Writing Prompt
STORY STARTER
Submitted by an anonymous user
Write a short story based in an idealistic suburban neighbourhood.
Try and put a spin on the usual suburban trope.
Writings
The Secret
She looked down at her phone and blinked in bewilderment, stunned that the address her college friend had given her had directed her to a suburb. Hesitantly, she switched on her left blinker and turned into what appeared to be the setting of the film Pleasantville, yet, she couldn’t ignore the fact that she felt less than pleasant about being there. Out of the corner of her eye, she looked at he...
The Suburbs
The classic suburbs
Where people do no wrong
where old folks retire
And family’s bond
But in every household
There’s a secret to be told
Some are very tiny
And some are very cold
But just stop to think
Most murders happen in small towns
Or at least the brutal ones
Where you don’t hear a sound
It’s the perfect place to kill
Neighbors close, they’ll never tell
Body’s easy to dispose
Just throw...
Why Didn't It Take Us Too?
“Good morning, Majorie!” Duncan called from across the lawn to his neighbor, teeth gleaming in the morning sun, “Lovely day, isn’t it?”
Majorie smiled at him as she brought the milk in from her doorstep. It was that forced smile. The smile she smiled every morning, at 8am, when Duncan would come out and blithely shout the same thing at her. Every morning. And it was driving her -
‘Ugh, no matter...
Next Stop Candyland
In a spring breeze, a wooden sign swung idly on one of its chains. It was too weathered and potshot to read with only a capital W and the remains of a lowercase F to be seen. Scrappy hyacinths and daffodils encircled the signpost. I stopped for a moment to smell their sweetness. I wished Mickey was here. Like Mom was, she is into flowers and plants. Mickey would be blowing my ears up about bulbs a...
The American Dream
Bright colored flowers line the edges of the perfectly manicured lawns. Each house a slightly altered version of the next, all coordinating in a pleasing, but bland way.
“Great neighborhood to raise a family!” the realtor ads boast, and desperate young couples flock to open houses trying to outbid the other.
Visions of children riding bikes and playing ball, block parties and BBQ’s filling their...
Dream Hills
A few miles outside of neon cities bustling sin metropolis sat the Dream Hills. The largest of gated communities around the city. Home to only the most wealthy families of the big city.
Remidora or Remi as all her friends called her. Was just that, second child of the Flinn family. Known for making the best clones in the city, father Markus Flinn is one of Neon cities founders. A few hundred ye...
Hutcherson
White House’s lined the streets, with big lawns roses and tulips lining the outside. Blue shutters on every window. Parents walking around with pink, blue, or white strollers. Hair tied up in a ponytail or combed back neatly. Children played chess, & read books. The babies never cried the children never argued. They wore pale pink or pale blue polos white pants or a white skirt, white closed sanda...
Same
I blinked my eyes open, my lips stretching into a smile. It was a new day. A new to be me. I hopped out of bed and pulled on the white skirt and pale yellow polo of my school uniform. I slid down the banister to the first floor with glee, gracefully gliding into a run. I found my mom making breakfast in the kitchen, her gold-spun blond hair up in a messy bun.
“Good morning, Emma!” My mom said chee...
Suburban Utopia
Trimmed bushes.
Perfectly manicured lawns.
Clean painted siding.
Suburban utopia.
A place I call my home.
My home: it is my home.
What is a home?
A pretty little house?
A family unit?
Friends and nice neighbors?
Perhaps.
Perhaps it can be.
But not mine.
My home is where I learned to fly.
It’s the place I flew from—
A nest left behind.
This suburban utopia
Was a cage whose bar...