Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Write a story about a tourist and a local who instantly bond.
What differences could you highlight about these characters that help them become friends?
Writings
Relic- Part 2
Sarah stares at the man as he pulled his hand out of the pocket, revealing a small handgun.
âIâm only here for the sphere, but now youâre in the way.â He said, glaring. âOpen the glass.â
Sarah hurriedly turned to the box, stumbling with her keys.
âOpen it!â She felt the cold metal of the gun touch her spine. Sarah shivered, testing a key. âI- I canât find it!â
âWhere do you keep the fire exti...
Dragonfly
There it finally was - the crummy hotel overlooking Washington Square that Joan Baez sang about. Iâve been wanting to make this pilgrimage for quite some time, desperately wanting follow Bob Dylanâs footsteps any way that I could. I excitedly ran inside to the check-in counter. I gave them my name in a rush, they gave me my room key with a skeptical look, and I half-jogged up the stairs all the wa...
Safe Travels
Jeremy hated tourists.
Their flowered button-down shirts and bold personalities, their strange accents. Everything about them felt so wrong and intruding.
He hated coming across them in his home.
They always walked slow down the sidewalk, taking pictures of things so ridiculous he wanted to laugh. Jeremy caught one photographing the old-run down coffee shop that doesnât use milk when they make...
Ameliaâs Escape
The midday sun beat down on the bustling port of Santorini, casting long shadows from the whitewashed buildings that clung precariously to the volcanic cliffs. The air, thick with the scent of brine and sun-baked earth, carried the cries of gulls and the chatter of tourists disembarking from the ferry. Among them was Amelia, a woman who carried herself with the sleek sophistication of city life, h...
Penny
I took my seat on that airliner jet
A friendly lady who I still hadnât met
Looked my way as a smile lit her_ face_
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I smiled back with friendly grace
We were now inflight
A new friend insight
Conversations of many
My new friend named Penny
As we went on our way
Still so much to say
We made plans to meet
On the towns famous street
That meeting took place
Now a familiar face
We ventured the s...
Murder in the Gilded Age:Family Portrait
Old books and fresh lemon oil, Newport Public Library smelt exactly as it should. Inhaling deep, Susan was suddenly a little girl in Philadelphia remembering reading science books every spare moment. Libraries were cathedrals to the younger Susan. Today, she wasnât looking for sanctuary of a too bright girl, Susan was looking for answers.
She was looking for photos of Benjamin Burton, her dear la...
Train
âIâm so sorry to bother you, but do you know where the train station is?â
The girl looked up from her book, peering over the pages to look at the young man.
âThe Google Maps said it is right here butâŠâ
The girl chuckled.
âI really hate to say this but the train station is underground.â
The guys face turned bright red and he looked away embarrassed.
âI also really hate to tell you this but the trai...
Trauma
Lee didnât even want to think about the end of her vacation. Working in the intensive care unit since the pandemic started was exhausting to say the least. She sat in the booth of a cafe contemplating her career. âMaybe a change of sceneryâ she thought. She could think clearly not understanding the conversations around her. She spoke enough Spanish to get by, however locals in Mexico City spoke to...
Siren
Drew had always been fond of the sea. She lived close to the docks, after all, and as a kid sheâd watch the boats come and go with everything and anything.
But today was different - Drew had decided she didnât want to just watch the boats, she wanted to get an up-close view of the beautiful vessels.
She had been strolling past a particularly large ship when she met Jason, a kind, brilliant, fu...