Author: Anon Y. Mouse
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While they were gone…
Write a story that begins or ends with a page that starts with “While x was gone…” For example While Mary was gone, John concealed a golden pin inside Mary’s desk. This pin would be the cause of etc., etc., etc. This is the beginning of the story. While John was gone, Mary slipped a…
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Loss of senses…
Write a story about a person who loses their senses. It could be one, more or all of their senses. The story should start in the middle of things (in media res). In other words, they have already lost their senses. Try to write about the setting in terms of their memories or their remaining…
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A beginning, a middle, and an end…
Write a story that begins with a tragedy, but not a death. The middle of the story should contain a climax where the main character sits face-to-face with their sworn enemy who is allegedly responsible for the tragedy. The end of the first part of the story should show the main character resolving their conflict…
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A man who is like a snail…
Write a story about a man who is like a snail. You cannot use the word “snail” in the story. He has to be technologically savvy. He is obsessed with food in some way. He has the fashion sense of a priest. He lives in a city that is very flat, and he can walk…
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Write a story about…
A character who travels only by train at night. Do not write about the daytime. The character must be on the way to an appointment. They prefer to be alone, so any other characters they meet must quickly exit the story in any way you see fit. The character is carrying something they are compelled…
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Remembering at his grave
It isn’t really his grave. It’s what we choose to remember Of him, his heart, his help. It was a monument and memorabilia All mingled and mangled with memory. He was a madman and a good man. He was childish and respectful. He valued his mother above all else, A thing we stupidly mocked. He…
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Saintly Blue Eye
That twisted soul That omnivorous droll Rock and too obvious to roll Slitted toll Crispy knoll I favor the mint and the wicked to the dole The spice and the nice to make a quaint hole And that ain’t all there’s quite a ball every fall there’s every type of squall The further this goes…
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That Burden, that Burden
I still don’t know what you meant to me after all these years You stick to my consciousness, bolstering my fears The past shines in in shades of cliched remembrance That time our cheeks brushed in the summer, against the fence You stand in a rogue’s gallery of loves lost but not in vain We…
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Twisting the Hilt
This is where it happens In the blood, the muck Where it gets dirty The mess, the chaos It’s agnostic to Everybody This is when it happens When the chips are down When time is out The blur of inaction Of aprehension Of doubt and wait This is how we get down to the marrow…
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On the Death of the Soul
Oh how easily you give up your life for comfort How easily you accept the death of your self for a fraction of peace Did you think you’d be better off? Did you think that your pain would go away? Some of it would Some of it would stay and pester a festering hole in…