Hey all! Took a long break to focus on my TikTok account and lost motivation to writeâŠhowever Iâm back! And today Iâm writing a short story using one of chiyoâs ideas!
If you havenât stumbled across chiyoâs writing, please search their user up. Thanks again for the idea.
New prompt: âThe knife in my hand felt as if it was the end to all my suffering.â (Note: include this dialogue in your story)...
It was a dreamscape of world stuck between futurist utopia and anarchical chaos. The lows are low, and the highs. -wherever they are- must be beyond our wildest dreams.
My bodyless awareness follows a young man on errands: picking up a widget in an antique shop, collecting a Motherâs Day card, skyrailing to the edge of the sprawling city. He has a wrestling patch on his bag. While he sits, igno...
The saloonâs door creaked open as the stranger limped in. His boots left wet**,** black trails across the dusty floor. No rain outside**.**
The patrons froze, eyes narrowing. The sheriff rose slowly.âšâYou lost, friend?â
The stranger didnât answer. His** **breath came in rattled gasps**.** He slumped onto a stool, hat low over his face. The bartender slid him a drink.
Ich war mal wieder auf dem Weg nach Bonn. Bonn war die ehemalige Hauptstadt der Bundesrepublik Deutschland. Heute nannte sich Bonn die Bundesstaat Bonn. Man musste das Haupt zwar herauskĂŒrzen, wollte aber dennoch etwas besonderes sein und Bonn war noch etwas besonderes, denn dort befand sich das Bundesministerium fĂŒr wirtschaftliche Zusammenarbeit und Entwicklung und da ich mich von jeher im Umfe...
In a town where everyone was ordinaryâflesh and blood, bone and sinewâshe was made of paper. Thin, delicate, a walking stack of pages bound together in the vague shape of a girl. When she moved, she rustled. When the wind blew too hard, she had to clutch herself tightly, afraid she might scatter.
âIs it strange to say that you remind me of a fictional character?â Sam asked.
âNah. I get that every once in a while. Even from people Iâve known for a long time.â
Sam smiled. âI still canât get over it though. You and one of my favorite fictional characters both wear striped hats. And you both wear distinctive clothes. Well, if you call a bow tie clothes. Then again, what does a cat in ...
I walked through the cemetery, heading to a familiar spot. My mother died a few years ago and I miss her terribly every single day. She had cancer, and we knew she was gonna die⊠but I just wasnât ready to let go.
When I saw her gravestone I sat down next to it, as per usual, âHi mom. I miss you.â I said, solemnly. I talked to her for a few more minutes, before heading to school. It was bright a...
_Authorâs Note: This is an excerpt from a book Iâm making, so please donât worry if the font is different! It is copy and pasted from my own google document! Without further ado, please enjoy._
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âThe light flickers above a man tied down to a chair. His hands are tightly snug around his back, and his expression is knocked out cold. The sound of a door could be heard opening, and t...