Write a story that unfolds in reverse order.
Begin with the ending and work backwards, revealing how the final situation came to be.
This story will unfold in backwards order. The author will publish words that they deliberated over but ultimately accepted because what word choice could be better than their own? The words that come from books, and teaching moments, and experiences with outhers. The carelessness and haste that they were initially written with, just trying to reach some arbitrary word count goal. The product of a...
the day ended happy
With pink and red hearts
Chilling with pizza
Talking about their lives
This is definitely not my best work, but I tried thats what counts. Anyway I hope everyone has a good day today! I’m going to be hanging out with some of my friends today so YAY! And my brain is blank now sooo byeee...
An Innocent Invitation
Liliana Watson’s cold body was found in her bedroom.
The twenty year old lived with her family, but they were away overnight for her sister’s surgery. She was home alone.
A ring of ligature marks adorned her neck. The ultimate cause of death was asphyxiation.
Her body had bruises. Dark purple and black. Her fingernails had blood and skin underneath them. She fought back before her demise.
I sigh in defeat.
I’m never going to figure this out. Not like this. Notes with big erasure marks and crossing out in front of me.
I need to do this for James.
Closing my eyes, I walk through my memories of that day. The day my best friend died.
I left the party around 10:20 pm. I know that since my curfew was 11 and Bobby’s house was about 30 minutes away from mine.
So whoever kid...
Will You Stay For It? All of It?
“I’m sorry for killing you,” I said on my deathbed, the hospital’s heart rate monitor beeping steadily like a timer counting these final seconds.
“Don’t say that.” Leif chuckled and shook her head dismissively. “Think of it more like… I’ve lived through you.”
I smiled tenderly, feeling her presence with me. Then I suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion. I didn’t fight it, but I felt terrified. Even ...
It’s Your Fault!
The two fell hard on the dry grass, breathe knocked out of them.
“Did we……did we make it?” Charlotte panted
“I…..i think so….” Casper gazed at the
night sky, lined with an array of stars. All the running made every inch of him sore.
“And……the witch died?”
“Maybe?” He wheezed, “I mean….there was a….whole tower crumbling down at her….”
Casper remained where he was. On the ground.
Kinda the prompt kinda not
Read it backwards
Foreard kinda makes sense but kinda does’nt
“Im coming mom”
I take the step
The river is far below me
She was my constant and now…
I can’t live without her
I stand on the edge of a parapit
It should have been someone else
She was the kindest most loving person I knew
Its not fair.
I watch her slowly die, the only person who was there for me
I start to realize, a little too late, it really wasnt all that bad. As the wind assaults my face, not allowing my eyelids to make way, my mind races faster than ever before. I’m just falling. Nothing is holding my being down anymore. There isn’t anything that I long for, no thought to eat my mind away, no farce I wish undone. I haven’t stopped to think in a while about the ceasing of unbearable n...
The cold is what really sealed the deal and ruined our family. It went straight through to the bone, and it was hard to keep warm even in the house. That winter was the figurative straw that broke Josie’s back.
Her movements had been slower and slower those last few months. She could hardly keep up with her big sisters as they played in the yard.
There were spots of fur that fell out and left ...