Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
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Write a story about a character who regrets volunteering for something.
Writings
The Pick-up Job
Mid-morning sunshine broke through the blinds and woke me from a halfway decent sleep. I'd slept in later than normal. My one day off this week had been bookmarked for sleeping and rotting. It was glorious. A couple of errands to run at my own leisure with plenty of time for coffee breaks in between. It's the small things in life. My phone was on the charger so I roll over to grab it and see if I ...
Flesh
A throbbing bass line pounded the walls of Flesh. The strip club was dim except for a few ornate chandeliers. Cheap seats in the center and VIP banquets on the perimeter, each patronâs face glowed red orange in the faux candlelight. Back stage was dressing rooms and assorted play areas. Flesh, a members-only private club, had only human staff and a select Android clientele. In a dark corner one of...
The Regret of Elias Marlowe
Elias Marlowe had always been the type to say yes. To lend a hand. To step forward when others shrank back. It wasnât courage exactlyâmore a compulsive need to prove himself useful, valuable even. So when the town council called for volunteers for an unnamed âspecial project,â Eliasâs hand shot up before his brain could catch up.
He regretted it the moment he saw the box.
It sat in the center of...
Volunteer Hours
âVolunteer Hours?..â Dianne read off of the corkboard.
Emelia groaned. âOf course we have to do this. Why did you even make me sign up for Honors Society?â
Diann huffed angrily, looking back from the corkboard. âThey get a free trip to Cedar Point at the end of the year..â
Emelia leaned over Diannâs shoulder intriguingly. âOh. Yeah..â She sighed. Emelias blonde hair intertwined with Diannâs ...
Ungrateful
Hello sir, my name is Fred and thank you for allowing me to help out on your project. I like doing volunteer work for our military veterans that have served our country. What is it that you would like me to help you with?
Come inside Fred, Iâm Jim and this is my wife Sandra. Hello Sandra, letâs go into the bathroom.
I need the water lines run to my new vanity and the surround needs to be instal...
begining of the middle
Ten stuffed another donut into his mouth. "No, I just think its a job for someone-"
"Okay. stop." Iris held up a hand to shield herself from the powered-sugar-spray, face twisted in disgust. "She made her choice."
"Yeah! I made my choice" Masha parrots. She twirls, skirt spinning like a small whirlpool. "Besides, it's not like I'll get caught."
"That's what they all say." Ten smirks and takes a...
Trail Of Broken Hearts
God I wish I hadnât volunteered to be the person to break so many hearts. I volunteered to early and now itâs too damn late to back out. Chrysanthemum, my darling is one Iâm terrified to hurt now. Iâm afraid to tell her how I feel, for fear I may tear her heart out as I continue to fall. Too many have told me to confess. To confess would be to give myself up and how am I to do that and stay just a...
Pile of Trash
I wish I didn't have to be here.
I struggled with all my might as the tentacles pulled me down into the trash pile below, ready to swallow me whole right then and there.
I had been volunteering at the landfill for almost a week now. It's not like I had a choice; I had had several misdemeanours and two felony convictions. "Now get a life," I remember the officer's last words when I left prison ...