The Mysterious Night_The Face of Fear_Lester v. the Statue of Limitations_You and Me and a Bag of Ch
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The Mysterious Night
Fog swept the streets of New York. As my alarm goes off at exactly 5:30 am, I put my hand out to reach the snooze button but as I do, I see the foggy sky. I swear I had just checked the weather forecast last night but, I guess the news was wrong. Anyways, I have to get up and make my morning coffee with avocado toast. Todays vibe seems kind of off but I try not to overthink it. I get my feet into the slippers that are alongside my bed. I walk to my kitchen and I look outside the big window and I can see the sun coming up. I can see the leaves rustling off the trees. I go to the restroom to bru...
The Face of Fear
As I sped out the back door, I was amazed at how fast my feet could carry me. Sweat poured off my face as I dashed across the yard, not from exerting myself, but from facing fear. As I reached our adjoining neighbor’s backyard, my father’s voice called to me from my back porch, but his words were lost in the distance. For two blocks I ran before I was greeted by a friendly face. “Hey, Terry,” Norman shouted out at me. “What’s the hurry?”Not daring to stop for him, I called out as I ran by, “I need a place to hide out. Any suggestions?”Slow in mind, but fast on foot, Norman began keeping pace ...
Lester v. the Statue of Limitations
(Warning: Contains profanity and tobacco use.) “I thought you were getting ready.” Melinda rolled up the cuffs on her Christmas sweater, a classy one, and lightweight, too, since it’d been almost sixty today. The only other option in North Carolina this time of year was ice. You never knew what you were getting. “I am ready,” said Lester without taking his eyes off Heat, the scene with the big shootout after the bank robbery. It was one of dozens of www.onedoor.cccop hero movies that he’d re-watched over the past twelve months, ever since he swore to accomplish a mysterious resolution. ...
You and Me and a Bag of Chocolate
Write about a character arriving in a place unlike anywhere they’ve ever been... After three long days of contemplating this week’s choice of writing prompts I thought. Nope. I’m going to sit this one out. I just can’t think of anything. Location, location, location, gave me aggravation, aggravation, aggravation. My creativity felt stunted. It was as if a giant creature flooded my brain with a creativity-neutralizing gel. In the recent months my life had contorted to some un-routine routine with a partial reopening of my consignment business. We created a Plexiglas counter barrier in our 100 y...