Hostile in the hostel_Nepotism_The Creatures_At No Time
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Hostile in the hostel
Week 17Write about someone who books a bargain vacation, only to be told when they arrive that they need to share a hotel suite with a stranger.Elise needed a getaway...someplace rich. Or at least with things to satisfy her rich tastes. She was livwww.onedoor.ccing in the sticks without so much as a department store to get your retail therapy from, and it was getting old. There was no place to wear her designer gear, no shop for a makeover, no ladies who lunched...none of that. Just a hippie town with a lot of artisans that shunned labels and high heels. She was an oddity, and stuck out like a Louis Vitton ...
Nepotism
Part I As I climbed the subway steps at 8th and Market Streets my phone rang. It took a few minutes for me to get service. By the time I was halfway at 8th and Chestnut Streets, my service was back at 100%. My phone beeped. The caller had left a message.I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to retrieve the message. People rushing to work walked around me, complaining. A man walked into me and didn’t say anything.“Well dag! It’s not like you didn’t see me!” I yelled at him!“Get out the way! People are trying to get to work!” The man yelled back.“Ugh! I swear! Philadelphia has some of the rude...
The Creatures
Start your story with a character struggling to remember the date, because every day is like the last one. The screaming never stopped. It took away the screamer with all its might. The deadly creature restored the silence in the space with one life lost.The spaceship was drifting for days, and Tim lost the count. The space expedition to another planet, some lightyears apart from the Mars colony, turned out to be fatal for the crew aboard the spaceship.'Can you time that event, Ron?''Two sunrises.''Are you sure?'Ron forwarded the paper on which he had marked nearly 54 sunrises. The quantum jum...
At No Time
The alarm woke me up to a house in absolute silence… meaning sometime in the night the power had gone out. “Wow perfect timing” I quipped to my cardiac alert dog Ginger Pie. (or Geepers! Depending on the occasion) Ginger had her own problems, with the power went the heat. I threw some wool socks on and went down a few stairs of my little house to start a fire in the fireplace just to thaw out some. Ginger gratefully curled up by the fireplace while I made a cup of tea. I looked at the clock while grabbing a gluten free Biscotti. “Oh my gosh! Is that the time?” I said under my breath. I grabbe...