“Please follow us to the hot spring, Dilly!” one brightly colored nag with an ivory horn jutting from its head shouted to me. Oh no, not this shit again. Every night, ever since my older sister forced me to watch that stupid cartoon, these dreams have haunted me routinely. “For god’s sake, leave my dreams already!” I shouted back in the non physical … Continue reading Ronald Dillinger’s Night Out
John Smith was a man from New York. He grew up in the city, and rarely ever communicated with others. He played no sports, and preferred to stay inside and read books alone. At lunch he would sit by himself and read. He would only talk if spoken to. Eventually, John graduated from high school. He got a basic office job … Continue reading A Life Lived
CHAPTER FIVE The next morning is filled with yawns and groans as I groggily go along. At lunch, I was woken up by a teacher and received a stern lecture about how today’s generation spends too much time staying up late partying and playing on our “doohickeys”. I just nodded my head in agreement, apologized, and kept going about my business. … Continue reading The Show Must Go On: Chapter 5
Ian Curtis was born on July 15, 1956, in Stretford, Lancashire, England. He grew up in a working-class household with his parents, as well as a younger sister. Growing up he won many awards in school, and took up an interest in poetry. At age 11, he was granted a scholarship into Macclesfield’s Independent King School. After graduating from the school, Curtis’ family … Continue reading The Life of Ian Curtis
Prompt: Normand walked out the front double doors of the building, breathing clean air, taking in New York’s beautiful scenery for the first time in 25 years. Required objects: shotgun, horse, basket, jungle gym. The fresh air hit me like a brick wall, cold and rough. The sunlight warmed my skin like the heat permeating off of a campfire. The bland … Continue reading Trading Prompts: A Long Ride Home
I had little qualm with my family, only regrets. I never got to say a proper goodbye to my father before he went off to war, I never stood by my mother as she passed into oblivion, and the list goes on. I was recently reminded of her when I received her final wishes. I could almost hear her voice as I read the letter. … Continue reading Inheritance
“What the hell?” I said recovering from my unconsciousness. I scratched my head as dried blood flakes float off. I look around noticing broken beer bottles and empty McDonald’s bags scattered across the dirt and bug riddled ground. The smell of sewage and Donald Trump’s toupee flooded the dark alleyway and curdled my stomach. I look to the right of me to realize there was … Continue reading The Night Not To Remember
I rolled over as the sunlight peered through my curtains and pried open my eyelids. I let out an exaggerated yawn and threw my arm over the lovely lady sleeping soundly next to me. I kissed her soft forehead. A smile crept from ear to ear. “Good morning beautiful.” I said, with a morning grin, to my wonderful wife, Olive. “Good morning Kelsy.” She replied … Continue reading The Girl Next Door
Prompt: You are in Mr. Dugan’s creative writing II class and you have to write 1,200 words on anything, but must include. Must Include: Words Sentences Paragraphs An actual plot Story: “Alright ladies and gentlemen,” Mr. Dugan starts his creative writing II class the same way he does every day. I don’t know why I took this elective. I hate to write and I’m the … Continue reading The Trading Game: The Blink by Mr. Dugan
For this assignment, students wrote a scenario and list of objects and then traded with another student who wrote the story. We call this “the trading game.” Prompt: You are 17 and have convinced your parents to let you move out. You know you cant do it alone so you put out an ad for a roommate. Once finding your roommate you realize there is … Continue reading The Trading Game: Mystery Box By Dylan Wise
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