Write a story that has two parts: one using past tense and the other using present tense.
Which tense you begin in may dictate when the reader connects the dots between the two time frames.
Laine stood before the graves, the rain cascading down his face, mirroring the tears that fell from his eyes. The cold wind whispered through the trees as memories flooded his mind, transporting him back to the past, to the time when he had met the love of his life.
It was a sunny day, the warmth of the sun embracing Laine as he strolled through the park. And then, he saw her. Emily. Her laughter...
Why did I have two chili burgers before coming to Chrissy's New Year's Eve party? That was the question of the day, the burning question that competed with the burning sensation in my stomach, the one heading south. Having those chili burgers was the worst decision of 2021, and it was about to lead to the worst moment of 2022 and the year hadn't even started.
"Any big plans for the New Year?" Chr...
I had used to cower when my father shouted at me. To him, I was weak and pathetic. Me, who couldn’t lift a sword or string a bow. But he made me. He put the weapon in my hand and forced me to fight him.
He spent his whole life working the weakness out of me, he forgot to love me. His neglect caused hate to root between us. Then, when I finally became stronger than he, he tried all he could to wea...
Blood drips from my hand into the snow. Through labored breaths, I shout out his name, but no response echoes through the trees back to me. I stagger forward following a crimson trail to a clearing where across the way is a cliff. I fall to my knees looking over the edge. I flinch as I pull my hand away from my side and see just how bad my wound is. The air is so cold. It stirs my insides, makes m...
I was walking down the street. Hands in my pocket wrapped around a small box. Inside held an amazing object I picked out just for today. There was a girl named was supposed to meet today at four.
Sadly she didn’t show up I was left hanging at the restaurant. One of the waitresses noticed my sour mood and started some small talk with me.
It’s been five years since that day and I must say I have...
He was my yesterday, my today, my tomorrow
He was my absolutely everything
When he laughed, so did I
When he was sad, I would cry
He could make even the coldest soul melt
Just as he did to mine.
He still is my yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow
Because I just can’t stop thinking about him
Even though he’s not here anymore
He still sends shivers through my core
At the mere thought of his...
Mangled corpses and dismembered limbs lined Main street amongst fallen confetti and tussles of tinsel. Such was the aftermath of the bombing of Buffer on their 30th Independence day, a terrorist attack that targeted the massive parade on this day of would-be celebration. Such was the view of Tyrod Jones.
Tyrod Jones was twelve years old when terrorists first struck. He had lost a sibling and a mo...
My feet crunch as I make my way across the living room floor. The shattered ornaments almost look like confetti that had drifted gracefully to the ground, scattered there peacefully on the floor. Everything here indicates a party, the lights, the gifts, the food. Or at least it did. The string lights now look lie in a tangled mess in the corner, still glowing like fireflies. The gift boxes have c...
She used to wear beautiful bangles of silver. Now ruby red cuts bracelet her wrists. A crown of gold used to rest upon her curled locks. And now scars are inlaid in her scalp under her matted hair. Pristine dresses once hung from her shoulders. Now dirty rags hang there in mockery. Her skin used to smell of fresh flowers. Now bruises bloom where the scent no longer lingers. Her eyes that used to s...
I am walking through the streets beside you with my arms linked together with yours,
Walking a familiar path
Happy with my life and waiting for what our future will hold for us,
But there never was an us,
For you left without a word or message,
I see you walking out my door,
Leaving to go out and see what the world will have in store
And I think to myself,
Could I have changed your mind
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