Writing Prompt

You find inside the worn brown suitcase a single slip of paper, folded messily. You check the pockets for anything else but find nothing. You are temped to open the paper.

It could be love letter, or a letter from a loved one. Or maybe it’s just blank.

You unfold the tattered parchment to find three words written in sloppy red ink.

He

Is

Dead

You flip the paper over and look for anything else, a...

The tag on the blue suitcase said it belonged to “Shelly Sinister”. Daniel eyed the bag that resembled his own from wheel to handle. A piece of lost luggage wasn’t going to ruin his vacation. He’d been saving for months. He never got to go to the beach. He unzipped it with a zurp sound.

Inside laid what seemed to be a radio control drone with wings and helicopter blades, complete with a tablet as...

We were going to be late for my sister Alexis's Christmas Eve dinner and it was all because of Glenn.

“Dude. My sister doesn’t care what you buy her. She doesn’t even really drink anymore.”

Glenn shook his head. “Naw dude I need to impress her.”

I rolled my eyes. “Jesus. For the last time. She’s not going to leave Becca for you. Come on dude get your head out of your ass.”

“Found it.” Glenn s...

“Ugh. Finally.” I huff, as I slam my ever aching body down on the hotel bed.

“Six hours of travel is never fun.” I place my phone, keys, and wallet on the night table, and grab my luggage, lifelessly attempting to pull the shiny silver zipper around the large suitcase.

I swear my gut told me something was wrong. But I was so tired I just ignored it.

As I whip it open i notice immediately…

Th...

My best friend, Abigail, and I landed in the Bahamas for my 18th birthday get away. She was 19 already, but we wanted to wait to travel until I was 18. We grabbed our bags from baggage check, and headed out to our hotel.

Unpacking was a bit more interesting though. When I unzipped my suitcase, instead of my bathing suits and flowy dresses, it was packed full of stacks of $100 bills. Abigail and ...

It was between floors 7 and 8 that my trunk began to howl.

A moment before I was chewing on my lip, shifting from one foot to the next, while imagining a dozen starts to a conversation with the only other person in the elevator—a handsome young businessman with a heavily dimpled smile.

But when the screeching wail from my luggage let loose, I skipped past the pleasantries and jumped into his ...

This isn’t mine, I thought with a sinking feeling in my stomach. Now I had a stranger’s suitcase with who knows what. Things couldn’t be worse!

So I rifled through it, for kicks. Couldn’t hurt.

I was surprised, however, when I saw a bunch of IDs and a few disguises. What gives? I looked at the tag: maybe that was the real ID of the owner of this duffel.

It read a name that seemed made up. But wai...

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I sighed, while opening the suitcase I thought was mine. I just got back from my trip to Texas, and ended up grabbing someone else’s pastel yellow suitcase. Somebody just had to have the exact same luggage set as me. The only visible difference was that their zipper was broken, and mine was not.

I examined the case, hoping to find a phone number or name, but was un...

“Well this is just great!” I’m standing in my childhood bedroom (more like a shrine to my childhood), and looking down at what I thought was my case. I didn’t even get a good look at the case just the mammoth sticker on the top and instantly grabbed it and ran outside for my Uber.

“Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!” I look around the room hoping that if I stare at something long enough my case will magical...

Bad. This was very very bad. All my stuff..... gone, all my precious items...lost. My notebooks with all my story ideas, my laptop. Everything, my entire carrier as an author in that bag. Breath, just breath.

My hand goes to the unopened luggage and i tug the zipper open, maybe there’s something I can use to track down the owner, maybe they made a mistake too and grabbed my bag. The rooms freezin...