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I have a writing challenge!
Go to a random word generator, and, well, generate a word hehe. Then write a (very) short story about the word in five minutes or less :)
You can go up to four paragraphs, adding extra minute for each paragraph you write. For example, if you were to write three paragraphs, the maximum time is 7 min!
I prefer writing one paragraph stories :) Btw, when I wrote mine, I hadn't set the timer rule yet so i probably wrote these in less then five min, but I'm not sure.
Blonde
Her hair was blonde, and her eyes were blue. I
was the boat sailing in the blue ocean of her eyes, and I was the warm sunlight
dancing in her hair. When she was smiling, all eyes were caught on the endearing
quirk of her rosy lips, and more than once I wished my own to be caught on hers. It was a love that yielded nothing but was unyielding. A love that made
my heart dance and flutter like a butterfly flying over a field in the noonday
sun. She was my sun, and without the sun, the butterfly would grow cold and
die. It was weak, fragile, and frail. But my heart danced when I saw her blue
eyes, and I dreamed of running my fingers through her sunny blonde hair.
That one doesn't really make sense, because first the speaker's the sunlight, then blonde's the sun. Meh, whatever hehe. I think this is CB appropriate, but it's fine if it's not :)
Escape
A dark pit. If one looks up, they
can see a small circle of light. So small one could hardly see it if they were
not looking. Too small to shed light into the pit, or perhaps the pit is too deep.
Escape. Find a way to escape. Everyone comes to this conclusion by instinct: to
follow and reach the circle of light. Climb the walls. The walls of the pit are
damp and slippery. Try one hundred times, give up, think, and try again. Thinking
doesn’t work. There is nothing next to you in the pit to aid your escape. Your answer
is that you must escape on sheer willpower, by believing the impossible is
possible. You climb the walls and trust you will be able to leave, but you fall
again. The impossible can never become possible. Your escape is fiction. Wake
up.
Well that's depressing...
Have fun writing! Or don't. It's not a rule. ._.
If anyone wants this to be a contest, I can make another version of it on a different thread. In this thread, it's just a (hopefully) fun challenge =)
Any book can serve as an easy word generator. Open the book, close your eyes, and point to a word at random, then take it from there.
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submitted by aqua, age hi "), the person
(November 9, 2020 - 2:47 pm)
(November 9, 2020 - 2:47 pm)
Jump!
An apple. It's red and smooth and perfect. Your eyes flick to it. It would make papa so proud. Your mind is made up, and you jump into the air. Your fingertips, dirty and worn, brush the shiny firetruck-red surface. You jump again, missing it. You slip and fall, hitting the ground. A bruise will blossom there, you think, as you rub your elbow. You squint up, and a bird taunts you from the branch. It hops, shaking the leaves, shaking the precious apple. The apple lets go, falling right at you. You reach your hands out and...You've caught it! As you turn it over, you see that all along it had a bruise.
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Ok, well, I forgot about the timer but I think that was less than five minutes :/
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Moving
The trucks are so worn, so old. Their used surface is almost painful to look at. No, it is painful. You stare at the drawing you were working on--a bird on a branch. An apple hangs from the branch. Tears well up in your eyes, and you draw a bruise on the apple. Then you crumple up the whole drawing and throw it in the trash. What does it matter, anyway? You'll be leaving soon. Moving, they say. Moving. Don't they know what it feels like? You're leaving it all behind--even that drawing, just a wad of paper in the trash can. You pull it out and flatten it. Then you open a box and slip it in. Unpacking it will be sad, but leaving it here is just sadder. Your eyes watch the bikes and cars and scooters zoom by outside the window and you curl up behind a brown box and sob.
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Weeeell I didn't do the timer but I liked using one word to do the stories :D
(November 9, 2020 - 9:00 pm)
Wow! I really like your stories! You're super good at writing :))
And you can change the challenge however you want! If you don't like the time limit that's fine :3
(November 10, 2020 - 11:27 am)
Thank you :D! I love your stories as well, they're so poetic and pretty! I mean, the last one's kinda dark XD but it's good.
(November 10, 2020 - 1:11 pm)
Database
Jane Louis Alder was wiping herself from excistence. She scanned into the clean virtual room and wired off the seal that protected her Life-Button, then clicked it. A funny tingling sensation ran down her spine, so she sat on the single piece of furniture in the room (a white bench) and waited while her memories slowly dissapeared.
Behind the wall, a team of scientests watched Jane as she faded slightly, then adopted a confused expression as she forgot the reason she was in this room.
Jane had committed a crime, and therefor she was paying the consequences.
A couple hours later, a group of white-clothed surgeons removed the computer chip from Jane's Life-Button.
Jane Louis Alder had succesfully wiped herself from excistence.
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This is weird, I dont like it at all.
(November 10, 2020 - 9:49 pm)
(November 15, 2020 - 8:33 am)
i am darkness. i am doom. one day very soon i will suck all life out of the universe and all of reality will be night eternal. the full moon will rise in the sky and the stars will blaze with your blood. my servants the demons and lycanthropes shall topple the cities of good, and the river that ring the world will flow red with their blood. with my armies i shall become the the worst nightmare of every being in the universe. i shall control the strong and destroy the weak. the mortals shall beg for mercy but i shall not give it to them. i shall delight in reducing the paragons of the mortal world to ash. eventually i shall smite everything in the universe and turn it all into infinite, unchanging, pure, DARKNESS. and that is my writing by moondemon!
(December 3, 2020 - 4:35 pm)