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STORY STARTER
Write a short story in which the main character loses something they are desperate to find again.
Create a sense of urgency and importance to what they have lost, and think about how you can develop your story to build up to the moment they find this item.
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Sofia Matthews felt like she was floating—in the worst way possible. Her head felt like she was spinning in a million different directions and as if her stomach had been left a few paces behind. How could this have happened? Her father and brother were by her side just a few seconds ago, and now she was lost amidst the chaos of overly upbeat families, and the endless waves of roaring roller coaste...
We met in biology class. 2 weeks after school started. I didn’t even notice you at first. Then my friend Lilly told me about the new Australian guy at school. She said he had long brown hair and he was in our first period. The next few days I watched. I listened to you talk and I thought you seemed cool. I really wanted to get to know you, but I’m not exactly known for my social skills. One day, I...
(TW- slight violence and language)
I always have been a forgetful person,
I think back to the steps I took when I last
had the item I now need in this moment.
This time I know that won’t help me.
I lost this thing forever and I can never take it back, find it, or see it ever again.
It’s nonexistent now.
The pieces I glue onto myself to fill the gaps.
They can only do so much.
They took a...
My heart lost my body like my body lost my soul
Where you found me I don’t even know
In between heaven or stuck inside of hell
Each moment a broken memory of love and loss that finds me screaming at the top
Of my lungs
Falling
Down
Down
Down
You were afraid to hurt me, but you stayed anyway
You were afraid to trust me, but you protected me anyway
You were afraid to love me, but you loved me anyw...
I sit in a tree. the wind is blowing around me, cool on my burning cheeks.
I lean my head against the branch, my body feels heavy, like its made of metal. And it’s trying to trap me to the earth, trying to stop me from flying.
The wind is getting colder and colder, and I have the feeling that my bones are freezing inside me, slowly chipping away, in tiny frozen pieces…
My eyes are now the only thi...
In the vast expanse of night,
we were like bright stars,
Boundless and burning,
Our love, a constellation,
each kiss a point of light,
connecting us across the cosmic canvas.
But time, that relentless wanderer,
slipped through our fingers,
like sand escaping an hourglass.
Our orbits shifted,
and distance grew,
until we were mere flickers in the void.
I watched you fade,
a dying star,
your br...
"Daniel, would you mind grabbing my tea cup for me?" Nana says to no one. I don't tell her that Daniel isn't here. She's having one of her weird memorie losses.
"Daniel, grab the sugar too. You know how I like my tea."
She forgets the ask and returns.
"Mimi, dear, let me do your hair. In one of those cute braids I used to do on your mom."
I scoot over so she can do my hair. I wear a mindless,...
I wish I could have saved you,
My tortured poet,
You cut yourself to ribbons,
Screaming for help,
You were an inspiration,
Screaming your pain,
You had a fire inside you.
I would take the pain away,
If I only knew how,
I would stop the bleeding,
If I could take the hits instead,
I would.
Heal every wound,
Take your place,
Make everything better,
Keep you in a case,
If it kept you safe.
...
Before you read this, you should know that it’s a rough draft for a school refugee project :)
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October 7th, 1942
To whomever may find this,
My name is Liora Lynne Rosenburg, and I am a sixteen-year-old Jewish refugee from Poland.
I write this letter with a heart full of gratitude and sorrow, for it was just a year ago that my mother was taken, and father killed before my eyes b...
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