Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Your protagonist is visiting their relatives, when they realise that an important family heirloom that was entrusted to them has gone missing.
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Writings
It’s Not Yours
“Salnida Roenaris!” The chef called, raising the greasy wet bag in the air as he approached the counter.
“Finally!” Salnida rose up in excitement.
She ran to the bag and snatched it from the counter giving her gratitude as he returned with a grin.
Although Salnida loved Hamz N Pamz, the line is usually light years long. It was exhausting to watch customers walk by with their fresh aroma of h...
Insurance
It had been years since we’d gone to see my uncle. Partly because he lived out in the middle of nowhere and partly because he and my dad didn’t get on. But dad was gone and mom said we needed something from uncle Orion before we hit the road for the summer.
Pulling off the main road was like entering a horror film. Paved road turned to gravel and the trees grew so thick that day seemed to turn to...
Crimson Knight
‘Release me! Peter !! Release me!’ Grey bellowed
The crown Prince scoffed at Grey with a mocking smile. He continued dangling the claymore around as if it was a toy.
‘You don’t even know how to address royalty…? Maybe I should beat the teaching into you.’ Peter said
Grey was currently being restrained by the royal guards. Even with the little movement he had, he still looked like a ferocious be...
Christmas Sack
“What do you mean gone?” said Nick.
“Like a ship in the Bermuda Triangle.” said Steve.
Nick paced to face the dining room wall. He stared at the grains on the wood. “Do you have any idea how bad this is?!”
Steve finished his shot, then poured another double. “Bad? You hate the gig. I figured you’d want to find the guy personally to thank him.”
“How is this a good thing? It’s seven days before...
Edith’s Bracelet
“What a pretty bracelet, dear!” Jane said, smiling. “Did your mother leave you that?”
“Oh, yes!” By a good fifty years, Luca Jackson was the youngest in the room — her father having just gone out to pick something up from somewhere. She twisted the new bracelet around her wrist, and then realised that something was missing.
Great-Great-Aunt Edith’s old bracelet, the one that had been passed from...
The Calmer 5
“Angus! What a lovely surprise!”
“Hey Mum sorry I didn’t call you beforehand, I just need to pick up something from my old room…”
“Nonsense, I don’t mind. So nice to see you. Have you eaten? Oh you feel skinny. Have you lost weight? Are you eating at all?”
I chuckled as I pretended to roll my eyes.
“Thanks, that’s good, likewise, yes, no you’re just hugging me way too tightly, no I haven’t, y...
EAR RINGS AND MOTHERS
We were all eating dinner when I happened to notice it. I had remembered that I was wearing a pair of my mother’s old ear rings to try and impress her. My mother was a cold person who hardly ever left the house. A lot of the neighbors even joked about her being a witch behind her back. It was quite a thing that she would even gift them to me. But now i noticed one of them was missing.
My little ...
Whether You Like It Or Not
“Mother.”
Deloris hadn’t been home since it happened. The castle wasn’t the castle she had grown up in, for it was now dusted in the corners and any feeling of homeliness was torn from it. She and Mother sat in the dark dining room, nibbling at raspberry pastries and tea.
“Deloris.”
Mother looked tired. Deloris watched as she motioned her maid from the corner, asking for more tea a...
The Frame.
“Gran?” I said stopping suddenly as I crossed through her living room that made me feel like coming home every time I visited her. It should be something that I did more often, I knew this but of course being the kind and loving person that she was, she never held it against me. “Gran!” I said again louder so that she could hear me from where she was busying herself in the kitchen, always wanting ...
Family Affairs
The empty space on the mantle was obscene. The photographs lovingly placed there amongst handmade Christmas ornaments, filled every inch of space except for the center, where an urn had rested only the night before.
Chuck stood there with his beer in his hand and could only stare. He wasn’t the type to stir the pot, especially with family. Navigating family issues was preferable to the mine fiel...