Writing Prompt

When your childhood isn’t normal the people you look up to aren’t either. For Pluto Chambers it was Lovely Moore; despite the commonality of strange, uncommon names like Pluto and Lovely in The Garden, Pluto couldn’t help but feel Lovely’s name was particularly fitting for her.

Long ginger hair, and a face splattered with orange-brown freckles and angry brown eyes. Always so angry. Justifiabl...

Karie Linden was a huge fan music, so much of a fan that she had posters of her favourite band, The Cloudy Day, all over her room.

The lead singer, Jaxon Grey, had been her celebrity crush for ages.

She always dreamed of the perfect meet-cute where she would be at a concert, and he would pick her, and only her, to come up on stage with him.

She knew this would never happen though, her dream was a ...

Mom I’m going to the coffee shop as a walk to the coffee shop I see my idol justice with her bodyguards so I follow her. As I follow her I realize she is going to the same caffe shop that I am. When she sits down at the table I get so excited and says hi calm me but she rolled her eyes and says ugh pesants what do you want? I am surprised but I say I’m a fan calmly can I have a photo with you? Bu...

Laurie sat at the same table in the same coffee shop every morning, 9am on the dot, with her laptop perched at just the right angle to avoid the incoming glare from the sun.

Everyone who frequented this particular coffee shop knows that, from between 9am and 12pm, this table was Laurie’s, and that she was hard at work writing a novel. They knew nothing else about her, and had spoken no more than...

HANNAH

The smell of coffee hung in the air, making my head throb. “Avery, how come you chose THIS coffee shop? You know how sensitive my headaches are.” I touched my hand to my forehead tenderly, wincing at the pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Hannah! I totally forgot.” Avery gave me her “sorry” face, with her upturned eyebrows and sad puppy eyes, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. I sighed and glan...

Life is anything but extraordinary. And every time my fingers lightly tapped upon the keyboard I found myself transported to various worlds day after day. And for an unextraordinary young woman, it meant the world for the longest time for me. Quite literally.

I found myself writing stories upon stories and occasionally a little bit of fan fiction here and there. It might seem odd to some about ...

“Um, are you sure you’re God? You’re a lot shorter than I expected,” I glance over at the 9-year-old girl in the unicorn t-shirt sitting across from me. She slurps some strawberry milk and gestures for me to drink my coffee. I take a sip and try to swallow my disbelief.

“People call me lots of names,” she starts to count her stubby fingers, “Creator, Supreme Being, Deity, Idol. If you like the w...

A bright smile beams on my face when I see him. “Hello mister Faron. I’m a big fan of yours. I can’t believe I’m actually seeing you here.”

My friend and I always imagined meeting him someday, but not like this of course. We imagined meeting him the day one of us became a famous journalist. Whoever became so lucky to interview a famous author such as him, was required to introduce him to the othe...

Is this real? Is he actually here? In my coffee shop? I never thought I would see him in person. His smile was even more infectious up close. My heart started racing. Why didn’t I take more time on my hair this morning? No, calm down, if I start to freak out then he’ll think I’m just some fan. I have to play this cool.

I pretend to be busy in my phone as I make my way in his direction. I give hi...

6:00 AM

Right on time, I enter the coffee shop. This has been my place of work for years. Every day, same time, all to schedule. I set up shop for the day and turn the sign on the door to say “Open.”

As people come and go in the shop, business slows down for a bit. I count the cash in the register while I have the time. I hear the bell of the door.

“Welcome!” I shout from the count...