Writing Prompt

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌

𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖻

𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉

𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗋𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗄𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗌

𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋...

Mack is the name, fixings the game. I’ve fixed a lot of things. Cars, phones, furniture, give me an item and I’ll give you a price, but today, today is…different.

“Can you fix it?” A young man, maybe twenty asks. He’s normal, blue eyes, fiery red hair, pale, and lean. But for some reason he was different.

“Not if I don’t know what it is, red.” I raise an eyebrow at the odd contraption, it ha...

A quaint, rustic shop lies just off the road of a lesser known street. It’s sign sways to the breeze of an autumn evening, revealing elegant words that spell out, ‘Oswald’s Trinkets’. A traveler enters off the cobbled stone just as the shop keep flicks a dusty lantern on. Interested, the shop keep’s attention is drawn to the entrance, squinting at the traveler. The hilt of her longsword pokes out ...

“You sure is ugly,” Jerri mocked. “Why are you so ugly?” She sat down the grimy fortune teller toy on her counter and returned to her box of treasures. Rainbows from the dozen chandeliers hung from her ship’s ceiling played across the vintage windup. When Jerri left HR to open an antique shop she hadn’t counted on so many early mornings or so many spiders. Carefully avoiding the annoyed wolf spide...

The day I received a poppet was a day just like any other—partly cloudy, birds singing, and a beautiful breeze drifting through the trees.

Perhaps bad things are destined to happen on days like those.

I stepped outside and let out a heavy sigh. A rusted, dent-battered car sat beside the shop. The owner complained of a busted car engine, but I could tell many other problems were going on with it...

Just some morning in my passed father’s old repair shop, man that place’s filthy. Cleaned it up a bit, picked a few needed necessary items that may help my repair shop, too many of these nasty rusty items, it’s been too long since I’ve been here. I took a break from this job for 5 months not expecting much to change but much did change, items everywhere, things I hadn’t seen ever before, it was we...

“Ok, hand it over.” I say in my normal monotone voice that I use for work, not even bothering to look up. A little hand clock is slid over to my side of the desk. “What needs fixin?” I ask, still uninterested. “I was just wondering if you could reshine it a bit.” A female voice says from somewhere above my head. I inspect the clock, even though I don’t need to. “Sure thjng. It’ll be just a minute....

Sometimes things have a life of their own. I knew that the second this camera was mysteriously at the shop door. Some part of me recognized it but the rest of me did my job. I cleaned it. I opened it. Suddenly, I opened up the bottom compartment to see photos pop out. They were black and white photos from back when I was practically 16. I looked at the photos deeper and realized, they were mine! I...

Oscar raised the tiny, ornate toy to the exposed bulb hanging over his desk. It was a small silver tin car with comically large wheels and a too-bright cherry coat of cherry red paint. It was an ugly thing really, poorly made, and garishly inaccurate o the real thing. But Oscar was not in the business of critiquing other people’s inventions, he was simply the man who fixed said inventions when the...

When I got to the repair shop this morning I was working on a white ford raptor and it was leaking oil so I was trying to find a wrench to fix it with then it got me thinking who created the wrench and how they planned on using when they had the idea or if they meant to create a tool or if it was an accident...