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STORY STARTER

You are a recluse who never leaves your apartment. One day, a shocking event forces you out into the street.

Describe how this type of character would feel whilst in their home, versus being forced to go out.

Writings

Recluse

Just as all your other days starts, you get up from your bed, brushed your teeth, cooked an instant noodles, and started to scroll through TikTok. You’ve never been out your apartment ever since your parents died, all you have to eat is instant noodles that you receive through delivery. Your money is running out, hence you planned to work for a month. There is a diverse range of jobs available for...

I Washed My Hair

My hair smells of violets

I got the good shampoo

I did some of the little tasks

I was supposed to do

I’m clean and somehow

Now my mind is too?

A shower actually helped?

Wow, who knew!...

Helping Sasha

I don’t get out much, but I’m perfectly fine with it. Order in, work from home, avoiding the outside is kind of my thing. That’s why at this moment my…skill is helping me survive. at least I think it will.


First everything around me starts shaking. I’m talking shelf’s, beds, lamps. But what concerns me is when the ground starts shaking, hard.


I crawl to my window and look out to see panic on t...

A World Ablaze

My world is both infinite and 800-square-feet wide. It consists of a kitchen, a dining nook, a bedroom, an office, and a gaming colosseum, where I, as DarkZion99, destroy an endless army of noobs on CosmosBrawl II™ with my legendary DeusInfinitum Sabre and Armor. Those on the NA23 server look at me like a god amongst casual players. I’ve never in my life received such love, respect, and admiration...

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Agoraphobic

I was awoken by the phone. The landline phone that was only used for emergencies. I didn’t get calls on that phone. The only one who knew that number was…

I scrambled out of bed. And I nearly ripped the whole thing off the wall.

“I can’t leave.” I said when I heard breathing. “You know-”

“Momma is dead.”

A roaring started in my ears. If they found her then I would be next. I didn’t tra...

Self-Isolation Gone Wrong

It may seem bizarre to you, when I say that I haven’t ventured beyond my own threshold in many years. Long before the likes of Covid 19, I was convinced (still am) that some kind of pandemic would happen and the only way I would be safe was if I stayed in an environment alone. It no longer worries me, this obsession of mine. I don’t much care for people or what they think of me. This age is ab...

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Russian Fever

The upper West Side neighborhood in New York City are the epicenter of affluence. Pre-war brick brownstones and over-the-top retail stores define the character. That's why Garret Masterson bought an apartment after graduating from NYU.


Growing up in the Back Bay area around Boston he was always around money, expected money, craved money and the power it delivered. Summers in Marthas Vineyard and...

On The Outside

Last night I heard a strange noise. It was like someone screaming , but it didn’t sound human.


‘Bloody kids. They could turn their TVs down before they go to bed.’


Of course I went back to sleep. I mean, what else what I supposed to do.



This morning however, things got very strange. I ended up doing that thing. The thing that I swore I wouldn’t do all those years ago.


It all began with a ...

Breathless

There was a process to leaving her apartment. Any sound from the elevator triggered a sweat storm and multiple trips to the toilet before the door handle was even turned. Creating just the right time window was imperative to protecting her time at home. Not too early so that there is no place to hide before work started. Not too late to impact what time she could end her shift and go straight ...

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Home

*Knock knock knock*


Repeated on James’ door for several minutes until he finally pushed himself up off his old, far past its prime couch - vibrant red many moons ago, it was almost grey from decades of cigarette smoke and wear. He grunted heavily as his body found and upright position and his feet found a rickety path to the front door of his apartment.


He peeked out the peephole. It was dirty,...

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