🏆 Writing Competition LIVE! -💰 $100prize

Writing Prompt

STORY STARTER

Write a story which contains a character busking.

The busker does not have to be the main character, but their place in the story must make sense.

Writings

Vultures

Vultures circled overhead,

I am unable to run,

Soon, I will end up dead,

Torn to pieces in the sun.


An ocean of merciless gold,

Devoid of water and food,

Ready for the night’s cold,

A sandstorm brewed.


I’m not sure if I can cope,

Wounds under my torn shirt,

By now I had lost hope,

Dying in the desert....

A Busker’s Misunderstanding

I didn’t mean to stop and stare like that - but I couldn’t help it. It was
 hypnotic, to say the least; every word rang out harmoniously, every note resonated vigorously - yet, despite all that colour, it remained calm in nature, his words eloquently cutting away at my worries and distractions till all I could do was focus on him.


Alas, it didn’t seem like the world wanted me to feel such peace f...

Chaos In The Streets

It felt like the city that I had come to call home was burning at the seems. As I walked past Flinders Station and into the heart of Melbourne, I was confronted with group after group of protestors. Some were holding placards with the premier’s face blacked out or with devil horns; some were chanting obscenities about the lockdown, twisting the larrikin charm I had once found so attractive into so...

7
6
A Spin On The Spheres

It was decided, everything needed to be just like at home, there down below as it once was. High above, the Terran—-heavy, looked sadly at the brown ball rising above the horizon. He didn’t notice the Lunarians, who two centimeters above the tiled floor, gamboled by. He clenched his Underworlder pass and heard a friendly monotone voice ask, “Welcome to the Lunarsphere. May I see your pass?”


He ...

1
5
Last Chance

Shane used to love his job. It wasn’t the best job, nor did it pay a lot. But the small stationary shop was perfect for him. It was located on a shopping strip that got a decent amount of foot traffic. He loved being able to meet the many different people who would come in. Some were regulars who he had gotten pretty close to over the years. Most were new to the strip in general and would stop in ...

1
3
All Nighter

“Stand clear of the closing doors please”


It was reaching dusk

When meli realized she was

At her stop


“Oh! Sh-ieeeet” she said

Clumsily hurrying

off the train



Commuters like her,

Had either falling into

a deep abyss

Or stood hovering over

Seated passengers

Scrolling up and down their phone

Screens

She was one of the seated victims

Who sqoze through

Zombie-like bodies

Just to get off t...

Change

Sipping her coffee, looking around the city, she finally relaxes. It took a long time, money, and lies to get here, and she still wasn’t know if she made the right decision.


No, she cannot keep second guessing myself. Second guessing and doubt are what trapped her in that relationship. Oh sure, they say “just leave,” as if to was that easy. Every time she tried, she was promised change.


Ch...

The Tramp Lady

I was rushing towards the exit when I saw her. She stuck out because she was out of place. Head to toe clad in some garments which looked tattered and torn. Shoes in her hands. Mascara running and hair drenched in rain water. Was it a wild night out that did it to her? The sea of people were flooding in and out of the modern tube lit by contemporary art and collage work. There were hues of red, y...

24 Hours

Orange begins to flood a warning through the sky as the suits began their descent to their offices. Just 20 minutes before, the morning birds were my only audience and now I can set myself up to be ignored. The streets are darker than normal, dirtier even. The same dark malevolent buildings tower over me, cold and distant like the people inside them. I’ve been here for a year, as of yesterday. Thi...

5
But You Listened

The busy rush of Tokyo's station has hit hard this morning, crowds amongst crowds of people walking through in a haste to get to school or work. Pushing and pulling their way through the station without a blink of acknowledgment to any buskers, especially nineteen year old female me.


My fingers dance across the familiar piano keys in soft presses, gentle thrums against the heel clicks against gro...

6