. They were repulsive. Downright hideous. He needed them to be gone. T...

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Half the Truth

Submitted to Contest #46

It was on the day the stars began to die, when I first met him. He knew of my future yet I had no recollection of his past. Somehow, strangely, I knew him. Like one knows a reflection they see in the mirror, even though he looked nothing like me, I recognized a part of myself as I looked into his eyes… I sat by the fire gazing up at the fading stars. My mind wondered if I’ll ever find a solution to a spell I dedicated a lifetime to decipher. I let it wonder, listening to the silence. It spoke softly to me, giving me answers I so longed for...

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Eight Hundred Twenty Nine Words

Submitted to Contest #46

   I type rapidly, probably misspelling ninety percent of the words. But the they flow out of my brain and I need to move as fast as I think them up.    The story writes itself in a sense. I check the word count after I use spell check to, you know, check my spelling. Eight hundred twenty nine words. I need a minimum of a thousand to qualify for the contest, so I rethink my whole plan.     I might be fourteen, but in my brain I’ve been writing for years. If you count pieces of paper that star...

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A Musical Inspiration

Submitted to Contest #46

I was lying on my back, on my soft bed, listening to music. The words and beat were dancing in the air from my radio. I hummed the lyrics as I stared at my ceiling, feeling bored and well, lost. I didn’t have anything to write about, no original stories, no original ideas. Nothing. My foot tapped - in the air, to the beat, my body quite literally enjoying the relaxation as well as the music being played. This interested me, so for a while, I sat there thinking about how my body reacted the sounds, rhythm and words that were playing in m...

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If You Believe, You Will Achieve

Submitted to Contest #46

“The more you feed your mind with positive thoughts, the more you can attract great things into your life.” – Roy T. Bennett             I had a decent upbringing; I was treated well and had a loving family, with a few arguments along the way over various petty things. What I was lacking though was drive. People would tell me that I was talented with art, so I considered a career in the art world. Unfortunately, I couldn’t picture it for myself. Then I was told that since I was so ...

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Budding Embers

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Johnny is a tough guy. But he’s also an aspiring writer of sorts. I’ve heard the two don’t usually mix—toughness and writers. But somehow, he makes it work. He’ll jot down poems whenever a bolt of inspiration strikes his shaved head. A tragic event is almost always the catalyst to his art, always has been. And in our lives, tragedy was a tenant that didn’t pay rent. Johnny has always been my compass for right and wrong, since Papa worked two jobs and was drunk most of the time he wasn’t working. Momma ...

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