Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by Chelsea
A woman finds herself the heir of an estate, and quickly learns that money is truly the root of all evil.
Create a short story where this is the central plot line.
Writings
No clear Waste
Money isn’t the root of all evil because if I had money I would be so happy. I would buy land and put all the people dislike on islands and slash their throats with lime and splinters from saw dust and beat the silly with silly putty and put put putt them beat them up and wringle their heads with radioactive acid...
The Lady Of Sickleham Manor
Sickleham Hall, ghostly pale, dominated the lush Irish hillside. Her attorney Hal Croydon narrated the property’s assets and liabilities as he drove towards the drive. Ignoring the older man’s droning baritone, Geraldine strained to catch a better view of the estate, her estate.
Geraldine could feel each and every beat of her heart. Six weeks ago, Geraldine had been fishing through her sofa’s cus...
Empty
I don’t know who
Or why
But I miss…something?
I think I miss the touch
That I dream and read about
Or maybe
The love that people gave me before
We fell out.
Even if it was fake
I just want
Arms
Holding me.
Tightly.
Close.
Making me feel at home.
Feeling safe.
I’ve never
Felt
Safe.
Or at home.
I want that....
Time
I find time for you.
I _make_ time for you.
But when that time comes
For us to call
I text and you don’t respond at all.
I wait
And wait
And wait
And wait
Because you are worth it.
But am I?
Am I worth your time?
I feel like you aren’t trying.
I don’t know
Am I selfish?
I rarely do this…
I just don’t like that you use me
My time
And text me when I can’t call
Like you are tryin...
Evil Money
Sarah is a ordinary woman who lives upon her own. Even though the life is no easy, but she is still positive. One day, Sarah took a walk on the street as usual. There were two men standing on the sidewalk, when Sarah came closer, they treated her respectfully. “Ms. Sarah, my lady, you’re selected to be heir of your grandfather’s estate. Please follow me to the company.” The man said. “The company ...
Empire Of Dust
An empire of dust, built on a lack of trust
Ill-fated inheritance, with no substance
Hereditarily cursed, with an insatiable thirst
For riches untold, allowing all else to implode
Not even gaining, the whole world or retaining
Her own soul, It was her own future she stole
And her children’s, who are far from heathens
They all believe, praying for everlasting reprieve...
The Golden Cage Of Fortune
In a picturesque town, Sophia's life took an unexpected turn when she inherited a grand estate. Excited yet apprehensive, she moved into the lavish mansion, eager to explore her newfound fortune.
As she settled in, Sophia noticed a shift in her relationships. Friends she had known for years started treating her differently, their eyes filled with envy and greed. One day, as she walked through the...