Prompt: Create a six-word story about anything you love to write about!
Splat. Gunshot. Bloody feathers. Car wash.
Prompt:Your protagonist is an inanimate object granted sentience by a higher power.
It was Johnathan Apple’s worst choice ever to decide to see what it was like to be eaten with feelings. Had he known how much pain it would have caused him, he wouldn’t have prayed for so long about it.
Now it took his life which had been so short to begin with.
Prompt: A journalist writing a story about living on death row begins to fall for one of the inmates she’s interviewing.
If there was one thing Kate Lorrie would never forget, it was those blue eyes. They were vibrant eyes, full of life and wonder, waiting to, no, wanting to see more of this world. Nothing in those eyes reflected the emotions one would think would come from a man sitting on death row.
“Hello, I’m Kate Lorrie, a journalist from the Good Day Times. I hope you don’t mind if I ask you a few questions about the life here.”
Those eyes shifted over to her and sparkled.
“Of course, I don’t mind at all.” The owner of these eyes was a vibrant young man, blonde hair, muscular – almost like your typical surfer boy, but he had an intelligent air to him, curious and always wanting to learn more.
Kate pulled a chair up and sat down in front of him.
“Life is good.” He said immediately, without even waiting for her to settle down. “Not too much food, not too little. There are showers here so you can wash up just fine. The water’s a little cold, but it’s more tolerable in the summer.”
He shrugged and fell silent.
“Oh, ok. Thank you Mister…”
“Jacob, Jacob Evans.”
“Thank you, Mr. Evans.” Kate shuffled her notes a little, slightly ruffled by his sudden outburst.
“I hope my sister’s fine.” He began musing. “It’s been a while since the last time I’ve seen her. She seemed to stop visiting after a while.”
“A while? Sir, how long have you been here?” Kate frowned.
“Ah, maybe four years.” He shrugged. Kate scribbled in her notebook. “It’s really nice here. You almost don’t want to leave, but leaving is inevitable on death row.”
“Death row is like a machine. Live people are forever going in, bodies forever coming out. It’s kind of depressing in here really, all these men and women waiting for their deaths to come. It’s cruel, waking up every morning, knowing that this may or may not be your last day to live yet none of your family is here to see you. None of them care anymore, because you’re a criminal and criminals aren’t family any longer because they’ve broken the trust of a family.”
His eager eyes dimmed.
“At least not in my family.” He added
Kate was about to ask him another question when the door creaked open.
“One more minute mam.” The prison guard announced. Kate nodded. When the door slid closed once again, she decided that none of the questions she had prepared would be fit to ask now. There only really seemed to be one question that nagged at her.
“Excuse me for asking,” She finally mustered. “What brought you here?”
He smiled real wide, pride in his eyes.
“To save my sister’s husband.” He pat his own chest. “He messed up, but it wasn’t his fault. There was no reason for him to die, so I came in and stepped in for him.”
Kate’s heart lurched.
He would come back to haunt her in her dreams for years to come.
Prompt: “I’d seen some big ones in my time, but this one…..this one was huge.”
“God, Lisa, you just don’t understand!” Voices echoed from the other side of the wall. Mrs. Despona was getting a little frustrated. She could hear ever single conversation those teenage girls had in that other apartment and they were always, ALWAYS, about boys. “It was huge! Like… I’ve seen big ones before, but this one… this one was ginormous! I had hardest time getting it in.”
“What was it like?” The girl, who name was supposedly Lisa asked.
“Same as always. I’d thought, you know, since it was a little bigger, it’d be different, but not really.”
“Really?” There was a giggle. “You’ll have to show me next time around then. Maybe you could come over and it’ll just be the three of us.”
“It’s not official yet. Suppose to be three more weeks before I’m allowed to see it again. I was just allowed a sneak visit the other day, that was all.”
Mrs. Despona could not believe her ears. Where they talking about… about that thing? And moving in? She couldn’t believe her ears, girls these days really didn’t understand modesty at all… She shivered at the thought of hearing them possibly go at it and suddenly, she felt completely fed up with this.
No, she just couldn’t. She had enough of this trash. She stormed out into the hallway and banged on their apartment door. Moments later, a dead skinny girl, face caked with black makeup opened up the door.
“Yes, Mrs. Despona?” She asked, quite annoyed, a small sneer on her face.
“I will not allow it anymore! If you wish to talk about the size of… of” Her face flushed red. “Of pensises at least have the courtesy to lower your voice!”
The girl rolled her eyes and smirked at her.
“Please, Mrs. Despona, you’re thinking too much. We were talking about the dog that I’m going to get from the animal shelter in three weeks. Calm down. It’s just really big and doesn’t really fit in the cage they gave it and I just wanted to get it home as soon as possible.”
Mrs. Despona froze, wordless.
This was rather embarrassing.
Prompt: The first men/women to set foot on Mars return to their ship only to find a large, strange insect on the door of the ship.
“Welcoming, the first people back from Mars!”
A man and a woman step out of the ship.
“Thank you, thank you. It’s been an honor. The journey was treacherous, but successful. Mars has now been explored by the naked eyes of mankind!”
Cheers rise up.
The doors of the spaceship slammed shut and revealed a huge picture of a strange bug.
Beneath the bug said:
“HA. YOU JUST GOT TROLLED!”
1. Jonny Finds a Bug!
2. Troll face
3. Super troll!
4. man and woman get trolled
5. BEST TROLL EVER
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Prompt: You (or your protagonist) walk through a door, only to find that not only are you not where you expected and there doesn’t seem to be a way back…”
You were probably really tired when it happened.
You made a mistake and the door just slammed behind you, leaving no way back.
You thought you were good enough – good enough to challenge such a maze, to challenge the God King. Do you think he would have let you off the hook so easily? Let you beat him, his pride and soul, so simply? You underestimated him. You were too self confident. You stepped into the maze thinking that you were good enough – that everyone else before you were all weaklings.
But that was a lie.
You’re just like everyone else – a failure who made a mistake and couldn’t turn back, trapped in this maze forever.
To hell with the God King you may think, but the one going to hell, is you.
Prompt: Staring at the painting (or sculpture) in the museum, I was horrified to discover…
“And here… Is the famous Mona Lisa.”
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Prompt: “Weird things remind me of her. Cabbage, for instance.”
Dandy didn’t miss his girlfriend. Not a tad bit at all.
“You know, because all that she ever when on about was how good brussel sprouts were for the body and how I shouldn’t be eating that pizza when I had brussel sprouts right on the pizza.”
Of course, what he never mentioned was the fact that those brussel sprouts were fake and that they actually tasted like pepperoni.
“She only ever goes on and on about being healthy. It’s like that’s the only thing that matters to her. Not me. Not anything. Just being healthy.”
He’d walked into bars every day complaining like that. What was so great about being healthy? It was just making your body feel better while mentally living lifestyle of hell. Eating healthy was horrible. Dandy couldn’t get himself to believe in any of that bullcrap anyways. Cabbage could make you less likely to get cancer? Well, hell, he should smoke more cigarettes as well then. They were both made of plants.
“It’s so annoying now, cuz like weird things remind me of her. Like cabbage.”
He’ll just be standing in his kitchen choppin’ some salad up because his skin and bones female friend was coming over and suddenly he see his girlfriend flashing in his mind, lecturing in the usual way that she did, her head tilt slightly up, her right arm on resting on her hip and her left finger pointing accusingly at him. Of course, her words all went through one ear and out the other. The only word he ever retained was cabbage and so only the faint echo of cabbage ever flew out of her mouth in his mind.
“It’s just so annoying. Really! I think I might be scarred for life.”
She really was the type of “life-changing” girlfriend. He would never be able to eat another cabbage ever again.
Prompt: For unknown reasons, insects begin to grow larger and smarter.
“Crocodile tongues.” The little boy said as he glanced at the open book. The book was seemed to be a children’s book with a giant peach on the cover. It said James [illegible scribble] the Giant Peach. Underneath the title was another line, written in marker: The book to solving all your magical needs.
It looked like the boy’s handwriting.
He set the book down and looked around his shack. He had things of all sorts, eye of newt, chameleon skin, even the tail of a lizard. But where would a little boy get crocodile tongues from?
“They have to be here somewhere.” He looked around in determination. “And then one day, Cathy will be just like the others.”
Cathy was his pet spider, who was now unable to hunt due to the sudden growth in size and intelligence of all insects. The poor spider was living off of solely die flies bought from the store. It had been weeks since she had fresh food.
The little boy set out again and passed many big bugs. He wasn’t afraid. There never was a need to. He had never been mean to the bugs, (even though he was trying to help a spider right then) so they had no reason to hurt him. He even made some friends with them, but whenever he asked how they became big, they would all fall silent and look at each other, as if they were pushing this big task from one bug to another. No one wanted to tell.
“Crocodile tongues.” He repeated to himself. The book had to be right. It was the only logical explanation.
Note: For those who don’t know, James and the Giant Peach is a children’s book written by Roald Dahl about a little boy who gets a bag of crocodile tongues. Upon dropping them on the ground, they proceed to make a half-dead peach tree grow a huge peach and the few bugs that encounter these tongues grew huge and were able to speak. The little boy in this short story is referring to the crocodile tongues in Dahl’s book.