Your story must include these words; ink, previously, work, breeze, seven, run, delicious, example, spontaneous, barb.
Hi, my name is Mandy. I grew up in the suburbs of Chicago and today I am 19 years old and have just finished my freshman year of college at a Christian college. It was a lot of hard work; but I made it.
I watched many kids run around and have fun while I remained behind and studied. I felt a little jealous when they would bring back delicious smells of left-over food from where they had dined.
Every morning I woke to my alarm at promptly seven. I would run through my morning routine of getting ready for school. I would walk through rain, sunshine and windy breezes to catch the number seven bus.
My life was never spontaneous. Anyone who knew me; knew where I was most times. Today, I didn’t want to be me. I wanted to be free. I decided my first summer break day was not going to be previously what it had been yesterday.
I was going to mentally cross the barb wire and live on the wild side. I started my trip with a stop at the Tattoo Ink store. I looked through the examples of drawings and picked a cute butterfly. I told the artist I wanted it placed on my right ankle.
I then went to my favorite clothing store and then had lunch at a little bar and grill type restaurant. I walked more than ride the bus. I watched the birds and looked at the new leaves on the trees. I smelled the fresh air.
When I arrived home; I was tired, but it was a good tired. As I lay in bed I thought about what I was going to do with the rest of my summer. I wasn’t really sure; but I knew I would be ready for school when it picked back up again.
Start a story that begins with the ending, then immediately jumps back in time.
With tears in his eyes, he was led away by his nephew. His bucket list had been complete and now he can tell the Lord he is ready to come home.
It all started sixty-seven years ago. A baby on the way. His marriage still a newlywed in his eyes, he received the notice. Six o’clock in the morning; he kissed his wife goodbye. He boarded the old, green bus and headed to the base head quarters.
He did everything his best. He scrubbed potatoes, floors and shined his shoes. He crawled under wires, got muddy, did morning drills. He lost weight, he learned to look but not love the enemy.
He killed, he protected, he wrote letters every night. He shared his love for his wife and child with his mates. He learned of the death of his parents and grandmother.
He fought hard, he fought well. He won. He was awarded letters and colored ribbons. He earned pins.
He was old inside when it finally ended. He was less a leg and carried emotional wounds that couldn’t be blended with the new life he lived. He needed care; too much care. He lost his wife. He lost his child. He lived alone.
He wheeled himself to the nearest corner and watched the people walk by. He shook hands with the little children who stared at him. He passed out tiny flags for those who would take them.
He ate alone. He bathed rarely. The radio became his friend. His spirit had partially died. Days turned to nights. Minutes turned to hours. He gave up.
Room 320 was his new home. Four walls, painted mint green, baron walls, a free, black and white television. Friendly faces of people in white visited daily. A man in cloth spoke from the Bible.
A young gentleman with a heart on his shoulder stopped by to visit one day. One day turned into daily and the two became the best of friends. Dreams and hopes spilled over. A soda in a bottle was delivered. Special candies arrived with bright colors.
He was an old man on the outside. He knew his time was short. One afternoon in May, it was a holiday. The friend stopped by early. He changed my clothes. He put on my socks and slippers. He wrapped a shawl around my shoulders. He signed me out.
I saw the bright sunshine. I saw the green leaves on the trees. I saw mothers walking babies in a carriage. I saw the white, picket fence. I saw the people lined up; one after the other.
He helped me out. He transferred me into my wheelchair. He pushed me to the center of the crowd. I touched it. I felt warmth re-enter my soul. I felt memories flood back. My heart felt as if it was going to stop. My breathing slowed. I felt a hand on my shoulder.
” I wanted to help you complete your bucket list buddy.” He smiled. I returned the smile as my hand lay rested on the
One character is trying to sell something to another character. .
Eddie was a geek and most kids didn’t like him because he was different from them. In grade school, he got called on by the teacher more. Kids were jealous, I think. In the middle school, Eddie only had a couple of close friends, who were also geeky.
By the time high school came around, Eddie had it all planned out. He knew what college he was going to plan to attend. He had prepared educationally so that he could receive scholarships to help him out.
He got a part-time job at McDonalds, so his parents wouldn’t have to help him out too much with spending money.
He got a long a little better during this part of his life. He was working beside adults who seemed to respect him; but there were still those kids who liked to pick on him. He tried to ignore him; but it was hard.
Sometimes he would return to his car after work and there would be standing a couple of co-employees. They teased him about not having a girlfriend and having no dates. They started drilling him on what he needed to do if he wanted to get some.
This went on for weeks and then one Friday evening, he got off later than usual. It was Fall and the weather was chilly with leaves falling.
Eddie was tired. He drug his feet a little as he made his way to his car. He couldn’t wait to get home and get to bed. He didn’t see the two when he was nearing the car but as he opened the door; the two jumped up beside him.
“Hey, we got the perfect way for you to get a girl. You will be so glad we thought this up for you.”
“Hey guys, I’m not interested. I just want to go home.” Eddie started to sit down in the front driver’s seat, when the two yanked him back out. Before Eddie could do anything, the one guy stuck a needle into his arm.
“No need to thank us buddy. It was our pleasure.” The two boys laughed out loud and ran off.
Eddie got in his car and left for home. The road started weaving and he felt dizzy; but he didn’t want to stop. He wanted to be home; close to his parents in case he needed help. He looked down at the speedometer. He was speeding way too fast; but he couldn’t lift his foot from the accelerator.
The tree was coming fast but yet seemed so far away. The front of the car slammed into the tree. Eddie’s head leaned into the steering wheel causing the horn to continually blow.
Eddie died at the scene. The autopsy said, drug overdose.
His parents were shocked. They didn’t have any idea their child, who was so smart, would ever get into the drug scene.
The two boys who forced their idea on Eddie were fed Karma the rest of their natural lives.
Your character wakes up in a space they don’t recognize.
Sarah opened her eyes. Although she was surrounded by water; she could see very clear. She looked to her left, out of her driver side window. Three fish were looking at her. They were beautiful tropical fish.
Their cute pouting lips, flowing to and fro; seemed like they were smiling at her. She smiled back. Tiny bubbles floating to the top and delicate fins saying hello; she waved back and then saw her brilliant, red fins.
She looked closer at herself and felt she was the most beautiful fish she had ever seen.
She moved her lips and they understood. They cleared the debris and moving their fins in a rapid motion; the door lifted away and Sarah gently swam to freedom. Freedom from cruel remarks, freedom from beatings and bullying.
Sarah didn’t remember any of her past. All she knew was she was beautiful and very happy.
Write A Story As A News Report
I was going to write about the latest school shooting; but I already blogged about it on my other blog, Terry1954@wordpress.com
I am standing at the corner of Center and Main. Hi, My name is Terry Shepherd and I am reporting on the biggest day ever in our lives about the return of Jesus Christ. The clouds had been lingering all morning, but in the last two hours sunshine has brightened our mood and opened all eyes, no matter where you stand.
Commotion has been swirling as a mighty tornado in this small, ancient city of Jerusalem. People have been lining up on the streets here for days. The news has been broadcasting the latest trend that, Jesus is coming back at 1pm today.
We have about fifteen minutes before 1 and the noise has started to settle. Cameras are going off, children are hopping on the backs of moms and dads. Everyone is standing, shading their eyes, looking to the skies.
Five more minutes. I look around the crowds and try to see the end; but there is no end in sight. I have never been a witness to this kind of event, but I can tell you that even I have goose bumps.
News has jumped softly on this topic for so many years but no one really knows if, wait, wait, listen everyone. Look, up there! In the sky! Is it? Could it be? Oh my God, oh my God. People know we are witnessing for the very first time. Yes, there he is.
Everyone is getting down on bended knees. I can hear prayers being said. I’m sorry folks, I am going to lay my mic down. This is a moment that only each of us can take in, in our own way. Just keep watching the camera.
Write a story today in which the reader only hears one side of the conversation
“I’m tired. I don’t feel good. I will do it tomorrow.” Billy slammed the door and threw himself on his bed. He placed his ear plugs in and turned his music up loud; drowning outside noise.
It wasn’t that long when the door flew open. ” I will, I will! I told you I don’t feel good right now. What? You can’t do that to me! All my friends will be there and they will be expecting me. I hate you!”
Once again the ear plugs in and music turned up. A few seconds later the sound of a rechargeable screwdriver could be heard. The door slipped quietly off its hinges. There was no where to run. There was no more remarks to be made.
There was no more nothing. All that could be seen is a paddle being cracked in one hand and that hand was coming towards the bed. I swear, I never saw a person move as quick as I did at that moment!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll do what I’m told next time. I promise, I promise; just let me go to the party.” Tears fell gently down the small face as the words that were hoped to hear were silent.
Write A Story In 14 Sentences
Gloria was a busy gal
So many friends
Until one day
She grew old
Laughter left the room
Tears filled the walls
Memories flooded the floors
No one seemed to notice
Except; her dog
He lay at her feet
He sat in her lap
He slept in the bed
He sensed her heart
She needed his love.