The One

You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?


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A World Without

Title: A World Without

Prompt: You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?


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That Fateful Day

Title: That Fateful Day

Prompt: Take the first sentence out of a random page in a novel and use it to create a story.

Sentence: “His laughter followed me out into the night, like velvet rubbing along my spine.” – Club Vampyre, Laurell K Hamilton.


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Story Excerpts

This is something I wrote a few years ago. It was a short paragraph meant to lead into a story and make the reader feel something. I still somewhat like it, and I’m working on getting out of my writer’s block so this might help


The wood felt cool beneath his fingers, and he shuffled his feet in the dirt beneath him. His heart pounded in his throat forcing him to swallow the lump of nerves that came along with it. This was it; this was the big moment that he had been waiting for. He couldn’t blow it, because he knew that there was really no other option left for him. His shoulders shifted as he stretched out his arms in anticipation. The chalked outline helped him to line up his feet as he faced down the demons that stood in the form of a 6’3” pitcher donned in a green jersey. He shucked a breath in through his teeth, his body hunching down into a squat. He was ready. The ball was launched from out of the opposing team’s fingers. He cocked his arms back and swung.

Head Turners

Feet pound the pavement
Destination in mind
I walk with sure strides

Determined, I move forward
My steps can’t be broken
A hum that sings of morning

People mull around me
I glance to my phone
An act to check the time

That’s when I hear it
Soft speech of words
Odd syllables of sound

Private words are perfect
In public they seem strange
I hear all around me

They don’t seem to see me
Can’t fathom I’m engaged
I listen to what they’re saying

The words cause a falter
My steps no longer sure
Yet their talk moves steady

The sounds stick on air
Causing my head to turn
A moment of pause before I move

An unintentional conversation of privy
Caused a wane to occur
How very odd

 ~Johana Spade ♠

 

Masterpiece Theatre III

I’ve got a new disease in me
It floats just beneath the surface
Lost in a world of hope and lies

Gone on a wayward wisp of breath
Separate from our very worlds
The plague of harsh realities

It is not something you can see
An ache of a thought in my mind
It’s something that shifts through the leaves

Dwindling strength found deep in my bones
I cannot feel air anymore
Yet I know I must continue on

~J. Spade