Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Write a story simply titled 'The Alternative'.
What could this story be about?
Writings
The Alternative
I stood on the bridge looking down at the vast sea below and how it shimmered in the darkness, reflecting the moonlight.
Tears rolled down my cheeks one after another as the memory of that evening replayed in my mind.
Coming home from work. Changing my clothes. Making the decision. Scribbling down a note for Sebastian to find when he got home. Getting in the car. Starting up the gps and last but...
The Alternative
(Quick and Short.
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Worlds upon worlds, realms and dimensions of all sorts of different ways to explore the unknown and find out more. More about this theory known as never dying. Never dying is the only goal. Itâs a town secret here in Pinkwan County. Where everything *was* pink. Thereâs about 30,000 people who live here. Only about 100, maybe 200, people a...
The Alternative
It's the same thing.
Over and over and over.
Look around, and you'll see dull eyes which have lost their delight, a monotonous voice, blank features with no real focal point, shuffling footsteps, and the occasional, but rare, miserable sigh.
The highlight of the day, which brings out at least a groan, is the morning.
Every morning begins with a choice.
All of us have been instructed to c...
The Alternative
âjacklyn? Are you ready?â David strides down the hallway following the smell of Shea butter and roses.
âBaby are you ready for dinner?â David pokes his head in the bathroom and watches her curl her hair. he smiles as he takes in her focused face.
âI feel you staring Davidâ
David giggles âyoure just so freaking beautiful Erin.â
Erin smiles and gets up to face him. âWell do like it?â Sheâs w...
The Alternative
In a world where all options need to be evaluated and reassessed before making a choice, knowing your alternatives is primordial. It is often what can save oneâs life.
In a world where alternatives matter more than gold, it is rare to see a soul unbothered by their choices, untouched by bouts of stress and anxiety. However, that is how James lives their life. Their decision on living away from ...
The Alternative
There are some people in this world
Who are perfect.
Perfect hair.
Perfect face.
Perfect smile.
There are people who are good at everything.
Sports.
Music.
Painting.
Writing.
Singing.
These people are smart.
Never a grade
Lower than an
A.
These people
Everyone knows
Their name.
These people are loved.
People want them.
Hell, people want to be them.
This is the main character.
Then thereâs ...
Alternative
She couldnât look in the mirror. She was afraid of what she might see.
She was used to her dirty blonde curls. Not the blank face monster that would look back at her.
She chanced a glance at the mirrorâs reflective surface, slightly clouded with age.
She had to quickly divert her gaze back to her feet. It wasnât her. It wasnât her.
The black face in the mirror. The glaring, silver eyes.
It wasnâ...
The Alternative
You see me as worthless,
angry,
and narrow minded.
You discipline me,
ignore me,
and treat me with no respect.
You never try to understand me,
reconcile with me,
or hear my words.
You taught me to hate myself,
to let words burn me,
and to not respect anything that I am.
You were supposed to teach me,
Help me,
And let me learn in my own time
yet you left me with no hope,
no love,
and...
The Other Side of Me
A new day has risen, but am I still "her". The other one inside me, I stare at the ceiling not wanting to look in the mirror. I'm scared to see my face to see if "she" is still a part of me. The shock came my face as fast as I looked up; such long dark firey red hair hang in my face. Dark maroon colored my lips up against the firey red of my skin
I've never seen this side of me before and I know ...
The Alternative
Before speaking, the narrator gave a deep breath and sighing as he flipped through the script.
I, the narrator of this narrator going to narrate this, will let the narrator continue.
âComing to his senses, John realized what he had done. His mind scrambled, thinking about what to do after this. Should I escape, wear a wig, live my life as an old lady? He thought, but laughing at that idea a mo...